1D bromance one shots!

Caught you-Lirry

OH MY GOD ITS BEEN FOREVER SINCE I LAST UPDATED IM SO SORRY! It's been a hectic month because we had finals prep so I barely had time to update any of my stories. But I'm back! I'm on summer break now so I'll have more time to update, but not frequently, as I have summer school (ugh). I've got about 60 prompts (I think) that have either been requested  from you guys or suggested to me by friends so I think you're gonna be with me for a LONG time. Hehehe. You're stuck with me. Okay! This is a Lirry, it's cute. Be happy for a cute one. Enjoy! The spacing is weird an I'm not sure whether this sucks or not but I haven't written in a long time so I think I'm rusty. But I hope you enjoy
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Liam's POV
I sat next to Harry, watching as my idiotic boyfriend was making faces at the kid in the seat next to me. Harry kept pulling ridiculous faces to try to get the kid to laugh and it was working. Harry wasn't even paying attention to the bride and groom who were dancing together. We had been invited to our best friend Zayn's wedding to Perrie Edwards, along with our other two best friends, Louis and Niall, who were sitting next to me.,  giggling  for some reason while they watched the couple dance. I continued to watch the couple until I felt a  hand on my arm. I turned to see Harry smiling softly at me. 

"Do you want to go dance, love?" He tilted his hea towards the dance floor. Ismiling at him, I held my hand out to him while standing up.

"Would you care for this dance, Mr.Styles?" I asked in a posh voice.

He laughed.

"Mid love to, Mr.Payne." He responded, placing his hand in mine. I led him to the dance floor and placed my hands on his waist. He placed his hands around my neck and we just stood there, softly swaying to the music. Harry smiled at me. 

"Are you happy for Zayn? He looks really ecstatic." He whispered.

"I can see that. He looks like he's either going to scream it going to do an Irish jig, which I'm sure Niall would join in with." I said, glanced over at Louis and Niall who were dancing together near us. Harry let out a loud laugh. 

"Is it bad that I can see Niall doing that? And I bet Louis would be cheering him on."  

Harry and I collapsed into a for of quiet giggles, imagining Niall and Zayn doing an Irish jig on the dance floor while Louis and Oerrie cheered them on.  I snapped out of my imagination to focus on Harry, twirling him around in my arms. The song had changed and was more upbeat. Harry smiled at me. I stopped swaying as there was the sound of microphone feedback. Zayn's father's voice sounded through the hall. 

"If all the women would please move to the center of the dance floor, we are doing the bouquet toss now." I laughed at how uncomfortable he sounded. Zayn's dad was never good with crowds. 

Harry and  I moved to the side of the floor, near Perrie and Zayn so we could see them. Louis and Niall were not far away from us. Perrie was standing with her back to the audience her bouquet clutched tightly in her hands. Zayn held up a hand, making everyone be silent, and Perrie counted  from three. She tossed the bouquet, but Perrie had never been one who had good aim, and it soared straight to te left. Before I realize what was happening, Harry stood there, the bouquet clutched in his hands, his face bright red and a shocked expression on his face. The hall was completely silent, everyone staring at us. Suddenly, Louis broke the silence.

"Are you two getting married anytime soon, because if so I call dibs on being Harry's best man."  This comment caused everyone to laugh and the girls in the center of the room to shuffle away, most glaring at Harry with an almost venomous hate. Harry was still standing frozen with the bouquet, his expression not changing, as he now stared down at the bouquet in his hands. I placed my hand on his shoulder lightly and his head snapped up, his eyes widening.

"Liam! Oh my god, I didn't mean to catch it! It just flew at my face and my hands went up to block t and it landed in my hands and oh my god. We don't have to get married soon if you don't want to, I mean we just started dating and all ad oh my god-" I leaned over and placed my lips on his to shut him up.  

"Harry, it's fine. We all know Perrie has as good of an aim as a blind  bat. Anyways, we started dating three years ago, silly. That's not  'just started'.  And I didn't want to tell you yet, but Harry, I've been planning to propose for MONTHS." As I said that, Harry gasped and stared at me, eyes blown wide in shock. 

"You-you were going to propose?" 

"Yeah, I love you, I want to spend my life with you. Is that what you want?"

Harry's face broke into a huge grin. He nodded frantically, still holding the bouquet tightly. 

"Yeah. Yeah I'd love that, Liam." He wrapped his arms around my neck, staring at me. His smiled even wider.  

"I  love you, you know that?" He whispered.

I shook my head.

"No. Please, tell me how much you love me."  I said jokingly. 

"I really REALLY love you." Harry said, leaning forward and pecking my lips. 

"Lets get married soon.  I wanna have you all to myself." I said as he pulled back.

"But I'm already yours." He looked at me confused.

"I wanna put a ring on it, though." I said, smiling at my boyfriend, who was beaming at me.

Harry squeezed me into a tight hug, his head resting on my shoulder. 

"I'm glad you were the one who caught the bouquet." 

"I am too." 

I smiled at him and placed my hand gently on his cheek. 

"I love you." 

He smiled at me.

"I love you too, future husband."