Crowns

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Everyone cheers as the newlyweds take the dancefloor for their first dance. Jay has a beautiful smile on her face as Dan kisses her cheek.

"Your mom looks beautiful. They look so happy," I say to Louis.

"She does, they are very happy. I hope they don't trip and fall dancing," he replies with a small laugh.

"Louis!" Eleanor slaps his arm slightly. "They won't fall, they are too in love. Look at how Dan looks at your mum."

Jay and Dan are slowly swaying and looking at each other, their smiles bigger by the second. Phoebe and Daisy, Louis's little sisters, stand from their chairs and start dancing next to the couple. Louis takes Eleanor's hand to guide her to the dancefloor. Soon, everyone starts gathering on the dancefloor.

I'm sitting on the table alone.

"Where's your bee?" I recognize the voice and look to the side. Liam. I give him a weird look and smile.

"My bee?"

"Harry. You're the honey and he's the bee. Where is he?"

"That is a very bad analogy, work on your jokes." I squish his arm and he laughs. "He's in the bathroom. I told him not to go because he would miss the first dance, but as usual he didn't listen. He couldn't 'hold it in anymore'." I use air quotes for the last words.

"I really couldn't hold it in anymore, I swear." Harry comes to stand behind me. His hands rest on my shoulders and I lean my head back to rest on his stomach as my hand grabs a hold of his fingers on my shoulders.

"It was a great first dance buddy, shame you missed it. Have you seen Sophia?"

"No, I thought she was with you." I say.

"There she is." Harry nods his head towards Sophia, who is walking towards Liam.

"A dance?" He asks her and she agrees. "See ya." Liam takes Sophia's hand and they get lost in the sea of bodies on the dancefloor.

Harry leans down to kiss my cheek from behind. "Lets go outside," he whispers in my ear. He comes to stand next to me and offers me his hand. We walk out of the awning and walk across a beautiful garden. I can spot Niall far away, playing cricket with other guys.

The day is sunny and windy but perfect. The grass looks greener and the flowers are beautiful. Harry holds my hand as we walk towards a small table close to where Niall is.

"You're way taller in those shoes. Still little though."

"It's not my fault you are like a giant. My wedges give me a little more height to kiss your pretty lips." I look down at my shoes and smile.

"My pretty lips?" I raise my head to look at him and he's smiling big.

"I've told you I love your lips, don't play the fool." The wind moves the hair that is popping out of his fedora. I swing our hands front and back and I squeeze his hand.

"And now you're a little bit taller to kiss them." In a sudden movement, he stops walking and pulls me to his body, his hands fall to my waist and my hands just below his shoulders.

I raise my head to meet his lips, not too much this time thanks to my shoes. My hands move around his neck. Harry's lips move perfectly against mine.

We hear a whistling for behind and Harry smiles against my lips. I turn my head around and Harry moves his head to the side.

"Get a room!" Niall shouts raising his cricket bat in the air. I flip him my finger and turn again to kiss again.

"That finger was not very nice," he scolds me with a smile.

"Well he was being rude and I want to kiss you again so shut up."

"Don't tell me to shut up." Harry says against my lips and a smile grows on mine.

We keep walking to the table and sit down. Daisy comes from behind and places a small crown made of long leaves on my head. "For all the pretty girls. You can't take it off." She smiles at me and Harry.

"I won't take it off," I say, touching the leaves around my head and smiling at her. "Thank you," she nods her head and runs off back to the party.

"She is right, you are a pretty girl," Harry tells me. I point at the crown laughing.

"I must look funny, I could never pull off a plant crown on my head." I close my eyes, laughing.

"Beautiful is what you are." I look at him and as I finish laughing.

"If you were a girl, you would get one too. You are very beautiful, but you're a guy." I come closer to his chair and kiss his cheek.

"Oh you got a crown too, we're pretty!" Lou says. She gives me a thumbs up and sits on the chair next to Harry.

"Yes and you can't take it off," I point at her joking.

Niall joins us and takes a seat on the chair next to me."Why are you guys wearing leaves on your head? You look ridiculous."

"Shut up, Daisy could be near. Louis's sister made them for the pretty girls." I say. "I guess she made them, I don't know."

"Then Harry should get one." Niall laughs at his own joke as I swat his arm.

"Hey, don't make fun of Harry like that."

"Don't worry baby, he and I both know he needs the crown more the me." Harry smirks at me and I look back at Niall.

"Ha ha. Fuck off."

We all look back to the party as Louis whistles to catch our attention. He gestures his arm for us to join the party again.

Once we are back, Louis tells us it's time to snap some pictures. All four of them, Harry, Louis, Liam and Niall pose for Cal's camera and smile. Cal takes a photo the four of them joking around. Then Eleanor and Louis's little sisters step in next to Louis as the other three guys step out of the frame. Cal snaps the photos and the little girls scram away.

Harry comes to step next to me. As we watch Niall and Lou take a photo together. She pulls Harry's arm and calls Liam. "Liam, picture!" Cal takes the photo with Lou's cellphone before they get accommodated for the shot. "Looks fun," Cal says.

"Now the girls, hold the phone Cal." Lou comes and grabs my arm as she calls Eleanor and Sophia. They come to where Lou and I are. I stand between Eleanor and Lou and Sophia is next to Eleanor.

"Crown girls." Cal gives Lou back her cellphone and grabs my arm. "You and Harry's turn now. Harry, stay there!"

Harry freezes on the spot, not knowing why Cal told him to stay there. I stand next to him, looking at him as he looks down at me smiling. I rest my hand on his lower back as he rests his on my lower back. My other hand is placed on his stomach.

"My honey."

Cal snaps a photo.

"You heard that awful Liam joke?" I smile widder.

"Yes and it's a perfect analogy." He leans down to kiss me quickly as another photo is shot.

"Enough kissing, look at me!" We both turn our heads to look at Cal and smile for the camera.

Harry's hands come to my jaw to kiss me. "It sounds very cheesy and ridiculous."

"It does." I smile as his arms go around my neck to pull me closer and my hands rest on his waist.

"I'm your man, not your bee."

"That sounds way better."

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