A Point In Time

Chapter One

"Don't you look lovely!" A short brunette woman cried as she walked into the opulent room, arms spread wide as she took in her handsome son.

"Mother." Harry turned from looking in the mirror to greet the elegant woman, a large smile taking over his face. "I could say the same to you." And he meant it, he had never seen his mother look so debonair in her sleek lavender dress and matching fascinator.

"Thank you Dear, I just wanted to see you quickly before the ceremony." She said as she fixed his already straight tie, he'd spent the good part of an hour doing exactly that. "To think this is now the start of your life, you'll marry Callum, buy a house, adopt a few kids, I'll be a grandmother finally; God knows your sister isn't settling down any time soon, you'll be so domestic and cute. After the honeymoon I demand that you invite Robin and me round for a Roast." Anne's hands moved to Harry's pristine suit jacket giving it a small tug and a straighten, she seemed almost as nervous as Harry felt. " Though I never imagined you being a Collins."

"um?" Harry hummed in question at his mothers continuous chatter. He was content to be alone right this second, left to ponder what could have been and what is yet to come. He didn't feel ready to face his family nor friends just yet, not until after he was legally married that was, at least once he was married he couldn't make a run for it like his Burberry classic leather clad feet where twitching to do.

"I always thought you'd end up a Tomlinson to be perfectly honest." Harry's head shot up from his feet to look directly at his mother. "I mean the way you use to gush about that boy had Jay and I placing bets on when your wedding day would be, well safe to say we were both wrong." She gently stroked his clean shaven face. "You know since it doesn't much matter now I'll let you in on a little secret, Louis use to be just as infatuated by you as you were with him. It was sweet really. To think he's your best man today, funny how life turns out." Anne kept talking but Harry just heard white noise. The boy, man now, that he had been transfixed on since he was 14 fancied him back at least, maybe even loved him too. And only now, as he stood in his fancy arse suit on his wedding to a man that is not Louis Tomlinson, does he hear what his heart has been yearning for for the best part of 12 years. Great. Harry's teenage crush for Louis followed through to his adult years tuning it into a twenties crush and to what he knows is his first and only true love; Harry was a romantic like that. Yes Harry Loved Callum, but not in this deep chest ache longing kind of way that he has felt for Louis for the past, got to be 9 years.

Harry cut Anne off "But Louis has a boyfriend."

"Well yes sweetie and you're about to be married. It doesn't matter now does it." Anne smiled to Harry and stroked his hair as she backed away to the door. "I'll send Lou up. Good luck baby." And with that she was gone, Harry hardly even having the chance to utter more than a few words.

With a few deep breaths Harry grounded himself, he'd never been so thankful for all those yoga and meditation classes he had attended. He felt like sobbing his confused heart out for everything he's already missed out on and everything he will proceed to miss out on once he was married to Callum, his low self-esteem and doubt in Louis is what had lead him to this point. Harry knows nothing can be done about it now but he can't help but wish he had a second chance to do it all again and say what he never had the God damn balls to say and do what his heart craved for, he would do it all differently if he could; Take a page from Louis' book and be confident, outgoing and self-assured in himself when it came to getting his man. Harry bit his lip, but Louis never was and never shall be 'his man'.

"Very dapper Haz." Louis whistled as he took in all of Harry, he may have looked like a 26 year old man ready to be wed but he felt like he was suddenly back in college and 17 again.

Louis' blue suit clung to him flawlessly arse perfectly on display when he put his dainty hands in his pocket. Harry wanted to grab his arse now more than he had in the past year, he had become very good at controlling these sinful urges but after his mini breakdown who could blame him. 'Looking never hurt anyone,' he tells himself. However despite all this Harry greets him with, "Blue, I like it." referring to Louis' suit. They both step forward for a short embrace.