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chapter six

N.J.H.
"Niall, you gotta get up. I don't know how many times I have to tell you this, but I need the couch."

"For what?" I groan, rolling over and avoiding Harry's face.

"To sort out all these papers," he teasingly groans back, patting my bum lightly. I sigh in defeat and allow him to move me onto the floor. He treats me like a king, really; it's evident.

"What papers?" I yawn, rolling over to look him in the eye. When I see 'ADOPTION' in big bold letters, my eyes widen and I sit up excitedly. Adoption papers already?!

"Why do we have them now?" I ask, grinning as he flips through what seems to be an endless pile of papers.

"So we can get started as soon as possible," Harry grins, "as soon as we come home from our honeymoon, we're going to work on the shitstorm that is the adoption process; deal?"

"Deal." I agree, and he leans down to kiss him. He smiles in it, pulling away before pulling me up from the floor.

"Come on love," he tries to pull me up, but fails. I giggle as he groans, dragging me up gradually by arm, "we have to go get ready for the bachelor party. Louis apparently has a lot of things planned."

"Things like what?" I whine, following him as we walk up to our bathroom.

"Great things, thing that, and I quote 'will blow your skinny jeans off'."

"That was a blow towards you," I snicker, and Harry rolls his eyes cheekily. Louis loves the both of us with all his heart, but one thing for sure that he always roasts him about is his skinny jeans. He's been refraining from it for awhile now, but at least once a day, Louis will ask Harry where his blood circulated in order for his legs to work.

"Oh," Harry says, "I wanted to give you these, before we can't see each other until right before the wedding."

I nod, walking towards our bedroom as Harry whips out a dozen roses. Is he for real right now? That stupid lovely dork.

"Thank you?" I chuckle, pecking him on the nose as I mentally count them. There's only eleven.

"Why are there only eleven?" I ask, and he sighs fondly before pressing me up the wall, his body towering over me.

"Every dozen roses has a rose that stands out," he tells me sweetly, "you're number twelve."

I was wrong; he's dorkier than the day we met.

"Oh god," I groan happily, leaning up and going in for the kiss, "I just want to marry you right now."

"Me too," he groans, "I can't wait to have a family with you."

"Stop stop," I whine, "you're getting me so excited, I'm so close to acting on my impatience."

"You do that a lot," he grins, "especially when we're having sex."

"What do you mean?" I ask, moving from him and ripping my shirt off of my torso before heading to the bathroom. Harry follows shortly after, taking off his clothes.

"You always want to get straight to it, you know?" he comments, "I can't remember the last time we just took it slow, the last I fucked you and we weren't rushing to get to the end."

"I mean," I sigh, "I guess you have a point there. I guess I've just been moving too fast..."

"I'm not mad about it." Harry assures me almost immediately, turning on the water and turning back to me to caress my cheek, "I just miss you, you know? I can feel us becoming disjointed."