Little Flower Girl

Harry

Dedicated to @Secretgirl3049 because she came up with the idea for this story. Plus she's just plain out awesome. Everyone should go check her out. 

Harry loved Louis. From the moment Harry met him, he knew Louis was the one for him. He loved the way Louis would jump around like a little kid when he was happy and the way he would go on a major cleaning spree when he was nervous. He loved the way he would get a devilish little smirk on his face when he went to tease Harry, and how terrifying he became when he told off anyone else who tried. He loved his messy, caramel-colored hair, ocean blue eyes, pudgy tummy, and thick arse and thighs. Harry loved how his eyes would crinkle when he smiled and how he would scrunch his nose up when he was angry or frustrated. He even loved how beautiful Louis looked when he cried, though he preferred when he didn't. Everything about Louis was perfect, Harry thought. Harry knew he could never live without the lad. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with him.

The only problem was that Harry didn't know how to tell him. He'd never been particularly good with this sort of thing. It'd taken him five months to work up the courage to ask Louis out, and from there, a year to ask him to be his boyfriend. Luckily, Louis had taken it upon himself to move in with him; otherwise they probably still would've been living separately after five years of being together.

Now Harry had to work up the courage to ask Louis the most important question of his life. Would he, Louis William Tomlinson, do Harry the honor of spending the rest of his life him and become his husband? Harry had picked out the ring and bought it already. It was hidden on the top shelf of the linen closet in the hallway where Louis couldn't reach. Unfortunately, with Harry's luck, it’d still be sitting there ten years from now and Harry would still be wishing he could just man up and ask Louis already!

Harry lay on his bed, the blankets gathered around his waist leaving his bare torso uncovered. He had his head propped up on his arm, which rested on his pillow, and he smiled to himself as he watched the boy he loved more than anything in the world sleep next to him. Louis was quite a cute sleeper. He would lie on his side with his knees tucked up against his chest and his hands curled into fists by his head, as if he wanted to suck his thumb. His feathery hair fell over his face, casting shadows across his cheek bones in the morning light, and his lips twitched, almost smiling. Louis looked innocent as a child when he slept, Harry could watch him all day.

Louis shifted a bit in his sleep, mumbling about giant gummy bears, and Harry sighed happily. He knew he needed to propose to this beautiful and perfect angel he had the pleasure of calling his boyfriend soon. He wanted so desperately to be able to truly claim Louis as his own forever. He just couldn't fight his nerves and ask him.

At that moment, Louis' eyes fluttered open, and he smiled when he saw Harry watching him. He scooted closer and snuggled into Harry's chest with a content sigh. "Good morning Haz."

Harry wrapped his strong arms around Louis' small frame and kissed the top of his head. "Good morning Boo."

They stayed like that, cuddling for a moment. Harry slipped his hand under Louis' t-shirt and traced patterns on his back. Louis was warm against his body and he could still feel the electrical sparks coarse through him that he felt the first time he ever touched Louis. The steady rhythm of their breathing and the feeling of the little puffs of air that was Louis' breath against Harry's neck was so soothing, he almost fell back asleep. He could have stayed like that forever.

Unfortunately they had to get up, and Louis reminded Harry of that by untangling himself from his grasp and jumping off the bed, racing out of the room. Harry groaned, throwing off the covers and running after him. Any time Louis rushed out of their bedroom very quickly in the morning usually meant he was going to try to make breakfast before Harry could, and any time Louis did anything even slightly related to cooking, there was a 99.9% chance of something catching on fire. So, to avoid having their little house burn down before they had even finished paying it off, Harry was careful not to let Louis do any cooking.