The Ballet Shoes

"Harry Edward Styles will you-"

Louis woke up nervous. Harry was still sound asleep in his arms, snuggled closely to his chest. Yes he was snuggled in his arms and it some how relaxed him a little but he was still on edge. He had it all planned out mentally, what he would say when he did it, but he knew as soon as he started to he would forget and ramble and ruin it.

He carefully got himself away from the tight hold of Harry. He remained naked but reconsidered when he got cold after a little bit so he slipped on a pair of his boxers. It was their anniversary one year today, Louis thought about how he should just wait a little longer. He knew how Harry was about things like this. How huge it would be to him.

Louis turned some music on his phone. He began dancing a few ballet moves. It had been a while since he danced, so he did trip up a few times. He thought about when Harry and him danced at the warehouse. Then changed the song to Let It Be Me by Ray Lamontagne. He spun around and moved some things so he could do big moves.

Harry woke up to the sound of thumping. He reached beside him the bed was cold, realizing this he sat up and slipped on his boxers. Walking downstairs he saw Louis attempting some extreme Ballet moves.

"Babe you suck at those stick to the basics yeah?" Harry said from the steps making Louis jump.

"You scared me I didn't mean to wake you." He said walking over to Harry now all sweaty, he hooked his arms around him.

Louis pecked his lips and smiled.

"Happy anniversary princess." Louis smirked knowing Harry hates the nickname princess.

"Happy anniversary asshole." Harry said with a smile.

"Let's get ready for the day?" Louis suggested.

Harry was buzzing on the inside with excitement but he didn't let it show. Really he was nervous and wasn't quite sure on how to take it, if what he thought Louis planned was really going to happen.

"What about breakfast?" Harry said feeling his stomach growl.

"Ah right yes, I'll start getting the stuff out for you while you go get ready yeah?" Louis said.

Harry shook his head and the boy pecked him on the forehead.

I went upstairs thinking only about what was sure to happen. Yes, I would love to marry him, yes, I would love to have that realistic type of family me, him, and William. Yes, William having parents married before he grew up to really know the story of how he came along would be great. If I said yes to him it wouldn't be because of Will. Absolutely not. William isn't the reason at all. The idea of William knowing his parents were recklessly in love at one point and had a baby at such a young age wasn't great to me for our son to know at least.

Harry shook his head. Starting the shower water and letting it run getting hot before stepping under the water.

I love him I really do. Am I really going to let fear ruin such a wonderful thing? Jesus, Harry pull it together.

Harry splashed water on his face ridding the thoughts from his head. He would take it as it happened and let his heart and not his head do the decision making. Although he would have to let his do some of it, because if he went his heart altogether it be a definite yes. He wanted to tell Louis I know what this is all about but that would ruin it and create heat between them.

Stepping out of the shower he smelled something burning. He quickly put on some jeans and his blue and white button up with a plain white t-shirt and  his light brown boots. His usual outfit. He laid out Louis a brown sweater, and some black pants with a black beanie.