flower crowns // l.s.

❁45❁

Harry's living in a dream. That's what it is. Because he can't believe how beautiful the ring is, how the flowers (and cute diamonds!) in the band look on his finger, and he's just gonna cry every time he looks at it. He'd stop cleaning to admire it. When he'd lay in bed, he'd pull out his phone and turn on the light to look at it. Louis did so good, knows him so well. He's never seen a ring like this.

"I cry every time I look at it," Harry told Louis. Louis was making the bed and Harry, of course, was looking at his ring. "You did so good, Louis! It's so beautiful!"

Louis gave Harry a look as he placed the pillows at the head of the bed. "We're supposed to be at Niall's and Liam's at seven, you know. Just reminding you."

Harry grins and falls onto the freshly made bed. "How could I forget? My own engagement party!"

Louis picked up a pillow and hit Harry with it. "Our engagement party."

"Right. Of course." Louis rolled his eyes. "I love you."

"Get off the bed, I just made it up."

Harry pouted and rolled over on the bed. "Join me. We have time until the party." Louis groaned in disagreement. Harry peered up at him and rested his head in his hand. "Pleeease? We rarely cuddle."

"We do it every night because you say that exact thing," Louis said, annoyed. But he climbed on the bed and situated himself in a comfortable position, and then Harry crawled over to him and rested his head on his chest with a content smile.

"Whipped," Harry muttered.

Louis scoffed. "Excuse you?"

Harry lifted his head and gave the biggest smile he could. "You're so whipped that you proposed to me."

"About that," Louis started, "I think I want the ring back. My other boyfriend said he likes flowers, so I'd figured I'd give it to him. Y'know. To be nice."

Harry shoved his face in Louis' chest and bit his skin through the shirt. "Rude."

Louis tugged at Harry's hair to try and get him to stop. "I'm the nicest."

"Sir, yes, sir," Harry joked out.

"Oh, c'mon. I'm good to you," Louis defended.

Harry nodded and looked back up. "You are! I was joking."

They stayed there for as long as they could. Harry doesn't think that Louis wants to admit that he loves cuddling as much as Harry does. And when the time came, they left and drove to their friends' flat for the engagement party.

Harry and Louis hadn't seen much of their friends. Of course, they'd see them plenty of times, but since moving and working more, it did become hard. So when they got to the party and saw Zayn, Madeline, Liam, Niall, and a few others, he just felt over-the-moon happy. They all talked, they stared at Harry's ring and Harry bathed in all the compliments he received from it, and Louis was drinking a beer and groaning about how it's going to be a pain to plan a wedding. Harry was going on about how exciting it will be to plan a wedding.

"We're your groomsmen, right?" Liam asked, gesturing between himself and Niall.

"Of course!" Harry shouted out happily. Then he hugged them. "Gonna be a small wedding at Louis' Mum's house."

Liam nodded and sipped the water from his cup. "Cute. Proud of you, H. Really happy that everything's going so good and working you. You deserve it."

Harry was holding back tears (when was he not?) when he hugged Liam again. "Thank you." He pulled away and inhaled deeply, and then squealed to himself. "I'm engaged!"

"Congrats!" Niall yelled out. "Let's go make you a drink."

Harry's eyes widened and he reluctantly followed Niall into the kitchen were all the alcoholic beverages were. Niall was still experimenting on a one-of-a-kind drink, sadly, and he chose to experiment on Harry the most. Now wasn't any different. A look of disgust reached his face when he saw Niall mixing lemonade and Pepsi together. He had to look away.

"Right!" Niall said, handing Harry the glass with a hopeful look.

Harry took it and sniffed it. "What alcohol did you put in it?"

Niall smiled widely. "That's a surprise."

"Oh, God," Harry muttered to himself. He lifted the glass to his mouth and then took a tiny sip. And then he widened his eyes. Niall sighed in defeat and started making Harry his usual drink, but Harry started drinking more of it. It's good. It has that strong alcohol kick, and the lemonade and Pepsi (and other things he didn't see Niall mix) somehow balanced each other out in a somehow sweet, strong, and manly drink. Harry didn't understand it. "Niall, it's bloody good!"

Niall looked even more surprised than Harry. He grabbed the glass and took a sip himself, and then let out a loud scream. He called Liam in, but his loud scream made the others file into the kitchen to see what was going on. All Niall did was raise the glass up in the air and shout, "The Nialler!"

"What?" Liam asked, moving over to Niall. He took the glass when it was handed to him and had a taste. "You made this?"

"MY LEGENDARY DRINK HAS BEEN INVENTED. CIRCLE 'ROUND IF YOU WANT TO TRY THE NIALLER," Niall shouted, and everyone did.

Harry couldn't believe it. He walked out of the kitchen with a hand in his air and found Louis. "He did it, Louis!" He proudly said. "After years of trying, he's made his unique drink."

"Our lives really are coming together," Louis mumbled, looking in the distance. He shook his head in disbelief and motioned for Harry to sit on his lap. "Can you believe it?"

Harry sat down and kissed Louis' nose. "It's strange. In a good way."

"Liam and Niall are happy, gay boys. Niall made a drink he's been trying to make for years. . . . Zayn and Madeline are apparently doing great. They disappear a lot, though, so I'm fine knowing the minimum of it. And Ed! Doing his music!"

"And us," Harry added.

"And us."

"We've been through a lot of heartache, but found each other in it."

Harry smiled widely and dipped his head down to rest on Louis' shoulder. "We're so awesome."

"Hell yeah."