Falling For the Bad Boy (Larry Stylinson)

The Final Final Chapter

A/n: lowkey dragging this story out because I miss it but oh well

Third person's POV

"I-I can't, I just can't this is too much pressure." Louis shook his head rapidly as he paced back and forth, already clad in his suit for the wedding ceremony that was only a mere half an hour away.

"Louis, you're worrying about nothing. This is just something that's going to affect you for the rest of your life." Zayn said as Liam hit him in the chest with a glare. Ed and they were his groomsmen for the wedding.

"Harry's just asking way too much of me, I just can't." Louis groaned as he pulled his hair.

"Dude, he just wants to know which one of his nipples is your favorite." Ed rolled his eyes.

"But they're all great! I can't pick a favorite! That's like me telling you-you have to pick a favorite, Bear or Champ." Louis said regarding Liam and Zayn's sons Bear and Champ. Their names were ridiculous but Zayn and Liam thought it was cool.

Liam gaped at him, "That's totally different, they're our children."

Louis folded his arms. "Yeah well, I treat his nipples as if they were my children."

"You're so weird." Zayn shook his head. "Just pick one, you know that you have a favorite."

Louis bit his lip, "Fine, my favorite is the smaller left one. Are you happy!"

"I mean, I don't really give a fuck but I'm sure Harry will be happy you finally made a decision," Zayn said as he pulled out his phone. "I'll text Niall and tell him to let Harry know.

From Zayn; to Niall: Louis made a decision. It's the lower left.

Niall laughed and shook his head, "Harry, Louis decided which one is his favorite."

Harry rushed over, "Really? Which one?"

"Lower left one." Niall said simply.

"I knew it." Harry said triumphantly. He was just in the room next door not nearly as ready for the wedding, Harry was more of a perfectionist than Louis was. They were in separate dressing rooms because despite their wedding being anything other than traditional for obvious reasons, they still thought it would be bad luck for Louis to see Harry before the wedding.

"Did you really?" Niall asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course, during our um you know what time. He always pays more attention to that one." Harry said.

"Alright, are you done procrastinating and will you finish getting dressed?" Niall rolled his eyes. Niall was already dressed in his suit that matched Ed, Liam and Zayn's. He was also a groomsman but he was Harry's rather than Louis'. Ryan and Nick were the other two but they had yet to show up.

"Okay, okay." Harry muttered and grabbed his suit out of the closet. He admired it for a minute, in awe of how beautiful it was. Going along with a few traditional aspects of the wedding, Harry's suit was white.

"Just staring at it isn't going to make it magically jump onto your body." Niall scoffed from behind him.

"I know, I know." Harry waved him off and stripped out of the clothing he was already wearing. He slipped on the suit and looked into the mirror. "Wow."

"Harry, when Louis sees you in this, he might cry. Hell, I might cry right now and I'm not even marrying you." Niall sniffed.

"Niall, stop. You're going to make me cry just thinking about it." Harry said as he lightly fanned his face to keep himself from crying. "We should probably go talk to the caterers to make sure everything is running smoothly."