flower crowns // l.s.

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"You're gonna love her," Harry quietly told Louis as he drove into her driveway.

Louis inhaled before he put the car in park and turned it off. Harry smiled with excitement and turned to see Louis looking nervous.

"Lou," he gently said. "Are you nervous?"

He exhaled out a laugh. "Well, yeah. It's like meeting a parent, isn't it?"

Harry shrugged, but then furrowed a brow. He's right. His grandmother is like his own parent; she had taken him in and had to put up with his teenager self for a few years, and with his mom and dad gone, she had taken the parent position. Harry suddenly understood Louis' nervousness, but was quick to calm him and let him know she's the sweetest human on earth. They walked to the front door together, but before they could even knock, the door was pulled open and a very happy grandmother stood at the entrance.

"Harry, my boy!" She loudly said as she grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him into a hug. "My, how you've grown."

"Same height as last time, Gran."

"No," she spoke in a determined voice, holding him away at arms distance to look him in the eye. "I'm certain you've grown. And your hair!"

Harry looked away and grinned as she jostled her fingers through it. "Gettin' long, huh?"

"So long. But it suits you." She smiled and was about to turn to head inside, when she spotted Louis. Her grin softened and she inspected him up and down. Louis had insisted on wearing his nice shirt and jeans; it sort of resembled the outfit he'd worn on their first date. "You. You must be Louis, hello," she held her hand out to him.

He sucked in a breath and wiped his hands on his jeans before shaking her hand. "Hello, miss. Lovely to meet you. You've got a wonderful home."

She smiled. "Thank you! All it took was a death."

Louis widened his eyes in shock.

Harry nudged Louis and cackled. "She's joking! Gran, ease back on the jokes, you'll scare him away."

"Nonsense. He looks tough enough."

After being invited in, they all headed into the living area for tea Harry's grandmother had made. Louis was tense for the first few minutes, but the more Harry's grandmother engaged him in conversation, the more comfortable he got. The jokes were continuous, ranging from morbid to light, but that was just the way Gran had always been. Her philosophy was to make joke of anything horrible so that you won't be afraid of them. It seemed to be working for her.

"I've heard a lot about you, you know," She said as she took another sip of her tea.

Louis raised his brows and had a large smile plastered on his lips. "Have you?"

"Mhm," she hummed with the mug between her lips. "Harry here just adores you."

"Graaan," Harry dragged out as a blush crept up along his neck to his cheeks.

"Well, it's true! When he'd call me, we would always somehow get on the subject of 'Louis and how adorable he looked in a certain outfit,' or something about a bracelet made of flowers that you had worn. He liked to ramble about you. Glad to see you're finally together!"

Harry felt a hand rest on his right shoulder. He turned to look at Louis, face undoubtedly crimson.

"I've just been dying to know," Louis started. "If you've got any baby pictures of Harry? I need to see some. He's got these pictures of me that he could definitely use for blackmail and I need something too." He paused, then shook his head. "Wait, the pictures he has of me are, like, just me wearing a flower crown that I didn't like. It's embarrassing."