Next to you (Larry one shots - book 7)

and all I can taste is this moment

From: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1914678

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Rating: Mature

Tags: fluff and smut, marriage proposal, frottage, anal fingering, top!harry, bottom!louis, coming out, conon compliant

Word count: 4223

Summary: Reality fic set a couple years in the future. Featuring: coming out via twitter, a marriage proposal and Harry being sappy. They both cry and they're both happy about it.

Author's note: Written for the prompt: "Reality fic? Like where they're on tour and everything and they just came out and they're absolutely loving it and Louis maybe eventually works up the nerve to propose? You know and then some really good sex ensues." Which, well, they're not on tour but it is a reality fic and there is a proposal. Also sex. So.

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It's a rainy Sunday afternoon and their entire world is about to change.

It's a rainy Sunday afternoon and it's finally happening.

It's a rainy Sunday afternoon and while this is the thing they fought for with all they had, Harry's never been so scared.

They have been unofficially out together for the better part of a year. Living entirely in a glass closet--attending events together, leaving together, eating at restaurants with only the other, doing mundane tasks like grocery shopping together, tweeting each other constantly and posting pictures of the two of them on Instagram. Everyone knew what was going on, but they have just been given the go ahead to make it official. Harry was terrified.

It wasn't that he didn't want this, because fuck did he want this, he wanted Louis and he wanted to finally start living their lives properly and without fear they could be caught or outed at anytime.

Just, he was still scared. Scared that their private life won't be private anymore, scared of all the people who won't accept them anymore. But sitting here, next to the same man he fell in love with when he was sixteen, he knows this is what he wants. Whatever bad comes with finally being out won't matter because of him. Everyone will know how much Harry loves Louis, and that's everything.

"How are you feeling?" Harry asks. He's sitting, legs crossed on the sofa in their living room with his hands entangled with Louis'. Everyone will finally know that this house is their home.

"Can I be honest with you?" Harry nods, the "of course" obvious, "I'm nervous."

He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and wordlessly opens his arms, wrapping them around Louis when he scoots over, his head resting on Harry's chest. "You too?" He mumbles, buried in the place Harry's neck meets his shoulder and he nods again.

"It's like, and I don't even know why? This is what I want. I know this is what I want but I'm still--"

"I know." Harry cuts him off, and Louis leans back. He can feel a laugh bubbling up and it's such a dumb thing, the way he laughs at inappropriate times, nothing's funny right now and he's trying to hold it in but then he sees Louis trying to fight back a smile and that's it. They're both laughing, hard and bright and he's not scared anymore.

Everything he needs in the world is this man. This man who's starting to do the wheezing thing that he does when he's laughing too hard. Harry does the logical thing and grabs Louis’ face in both hands and kisses him.

It's more teeth than lips and Louis is still smiling but it doesn't matter. Harry loves him, has always loved him and when he tells him, sitting on their couch in their home on a rainy Sunday afternoon, Louis gives him a soft smile--the one the fans are always calling Louis' 'Harry smile' (which, okay, yeah) he says "forever", and Harry knows that too.