we sin the same old sins

April 4, 2018

"Give me three adjectives to describe Louis."

Harry stood there in his mesh Vivienne Westwood gown, his brown hair pulled slick into a tight bun, a few curls fashionably left out of its tie. He was glowing beneath the sunset lighting of the ceremony, the pearls surrounding his ivory skin glistening beautifully, cohesively mirroring the radiant smile on his face. The mascara, though a thin layer, brought out his large forest eyes — along with the liner coated thickly on the corner of his eyes.

This was a special night, more than a special night. It was already making a comfortable place in his memory, it was the day he's been waiting for, for months. 420 days to be exact. And there beside him was the man that he can legally call his husband. Effortlessly handsome, a crisp suit accentuating his slim figure and broad shoulders.

Harry was in love. He was down bad. He was any and every possible depiction of love. And now, he's standing here in the middle of his wedding ceremony, beside his husband, with his best friend holding a camera in front of him– which definitely captured the amorous look he was giving Louis.

"Three adjectives?" He repeated. Louis did that smile he adored, the one that creased the inner corners of his eyes and brought out a barely visible dimple on the left side of his cheek. But Harry knew that dimple because he studied Louis' face frequently, like he was right now. He let out a soft, sweet sigh before gazing back at the camera lens. "Intelligent, sarcastic, and generous."

Louis grinned and Harry wanted to kiss him so badly, but Kira was already repeating herself. "Wise, classy, and creative." Louis answered.

A timeless smile grew on Harry's lips and he leaned in, unable to help himself, stealing a chaste kiss. He would have appreciated a longer one, but they still had guests to entertain. Kira cooed from behind the camera, shutting it off. "You guys are going to give me brain rot."

Harry chuckled, consciously lacing his fingers with Louis'. "Oh, don't be so jealous. I'm sure you'll get a husband soon." He said. "Matter of fact, I think I just saw Drew over there giving you heart eyes."

Kira rolled her eyes. "Haha. Very funny."

"I'm serious! Go talk to him, the longer you wait, the more he's going to think you're uninterested." Harry pointed out seriously. Kira narrowed her eyes harmlessly before murmuring that she was going to take more photos. When they were met with her backside, Harry turned to face his husband. "Isn't she a great photographer?"

Louis laughed airily, circling his arms around Harry's thin waist. "Have I already told you how much I love this dress?" He asked.

Harry nodded affirmatively and Louis smiled. "Well, I'll repeat myself again. You look beautiful. I wish I could eat you." He murmured, hovering his lips over Harry's plumped ones. Harry giggled, tightly holding Louis' shoulders. "You're such a weirdo."

"Isn't that your favorite thing about me?"

Harry kissed him briefly. "I don't have a favorite. I love everything about you." He corrected sappily. He toyed with the tie attached to the collar of Louis' tux and bit his lip, a suggestive lilt heavy in his voice. "Now, what do you say we talk to some of our guests? The more they're entertained, the faster we'll get out of here, and we'll see how fast you can get me finished."

Louis chuckled and brought their mouths together in a deeper kiss.