Take Me To Church

Chapter Eight

A/N

SMUT WARNING

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Harry's POV

The wedding was quite small, mostly friends of Thomas' and a few of Gemma's that are newer.

It was outdoors, and Gemma looked beautiful, the dress was floor length and her hair was tumbling down her shoulders in waves. She almost cried when Thomas said his vows and Louis reached over to hold my hand, the corner of his lips tilting upwards a bit.

Louis and I mostly hang out at the back. We find a table and Louis sips the champagne he was given. He watches the group of people dancing and laughing.

"As much as I hate weddings," he smiles, "this was a pretty good one."

"Wasn't it?" I grin. "She looks so happy."

"And you look gorgeous," Louis shoots me a smirk, making me blush and look down at the suit Gemma gave me.

Louis looked amazing, the suit fitting him perfectly, (I thanked Gemma for that, as she had also brought his suit,) and his hair was pushed up into a quiff that showed off his high cheekbones perfectly.

"Thank you." I whisper. He puts down his drink and offers his hand.

"Do you want to dance, darling?"

With you? Always.

"Please," I smile and he stands, taking my hand and pulling me to the dancefloor. The song's slow and Gemma laughs when Thomas twirls her, catching my eye and smiling so wide her eyes crinkle.

"You look happy," Louis says, hands taking my waist, mine swinging around his neck.

"I am." I lean forward and kiss him. "Very happy."

"I'm glade," He pulls me closer so we're pressed together as he dance, swaying to the song.

Fade into you, strange, you never knew,

Fade into you, I think it's strange you never knew

"How long did you like me for?" I ask quietly, and he quirks an eyebrow in surprise.

"Oh, I don't know, since I was a little kid, really, but I didn't understand until I was a teenager." He smiles softly. "Maybe thirteen, I guess."

"I feel kind of stupid, looking back," I say, "I was so brainwashed."

"Would have you, like," he wets his lips, "married Arabella? Do you think you would've?"

I'm shocked by his question, and he looks almost sad. I haven't thought about it to be honest. "Probably." I decide on. "I like to think I would've figured everything out on my own but I have a feeling I wouldn't." I frown a bit.

"Babe," Louis says softly and rubs my waist, "I think we would've found each other."

"Yeah?" I whisper and smile slightly.

"Yeah." He says and leans in, kissing me softly. My stomach dips, swirling in that way I'm growing to know. I sigh against his lips and he pulls back with a hint of a smirk, like he knows what he's done. As much as I'd like to push his ego down, I also promised to tell him everything.

"Lou," I swallow, bottom lip between my teeth, "I think I'm ready to go, um, all the way."

"Oh," Louis breaths, his smirk falling in shock, "are you sure?"

I blush, my face hiding in the dip between his neck and his shoulder, "Yes. And I don't feel pressured in any way, so don't worry."

"Okay," Louis laughs under his breath, "if you're sure."