Glitter & Crimson [COMPLETED]

15

It was the day of the wedding, and everything was falling apart—rapidly. Despite the chaos, the venue hummed with a mix of excitement and nerves, everyone working tirelessly to make the day perfect. Harry and Liam, the self-proclaimed "best men dream team," were doing everything in their power to keep things from spiraling completely out of control. But even they were struggling to hold it together.

Louis, blissfully unaware of the brewing disaster, was at the hotel surrounded by his family. Music played softly through the speakers, a calming soundtrack to their preparations. The atmosphere should have been serene, but the chill of the winter air seeped into the room, causing a flurry of shivers among the group.

"What made you choose a winter wedding?" Lottie asked, tugging her jacket tighter around herself. Her breath puffed out in visible clouds, and her nose was already a rosy pink.

Louis, crouched down, was busy rubbing Fizzy's hands in an attempt to create warmth through friction. He smiled faintly at Lottie's question, glancing up at her. "We wanted wedding photos of us kissing in the snow," he admitted, his voice soft and affectionate, though his hands kept moving over Fizzy's to keep her warm.

Fizzy rolled her eyes playfully. "Romantic, sure. Freezing, absolutely."

"Don't forget aesthetic," Louis teased, a grin tugging at his lips as he stood up and rubbed his own hands together. "Zayn and I couldn't resist the idea of snow falling as we said 'I do.' It's like a bloody Hallmark movie."

The family shared a laugh, their breath visible in the crisp air, but the warmth of their connection made the cold bearable. For now.

***

Meanwhile, at the venue, Liam and Harry were living a nightmare. Liam glanced at Harry, his expression a mix of panic and exasperation. "This is bad," he muttered. "Like, very bad."

Harry, pacing back and forth with his hands tangled in his hair, looked like he was on the verge of a breakdown. "They left us in charge of two things," he hissed, his voice barely above a whisper as though saying it louder would make it worse. "Catering and bringing the rings. Two things! And we've managed to screw up both."

"I mean, technically," Liam began, attempting to rationalize, "the caterers not showing up isn't our fault—"

"Doesn't matter!" Harry snapped, spinning on his heel to glare at Liam. "Louis and Zayn don't care whose fault it is. All they'll see is a wedding without food. And the rings, Liam. The rings. How do you forget the rings?"

Liam groaned, burying his face in his hands. "I don't know, okay? I thought you had them."

Harry shot him a look of pure disbelief. "And I thought you had them!"

The two stood in tense silence for a moment, the weight of their failure settling over them. Liam finally broke the quiet, straightening up with a determined look. "Okay, we can fix this. We have to fix this."

Harry nodded, his pacing resuming as he tried to think. "Right. We'll... we'll get someone to run to the store. There's gotta be a bakery or something nearby for the food. And the rings—we'll improvise. Maybe find some nice twigs? People love rustic vibes, right?"

Liam stared at him, deadpan. "Twigs? Really, Harry?"

Before Harry could respond, the door swung open, and Niall stepped in, looking visibly exhausted. "H," Niall started, leaning against the frame. "Zayn's stressing, and he won't let me help. He's already threatening to cancel the wedding if things don't calm down."

Harry and Liam froze, their bickering halted. Niall's sharp eyes flicked between them, and his brows furrowed. "Alright," he said, crossing his arms. "What did you idiots forget?"