Calm after the Storm

Epilogue

Darlin', I will give up everything
Who I'll be and who I am
You can have it all
Baby, you could start a cult, you see
Anywhere you go, I'll be
You are so much more than beautiful to me
Oh, I'll follow you 'til there's no tomorrow
I'll follow you 'til there's no tomorrow
I'll follow you 'til there's no tomorrow
I'll follow you
Swear you, you could start a war or two
Kingdoms fightin' over you
To wake up by your side is all I wanna do
Oh, I'll follow you 'til there's no tomorrow
I'll follow you 'til there's no tomorrow
I'll follow you 'til there's no tomorrow
I'll follow you
Baby, you could start a cult, you see
They will say that we're crazy
But you are so much more than beautiful to me

(You could start a cult - Niall Horan)

EPILOGUE
Both are 22 years old
(and disgustingly in love as always)

[Harry]

Harry is excited like a little kid. And damn sure that Louis will finally be asking the questions of all questions. It's about damn time since he's been wishing for it for 7 years now. It has to be like that, after all he knows Louis inside out.

Harry hasn't thought of anything else since Louis gave him a handwritten card for Christmas. His gift - four days in Paris including a visit to Disneyland.

Their first trip, which they can tick off their bucket list from back then. It can't be any other way, Louis will certainly ask him. Harry has been planning which lace panties he will pack since that day, has already secretly bought 10 new ones and wants to be perfectly dressed for Louis when he asks for his hand and hopefully fucks him delirious afterwards.

And now the time has finally come. Harry packs his suitcase, has also packed all ten pairs of panties - because you never know. He also throws in his best perfumes, the shortest shorts and his most expensive hair products. The long curls should be particularly shiny and Louis' mouth should be watering when he sees Harry's long legs in his shorts all day long. He loves too much to play with fire and to drive Louis insane.

"Haaaaz? How much longer do you need? Couldn't you have pack yesterday for fucks sake?" Louis calls, slightly annoyed, from the living room.

Harry had already packed and repacked multiple times, not being able to make up his mind as to what to take. After all, receiving a marriage proposal is serious business and Harry needs to be well prepared. Just that he can't tell Louis exactly that. After all, he wants to appear surprised when the time finally comes.

"I'm coming baby," he calls back, glancing over his packed things one last time before closing the suitcase and dragging it down the hall behind him. Louis already stands there, looking half amused and half stressed as he keeps his arms crossed and impatiently bounces from one leg to the other.

"About time or do you want us to miss the flight?" Louis asks.

"Stop being so grumpy. We don't start our trip in this mood. City of love, have you forgotten? I want a kiss, come on." Harry purses his lips and Louis rolls his eyes. Nevertheless, the next moment he has his lips on his and two hands on his ass.

"You look good darling," Louis breathes as he lets go of him and shamelessly slowly looks him up and down.

Harry smirks. "Just wait until you see my other outfits."

Because Harry didn't even wear anything really special for the flight today. Only the black skin-tight jeans that Louis loves so much on him, a white shirt and yeah okay, it's almost see-through and he knows exactly what a sucker Louis is for his latest tattoos that shimmer through. Both have now got more than just one couple tattoo and all of them in a very short time. Among other things, a huge moth on Harry's chest with the matching lettering for Louis on his chest. It goes without saying that both love to decorate them with hickeys around them during their lovemaking.