Newlywed Game || l.s.

Newlywed Game

They signed up as a joke. It wasn't supposed to be accepted and it definitely wasnt supposed to actually be a thing. They never meant for it to happen to them. Odds were entirely against them.

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"Okay but Haz. Its literally a free honeymoon. We'd be stupid if we didn't sign up." Louis spoke up from the sofa as he held his laptop on his knees, feet propped up against the coffee table.

"Louis. We aren't getting married for another month." Harry spoke and moved to go sit down next to him, leaning against his side with Louis' tea mug in his hands. "Plus, we already bought a honeymoon. Remember? Going to Jamaica."

"Okay, yes. But they don't need to know that." Louis said, typing away at the keyboard. "I'm doing it anyways."

"Fine. But make us at least sound cool." Harry sighed out. "Like... I'm twenty six."

"Oh, wow. You're two years off from your real age. Lets not get too crazy now." Louis said flatly.

"It makes me seem more hip. More cool. More relatable." Harry defended, sipping Louis' tea since he was a bit busy at the moment and tea like this shouldn't go to waste by getting cold.

"Fine. But then I'm saying Im some sort of scientist. No. I'm gonna be a pathologist." Louis nodded to himself.

"Do you even know what they do? Or what kind of pathologist youre gonna be? Theres multiple stems." Harry laughed out. "Make me a physical therapist, though."

"Ill be the one that does the bodies."

"Oh my god, Louis no."

"Its happening."

~

So, yeah. They werent actually supposed to get picked. They even forgot about it since everything from that point on grew more and more hectic. Harry fussed daily about their wedding to make sure it was perfect and Louis fussed over Harry daily because he said everything was already perfect and Harry was overworking himself. It wad just a constant loop of worrying between the two. Harry knew they should have hired a planner but then again, Louis was right in saying paying for one would be useless since all Harry would do is change everything they plan. Hes so damn glad that he's only getting married once.

That was a week ago. They were finally married and life was amazing. They normally would have had their honeymoon right after their wedding but they scheduled it a month after. It just worked better pricing wise. Now, though, Louis has came rushing into the bedroom, jumping onto the bed, well into Harry more like. Breakfast in bed he had planned was now long forgotten.

"Harry! Harold! Hazza! Harriet! Hershal!" Louis exclaimed as he shoved at Harrys shoulders.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Louis!" Harry whined out. Half from being frightened and half from wanting to not be shaken anymore. "Stop!"

Louis did, rolling off and next to Harry instead, grinning widely. "Hello, husband."

Harry smiled widely at that, unable to be mad. "Hello, husband." He said back, pursing his lips for a kiss.

Louis leaned forward, softly pressing their lips together. He wouldn't ever get used to this. It was always going to give him butterflies. He married his best friend.

"What's up? Why'd you come in here like a wild animal?" Harry spoke after a moment, turning on his back to stretch out, bones giving out a satisfying crack.

"Oh! Right." Louis pushed himself to sit up. "Remember that time when we completely bullshit an application for that show about newlyweds?"

Harry merely hummed.