Mess

17.

Harry took him to a lonely beautiful park, where there were a lot of trees and very green grass.

The smell of nature was so nice, and because it was evening, no children or adults could be seen. He could easily tell that the park was popular among children, not adults. The old children playground which consisted of two swings and one small slide gave it away, not to mention the ugly broken benches and tables.

Louis didn't focus on that, though, rather on how breathtaking the sky was with millions of stars everywhere for his eyes to gaze at.

And as he did that, Harry wrapped a thick warm blanket around both of them, noticing how chilly it had become. Louis sighed happily, snuggling closer to Harry to feel comfort and warmth. Instead of the stars, Harry gazed at his boyfriend, who was far more beautiful than anything and anyone in the world.

Harry suggested sitting down by a tree, and Louis agreed, wanting nothing more than to spend the whole night watching the stars with the love of his life by his side.

Louis gasped when he saw a shooting star, excitedly bouncing on the ground with a grin plastered on his face. Harry understood, because he too gasped when he saw, and immediately pressed his lips on Louis' cheek to cover his smile.

"What did you wish for?"

There was a moment of silence. Louis released a breath he had been holding in, and rested his head on Harry's broad shoulder, asking himself if he should tell his big boyfriend that, because it was quite sappy.

"You don't need to tell me, love," Harry assured, and kissing his forehead softly. "I wished for you to be happy and healthy again."

Louis blushed uncontrollably, and in an action to hide his eyes that were currenly tearing up like a river, he laughed breathlessly before attacking Harry with kisses, and that was everywhere. On his cheeks, lips, neck and collarbones. Gosh, he loved him. He loved him.

"I never thought love was even real before I met you," Harry whispered.

Louis looked up from his boyfriend's stomach, letting a tear fall from his left eye. He wiped it away in embarrassment, but Harry shook his head and motioned him to come closer to his face. So, Louis did, rather with an uncomfortable feeling thinking about how he was probably going to let more tears fall soon.

Harry continued, though, beaming.

"I never thought I would ever find my true love, my soulmate, my other half, and someone that has my heart."

Louis giggled, covering his eyes like a child. Harry loved that about him, so much. He took Louis' hands softly in his own and pulled them away from his baby's beautiful blue eyes whilst holding in a breath.

"You're so beautiful, and the fact that I have met the most beautiful boy on the planet makes my heart go wild. Fuck, you're so stunning. Both inside and out. You're so sweet, honest, protective, and sees the good in everyone at first. You never let anyone hurt the ones you love, and you're so brave. So brave."

Louis couldn't say anything. He was speechless.

"And of course, how pretty your eyes are. I get lost in those ocean blue eyes everytime, and god, I love your eyes so much."

"H-Harry," Louis murmured, his eyes going wide and even more teary, but Harry quitely shushed him with a finger on his lips. "Har-"

"And your nose, mouth, and those cute little freckles under your eyes that only I can see and only for me to see. All of you is so stunning. Your body is stunning, and even if you don't believe it, I'll say it till I die."

Louis' jaw dropped, tears freely streaming down his face with no regret anymore. He tried to smile at the sime time, he really tried, but it was so hard when all he could focus on was the fact that he looked like an ugly mess now. There was snot on Harry's shirt and on his own, his eyes were puffy and red like he had done a lot if drugs, and he couldn't stop crying.

"Yes, I do mean it I'll say it till I die. I wanna be with you for the rest of my life. I wanna grow old with you, have wonderful children with blue eyes and curly hair, or green eyes with straight hair... I don't care. I just want to have a family with you, and I'll tell them how their daddy has gone through so much and how beautiful and strong he has been. You're an example of bravery."

"S-Stop-" Louis cried, shaking his head rapidly. He was shaking, his fingers trembling and his mouth dry. "I'm n-"

"Louis William Tomlinson," Harry finally breathed out, standing up to his feet before dropping down on one knee gracefully. Louis couldn't believe his eyes, fearing that his heart was about to explode in his chest. This is not real. This is not real. "My true love, will you marry me?"

He couldn't fucking breathe.

This had to be a dream. There was no other excuse, therefore he tried multiple times pinching himself to see if he would awake from this dream that was too good to be true. It never happened, though, the sight of Harry down on one knee in front of him, asking him to be his husband whilst showing the beautiful diamond ring in that purple box in his hands, beaming at him like he was the sunshine in his life and his whole life was made by just looking at him... yes, he wouldn't mind dying here. He felt like he was about to anyway, by how alarming fast his heart was beating right now.

"Y-Yes, what the-" Louis laughed happily after some seconds , nodding with the brightest smile which made Harry's heart melt in love, "yes!"

He kept mouthing 'yes'' and as he did, Harry kissed the back of his hand while slowly putting the ring on his ringfinger, sniffling with breathless laughter. Louis stared at the beautiful diamond ring, not even realizing that he was falling on top of Harry with the blanket wrapped around them. He was in shock and he found it hard to even care about anything else than his beautiful fiance... and he couldn't believe he could say that now (jesus christ, help).

Louis squealed in delight, snuggling into his fiance like a giant koala, but a cute koala in Harry's mind. There was nothing else he wanted more than Louis... nothing, and he never took him for granted.

"I love you so much," Harry said in his special deep voice that was only used when his tiny boyfriend was close to him, "I love you so much, baby."