Larry Fluff One Shots

The Proposal

Saturday, February 22. 2:35 pm (H)

"Are you ready?" Liam laughed.

"Ready as I'll ever be. I'm going to spoil my pants if I don't do this soon." I replied.

"Harry, mate, you've been together for seven years. Louis has to say yes." Niall encourages.

"I'm just worried. I love him so much and I just want to spend the rest of my life with him. I feel like he's going to hate my proposal. Fuck, maybe I should do some-" I say, standing up off of my bed and walking towards the desk in mine and Louis' room.

"No, Harry. You're doing this. It's now or never." Liam says, grabbing my arm.

"Alright, alright. Do you think he'll like it?"

"Haz?" Niall asks.

"Yeah?"

"He's going to fucking love it. Now stop doubting yourself and let's all pile into the car. Calvin and Oli should be at the field with him in about an hour and a half."

"Okay. Okay, I'm doing this." I say, standing back up and walking to the doorway. I stop, turning around to wait for Niall and Liam.

"Let's go get your man, Styles." Liam smiles, slapping me on the back.

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3:47 (H)

"He should be here in a little less than 15 minutes, Harry. You could be a little happier." Niall said.

"I need a bucket. I feel like I'm going to puke. Oh my fucking god. He's going to fucking hate this." I say, shaking my head.

"Harry, he's going to love it. Everyone knows he lives for the attention." Liam laughs.

"Yeah, I guess," I chuckle, "is everyone in the locker rooms? Everything is set up?"

"Yes, Harry. Now go sit on the bench. I had Anne put a water bottle over there."

"Okay, thanks, mate."

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3:56 (H)

"Oh fuck."

"Harry, if you complain about this one more time I'm going to break your fucking nose." Niall threatens through his teeth.

"Sorry, sorry." I say, pulling on my Donnie jersey.

"He should be here any minute. Do you want to run over the plan one more time?" Liam asks, stuffing his foot inside the second cleat.

"Yeah, yeah. Good idea. Okay, so Calvin and Oli will walk in with Louis, and you guys will be in the sound booth with me. My family is in the away lockers and Louis' are in the home locker room. I will come over the loud speaker and ramble on about how fucking good of a person Louis is. Then, I'll run down the stands, hopefully without falling and making a complete fool of myself. I'll meet Louis in the middle of the field and get down on one knee. If he says yes, you press the button. Got that?" I explain, bending down a little to catch my breath.

"What if he says no?" Niall asks.

"Don't fuck with me, Niall. You're the one who told me to stop complaining. I will knock you out."

"Geez." Niall muttered.

"Harry, it's time." Liam says, showing me his phone, that's lit up with 'Calvin' spread across the screen.

"Here goes nothing." I exhale, and start jogging towards the stands that lead up to the sound booth with Liam and Niall following behind me.

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4:03 (L)

"What are we doing here, mates?" I ask.

"Just thought we'd come up here to play some footie." Oli responds with a smile.

"Alright," I sigh, "but I'm missing The X Factor for this."

"Oh, trust me, you'll be glad you did." Calvin mutters.

Once we make it out to the middle of the field, I pick up the ball and start juggling it.

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4:07 (H)

"Louis William Tomlinson. Where do I start?" I watch Louis from the sound booth. I watch as he jerks his head up to the sound of my voice. He looks around, probably searching for me. He then turns around in a circle, looking for Calvin and Oli as well.

"You're definitely the most amazing person I have ever met. You never cease to amaze me with anything you do. You're also the prettiest person I've ever met. How does one become so beautiful? I can't even begin to describe you, so I'll just stick to compliments. You're unique, fucking adorable, and sweet, but you're also a complete asshole." I laugh while watching Louis smirk. He's sat on the ground now, with the ball in between his legs.

"Others would take that as an insult, but you're practically glowing with how proud you are of yourself." I chuckle again.

"Louis, I love you so fucking much. You're perfect. You're everything I could ever ask for in a partner, and more. You have qualities that I didn't even know I liked, but I'm not complaining. You're the best boyfriend I've ever had, and even though you torture the boys to death, they love you all the same. You're immature as hell, but you'd make the best father. I hope to start a family with you, one day. When we're not busy, of course." I smile, even though he can't see me.

"God, Louis. You're perfect. I love you. I love you so much and I'm pretty sure everyone on this planet knows it, but it just doesn't feel like enough."

I feel myself start to tear up.

Oh, fuck. I need to hurry this shit up.

"Louis, I have a very important question to ask you." And with that, I turn the microphone off, nod at Liam and Niall, open the door to the booth, and start heading down the stands.

I concentrate on not tripping, but every few steps, I look down at Louis, and I see him beaming at me. I feel so giddy. Everything is going so well. I hope I don't ruin this. Do I have the ring? I feel around in my pocket. Thank the lord. That would've been one way to ruin this.

Finally, I make my way onto the turf, and start walking to Louis. He's standing now, but he still has the widest smile plastered across his face.

"Hi." I say when I reach him.

"Hi." He responds, staring at me lovingly.

I grab his hands and he lets the ball drop to his feet. I slowly lower myself onto one knee, and I let go of his hands to grab the box in my pocket. I pull it out and open it in front of him.

"Louis William Tomlinson, will you marry me?" I ask hopefully, with tears rolling down my face.

After a few moments, Louis finally speaks up.

"Ye-yes. I'll marry you, Harry." He says, nodding and wiping underneath his eyes.

I jump up from my position on the ground and hug Louis with all of my might.

"Alright now, baby. Don't squish me to death, then you won't be able to watch me walk down the aisle."

Once a smartass, always a smartass.

"S-sorry. I'm just excited." I say, my voice cracking as I pull away from the hug.

I smile, pulling the ring out of the black velvet box and sliding it onto Louis' finger.

"Now kiss me, you fool." Louis says softly, his eyes glassy as he pulls me in.

I hear the fireworks going off. I don't see them yet. I'm still kissing Louis. I hear our families running out of the locker rooms, screaming. I don't see them yet. I'm still kissing Louis. But I finally hear them getting closer, so I pull away and grab Louis' hand again.

"I love you." He whispers, looking at me.

"I love you, too." I respond before being pulled into enormous hugs by our families.

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