Larry Stylinson ao3 one shots.

Carry on

Written by:KatieBeforeElise

Summary:Harry's got it all planned out, all set up. He's finally going to do it.
He's finally going to ask Louis to marry him.

Except Louis never comes home that night.

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It was a perfect day; the sky above a soft shade of blue, completely clear of clouds. The sun was shining, making the otherwise cold April morning look almost like summer. It illuminated the little park somewhere in the south of England, which was filled with families; small children and drooling dogs.

Harry could see it all from his place at the kitchen window in his flat. In their flat. He could hear the children laughing, he could feel the sun on his face. Yet he was everything but calm and happy.

"What if he leaves me?"

Gemma laughed at his question, her voice soft when she answered.

"He's not going to leave you."

Harry turned away from the window to look at her. She had her hair blown out today, the long locks draping over her shoulders, safe one strand tucked behind her ear. The dress she was wearing was way too optimistic for this time of year; she would freeze on her way home.

He frowned at her enthusiasm. "You can't know that. What if he comes home and he sees all of this-"

Harry threw his arms out at the small space of their combined kitchen-living room. There were unlit candles everywhere, his boyfriends' favorite CD in the stereo, tons of almost-finished food in the kitchen, even rose pedals strewn about.

"-and he panics. Shit, Gem, this is such a huge step... "

Harry sunk down on the couch, but quickly stood up again when a small velvet box dug its way into his thigh from its place in his back pocket. Maybe he should put on a suit... No, that would be silly. Or would it?

He didn't realize he was pacing nervously until Gemma stepped in front of him and grabbed his shoulders.

"Breathe, Harry," she said, the smile still on her face. "Louis loves you. And you've been together for... Is it more than four years now?"

"Four years today."

She grinned wider. "You're such a romantic. Worse than me, even. Louis is going to melt, I promise."

Harry ran a hand through his hair, closing his eyes so he wouldn't have to look at his sister. He didn't understand how she could be so sure of this, so confident in him when he was anything but. In fact, he couldn't remember ever being this nervous about anything in his entire life.

"It's just-. If he says no-," Harry sighed heavily. "It'll kill me, Gem."

"He won't! I know it, and Niall and Zayn agree with me. Do you really think all three of us are wrong?"

"No, but-"

"What you should be worried about," she continued. "Is Louis getting upset because you beat him to it. I bet he's been itching to buy you a ring himself."

Harry couldn't help but smile. "As if. Do you really think Louis would be one to thrown himself down on one knee? He could get his trousers dirty, you know."

"I don't think there's a thing Louis wouldn't do when it comes to you," Gemma insisted. "I've got to go now, but you can handle the rest of this, right?"

"Yeah. Yeah, it's fine."

"Great. I'm not wishing you good luck, you don't need it. But when he does say yes, I'm the first person you call."