Don't Let It Break Your Heart - A Larry/1D story

Larry Epilogue 3/3

Authors note: Hey guys! This is the last Larry epilogue, but I will be writing little one shots/ sick flicks in this book, so keep and eye out for random update + I need to add the Ziam epilogue! ❤️

Larry Epilogue #3: A Proposal and a Wedding

Harry's POV

The thought has been lingering in the corners of my mind for weeks now, maybe months, like a quiet hum I can't ignore. I can't remember when the idea first struck me—to marry Louis, to call him my husband, to make forever feel as solid as a band of gold on our fingers. The thought is as daunting as it is thrilling, and it sticks with me through the soft, ordinary moments of our life together.

It's strange, really. Louis has been beside me for years. We've been through the rough and the gentle, through late nights and early mornings, laughter and sorrow, ordinary and extraordinary, and everything in between. He's woven into every part of my world. I know his quirks and his habits, the way he scrunches his nose when he laughs, how his hand finds mine in the middle of the night, his voice like a lifeline in a crowded room. And yet, the idea of asking him this one question feels monumental, like crossing a threshold we've been building toward for so long.

One evening, while we're sitting out on the back porch, just the two of us and the stars, I feel the question push to the surface. The air is warm, the night quiet and still, with only the soft whisper of leaves rustling around us. Louis is sitting beside me, sipping his tea and lost in thought, his profile softened by the glow of the porch lights. And suddenly, I know—I can't keep this inside any longer.

"Hey, Lou," I say, breaking the silence, my heart beating faster as he turns to me, his gaze calm and curious.

"What's up, Haz?" he asks, his voice as warm and familiar as ever. He has no idea what I'm about to ask, and somehow that makes it all the more surreal.

I swallow, my hands shaking slightly as I reach into my pocket. "I've been wanting to tell you...you mean more to me than anything, Lou. I don't think I could ever say it enough."

His eyes soften, a knowing smile touching his lips. "Harry, you don't have to tell me. I know."

"I know you know," I reply, my voice barely a whisper. "But this is...different." Slowly, I pull the small box from my pocket, and for a moment, the world falls completely silent. I hold the box out to him, opening it to reveal a simple ring, gleaming softly under the porch lights. "Louis, would you—will you marry me?"

The world seems to stand still. Louis stares at the ring, his face a perfect blend of surprise and awe, his hand coming up to cover his mouth. His eyes glisten in the dim light, and when he looks back at me, I see the love there, deep and unwavering.

"Yes," he whispers, his voice choked with emotion. "Yes, Harry, a thousand times yes." He leans forward, his arms wrapping around me, and I slip the ring onto his finger, my hands trembling as I do. He holds me tightly, and I feel his laughter vibrating against my chest, our breath mingling as he pulls back just enough to kiss me.

When we finally pull apart, he laughs, his eyes never leaving mine. "I can't believe you actually did it."

"Neither can I," I admit, grinning like a fool. "I thought I'd mess it up somehow, or that you'd laugh and tell me I was being ridiculous."

"Ridiculous?" he echoes, his voice soft and sure. "Harry, I would've said yes a hundred times over. I've been yours all along."

And with those words, I feel something settle into place between us, a kind of peace I didn't know I needed. We stay there on the porch, wrapped in each other, letting the night fold around us, as if we're the only two people in the world.