flower crowns // l.s.

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*this chapter contains possible triggers that may be hard to read. please read at your own risk. if you need to talk my inbox is open.*

He felt a lot more calmer about the wedding once it all started coming together. Niall had his end all sorted, Louis and Liam got all the invitations out, and Mad's was killing it at the decorations. She even found them an amazing photographer. Jay's friend was catering and making the cake, and Harry and Louis are finally relaxing.

Their friends were being so helpful throughout all of this and Harry just loved them so much that he couldn't handle it.

"The priest said he'd do it, by the way," Harry said, a toothbrush in his mouth.

Louis nodded and tried fixing his hair. "That's a relief."

"He said he's excited."

Louis nodded and pursed his lips, brushing his hair again. Harry rinsed his mouth out and forced Louis to turn to him. He rubbed Louis' hair product in his damp hair and styled it up, motioned for the hairdryer, and started to dry it while fixing what needed to be fixed. Louis thanked him with a quick kiss.

"Have to leave now, Harry, I love you!" Louis shouted as he walked out the door.

Harry sighed and pouted a little, wishing Louis could've spent some more time with him. But then the door opened again and Louis quickly walked back to Harry, and if this isn't some rom-com shit, then what is?

Louis embraced Harry tightly and he giggled happily. "Love you," Harry said. He kissed Louis lovingly and made sure to make it long to annoy Louis for wasting his time.

Louis didn't seem to mind, though. He kissed Harry with such adoration that it made him feel a little lightheaded. When they pulled away, they were breathless. Louis kissed down Harry's neck for a few seconds before kissing his mouth once more.

"I'll call you on my break. Having one of those days where I wish I could just take you to work so that I wouldn't have to leave you."

Harry tried suppressing a smile and threw his arms around his neck to give him another kiss. Then he pressed his forehead against Louis' and they rubbed their noses together. "So sappy. Wonder where you got that from."

"There's this guy I'm marrying, you see, and, well. He's the sappiest."

Harry pulled away with a laugh and walked Louis to the door. "Dinner will be ready when you get home. We're gonna watch a romance movie when you get back!"

Louis groaned to himself and walked out the door, which had Harry laughing when he shut it.

"Do you have any pain reliever?" Harry asked Gabe, who was putting in new flowers. Harry was helping when a headache started in.

"Think Aaliyah's got some. Right?" He shouted out.

"Yeah!" She shouted back from the other end of the shop.

Harry laughed and shook his head. "Thanks," he said to Aaliyah when she came over and handed him the pills. "Hate headaches," he grumbled unhappily. "Been getting them all the time recently!"

She frowned and shook her head. "This wedding stuff is stressing you out too much, Mr. Sty--I mean, Harry."

He sighed and shrugged. "Probably. I'm just getting old. My vision isn't as good, either, y'know." He frowned. "Enjoy your youth, kids."

They both laughed and Gabe rolled his eyes. "You're very young, I haven't got a clue what you're talking about."

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