Midnight Black Stilettos. [L.S.]✓

Ch. 13; Harry's Forgiveness.

A/N; grrrrr, I regret that last chapter, now the wedding is farther away!!! Ugh. I'd originally planned to give some Zouis content but I'm not going to in order to speed up the getting to the wedding part. Oh, and I actually haven't decided if you guys are getting wedding night smut or not. Teehee. Oh! And chapter 15 is going to be the last chapter. It's almost over...

Needless to say, Louis' plan had gone perfectly. He'd bought Harry two new pairs of shoes, one a white pair with red soles, and the other red with black soles. Then he'd invested in the three dresses had been stuck between for the wedding, a white one that looked suspiciously like the one in Louis' dream, a long red evening gown with a dramatic slit up the skirt and a low back, and a black one that perfectly matched his shoes.

Then he went to a different shop, buying the 'feminine undergarments for males' that Harry had pointed out last time, ensuring the white set was packaged separately. Then he and Zayn had skipped on over to Harry's favourite jewellery store, Louis buying the man a pair of earrings, a matching necklace and bracelets, plus another necklace. Then Zayn had convinced him to nip into their local sex store, so now they had new toys to play with for the wedding night and a collar and accompanying leash. He'd bought two collars, each with their initials on it, just in case Harry wanted to take charge as well. See? Perfect husband material.

Then he went into some cheaper shops and bought clothes for himself, the type Harry would want to steal, oversized jumpers in soft colours, band t-shirts that would fit Harry tightly and accentuate his chest, and a zip-up hoodie in a dark purple, soft as anything. 

Finally he'd bought all of their groceries and a new fake plant, because apparently his husband is an amateur gardener without the effort.

Then had been the actual being allowed back into the house, which had proved difficult. Harry had looked out to see him laden with bags and had decided to wait ten minutes before unlocking the door, ushering Louis inside with an incredibly angry facial expression and a knife no doubt concealed in his sleeves.

Louis had made a show of putting away the groceries and placing his other purchases on the table, leaving the wedding lace and toys in a bag which had 'wedding gift' written on the tag. Harry had eyed it with interest but then left it alone.

It took Louis far too long to realise that his fiancé had been crying, green eyes glassy and red-rimmed, barely visible tear tracks staining his cheeks, palms covered in little pink crescent moons in Harry's usual fashion after being mad, something he usually did to stop himself doing something worse.

And by God if that didn't make Louis' heart hurt.

Harry had glared at him with pursed lips for another two minutes before finally relenting and digging through the shopping bags, noises of delight steadily becoming more and more noticeable.

Then he's being tackled to the ground by a very overeager, excitable Harry, smothered in kisses and threats the man doesn't even begin to bother disguising.

It's then that Louis realises he isn't really in the company of the normal Harry. This is the insecure Harry, the Harry he knew (to a less extreme extent) following the accident, and this Harry was incredibly fragile.

Which is why they ended up in a pillow fort on their bed with Harry in his arms.

He didn't mind it, and in fact, he was actually happy Harry was being vulnerable for once, but he still hated when Harry got like this.

"Lou?" He says softly, still curled into Louis. "Can I say something?"

"Always, baby." Louis replies, still absently running his hands through Harry's hair.

"I know I'm not the easiest to... You know, deal with... And I'm sorry. But- God, I just. I'm still so mad at him... He- he meant so much, and it was obvious you had an intimate relationship, and just hearing that you'd... Made me so angry. At him. Uh, well, you know all about my past- but, um. I- uh.. I had this boyfriend, for a while. After I left the gang thing, after James died. He wasn't the nicest. He didn't let me... React to things, and he always- he never made me feel safe. I was always so on edge, and I guess I kind of just learned to react badly in order to protect myself. If I made him scared of my reactions he couldn't hurt me, and I never really learned to let that go. And, god, when he used to make me mad he'd just tell me to wise up, or to stop. But- but you care, you know? This probably makes no sense, but when you go and do those things, go out and ensure you do something... Nice? For me. I feel loved. And I've been trying to learn to react normally, but its hard... Especially when I feel so loved when you do this."

"Harry, baby, I can spoil you without having to try get into your good books again." Louis chuckles. "I can buy you things for the sake of spoiling you, ok? That way you no longer have to either steal the item or my wallet. I like making you happy."

"But-"

"No buts." Louis huffs. "You don't have to do anything in return because everything I need is right here. I don't put as much worth into possesions as you do."

Harry sighs. "You see this ring?" He asks, pointing at a simple, very scratched, silver band. Louis nods.

In all honesty, he's never really noticed it. He only ever cared about it when Harry went feral and turned the house upside down to look for it

"Well, when I was homeless I never had anything of my own. I had stuff, but it was either destroyed or stolen." He explains. "This was the only thing I ever managed to hold onto... And now I've kinda become attached to everything I own because I actually have things now... You know? I don't have to worry, but I'm still so defensive... I've... Learned what it's like to be comfortable with my possessions."

Louis kisses him, softly, trying to express how much he loves this man.

"I realise we might be toxic-"

Louis cuts him off with a growl. "You do understand I have been given many, many chances to leave and never once took them? Ok? I love you, and you're mine, and that's final. We're together and don't you dare ever try to get insecure about that. You're never getting rid of me... Oh, and I'd sending you back to therapy."

"Good call." Harry chuckles.

And, hey, if Harry's limp is to do with hardcore unprotected gay sex rather than him falling down the stairs like they claimed, nobody needs to know.