Soul Mates - a Larry series [AU]

Trouble in paradise [part four]

Trouble in paradise [part four]

Harry could feel his heart beating in his throat. He was going to marry Louis. He was going to marry the love of his life, his soul mate, his one true love. And fuck was he nervous. In less than an hour he’d be waiting for Louis at the altar.

“Are you nervous, honey?” Anne asked.

Harry swallowed thickly and nodded. “Very nervous.”

“I can see. You don’t have to worry. He’s not going to run off with someone else. He loves you and you love him. That’s one of the essential things needed for a marriage to work out”, Anne smiled.

“I know, Mum, but I’m just really nervous and I don’t know why. All I know is that I want to get married to Lou but I can’t wait to call him my husband and go on honeymoon with him.”

Anne wrapped her arms around her son and hugged him tightly. “It’s all gonna be fine. These Dutch people know what they’re doing and they even arranged someone who speaks English fairly well for the ceremony.”

“That’s nice of them”, Harry said.

Anne nodded. “They’re very accepting of same-sex marriages as well. I can’t imagine what it’s like to live in a country where it’s all equal.”

“Me neither”, Harry whispered. Rattling sounded and the door flew open. In walked Louis, Lottie trailing behind him. “Boo, what are you doing here?”

“Is this really a good idea, Haz?”

Harry felt his heart drop to his stomach. “Don’t you want to marry me?” he croaked.

Louis’ face softened. “Of course I do, but do we honestly need to get married to prove our love?”

Harry thought for a moment. “I don’t think so, no, but I’d quite like to call you my husband.”

“I don’t think we should do this”, Louis whispered, not looking at his fiancé.

Harry felt tears stinging his eyes. “Why not?” he managed to say.

“It doesn’t feel right. I’m sorry, Hazza. I love you so much, but a marriage doesn’t feel right.” Harry spun around on his heels and marched out of the room. He couldn’t handle this, not now. “Hazza, come back! Please!” Harry could hear Louis’ pleas but he didn’t listen.

How could Louis not want to marry him when he was the one who suggested a marriage? He ran out of the building and towards the Starbucks. Tears were streaming down his face as he entered the Starbucks. He ordered a coffee with extra caffeine and gulped it down as soon as it was finished. He burnt his throat and tongue but he couldn’t care less. His fiancé had just said he actually didn’t want to marry him.

His phone beeped.

                From: Boo –
Please come back, Hazza, I love you xxxxxxx

He had to give it to him: Louis had some fucking nerve. Without answering, he deleted the text and left the Starbucks, crossing the street without looking. Harry leaned on the railing that protected people from falling into the canals and glared at the padlock on his wrist. Louis had the key on his ankle. He had the urge to flip off his tattoos, but it would only make him look like a lunatic. His phone beeped again.

                From: Boo –
Come on, Hazza. I love you xxxxxxx

He suppressed a snort.

Another text message.

                From: Boo –
Hazzaaaaaa, we’re waiting for you xxxxxxx