Infinity (Larry Stylinson One-Shots)

A Thousand Times More

Summary: Harry and Louis' wedding day

Harry's POV:

I anxiously paced the long white room, counting down the minutes until I was face to face at the alter with the man I intended on spending the rest of my life with.  Everything was perfect, planned out exactly how Louis and I had envisioned it.  The wedding ceremony would take place at a small banquet hall, just on the cusp of the ocean shore.  I had always wanted a wedding by the sea, and Louis gracefully allowed me to choose the location.  We had walked through the spot where we would say our vows, making sure everything was exactly how it should be; it was better than I ever anticipated.  There was a large garden area where an isle was set up, carefully lined with an array of purple and white flowers. The chairs were a simple white, positioned in front of the alter which consisted of a wooden platform beneath a large oak tree.  What made this spot even more unique was the delicate lights that wrapped around the trunk and extended into the branches above us, creating our own stars against the sky.  I couldn't have pictured a better place to marry Louis.  I was about to burst out of my skin in anticipation of walking down the isle to meet him. 

There was a long discussion about who would take the place at the alter, though finally deciding on that role being Louis'.  His reasoning was that he wanted to be the one to stand there with pride on his face as he watched my mother walk beside me.  The idea made me slightly self conscious, a completely irrational thought as I have had thousands of eyes on me at a time for years now.  But being here surrounded by our closest family and friends made me feel exposed and vulnerable.  There was no hiding my love for Louis. He was the one for me and I've known that since the time I was sixteen.  People often questioned how we knew so young, but it was always a simple answer.  There was no questioning our feelings for one another.  I loved him with such force that it nearly made my head spin and my heart ache.  I never knew this love was possible in real life.  I had always seen it in movies or read about it in books, but never did it occur to me that a person could be filled with so much passion for another. 

At sixteen I didn't know what to make of such feelings, often trying to bury them deep within me with no threat of being exposed.  But he always knew; Louis knew me better than I thought I knew myself.  It scared me but I let him in. Despite the warning signals going off in my head telling me that this boy could break my heart with no hope for recovery with just a snap of his fingers, I couldn't resist falling for him.  He had my heart and there was no chance of me ever getting it back. 

"Harry, five minutes. Louis' waiting for you." Niall said, peeking his head around the large white door. My heart began to race at the thought.  This was it, after years of waiting in eager anticipation, the moment was finally here. Louis and I would be tied together in every way possible. 

"I'll see you out there" He said throwing me a wink. I smiled and took one last look in the mirror.  I ran my fingers through my hair, brushing away the few curls that had fallen onto my face.  Taking a deep breath I adjusted the purple rose placed on my black suit's lapel. 

"Harry?" I heard a gentle voice call from behind me.  Looking in the reflection I could see my mother, dressed in a soft lavender gown.  Her dark hair was pulled up on top of her head, curls arranged to frame her kind face.

"Mom, you look beautiful." I said turning around to wrap her in my arms.  I held her tightly, finding comfort in the gentle touch of her hands on my back and the rhythmic breaths of her rising chest. 

"Oh stop, today is about you, not me.  You look so handsome." She pulled away, still holding my hands, and glanced over my appearance.  She beamed proudly, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Mom you can't cry yet. You'll make me cry." I half scolded.

"I'm just so happy.  My baby boy is getting married." She choked out, laughing softly to herself.  I smiled and pulled her into my arms once again, the act only making her cry harder.