The Love We Share: L.S one-shots

I Saw it in Your Eyes

By: Dont_Stop_Larry

5,103 Words

Summary:

Louis knew he wanted to marry Harry in late 2012. He just woke up one day, looked over at his sleeping boyfriend, and he knew: he had to marry this boy. But getting up the nerve to ask him was something else.

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   Louis knew he wanted to marry Harry in late 2012. He just woke up one day, looked over at his sleeping boyfriend, and he knew: he had to marry this boy. But getting up the nerve to ask him was something else.

It wasn't like he expected Harry to refuse him. Harry would probably burst into tears and be unable to say yes because he was too excited. But they were young – Louis was turning 21 in a few weeks, but Harry was still 18, still just a child, and Louis didn't want to put pressure on him when he had such a long life to live ... or something like that. Honestly, Louis was just nervous. He never thought he'd be proposing this early, and especially not to a boy, but times change, and he was madly in love. There was no one else he wanted to spend his life with. So he decided – he was going to marry Harry Styles.

At first, he didn't think he should tell anyone. The boys were terrible at keeping secrets, and he knew that even if he told so much as one bodyguard, it would spread to the entire stage crew in under an hour, and god knows he didn't want everyone but Harry knowing about this. So he kept it quiet, mulling the idea over and over in his mind.

Two months after Louis had made that promise to himself, he had gotten nowhere. He knew what Harry liked; he was a huge romantic and he loved flowers and candles and all the cheesy stuff that Louis outwardly rolled his eyes at but secretly enjoyed. But for the life of him, he couldn't think of a way to propose to Harry that would be, in his eyes at least, good enough. He wanted Harry to remember it, and that took careful planning, but Louis was shit at making plans like this. And Harry's birthday was coming up, and all the other boys could talk about was how they were going to celebrate it. They had no idea the struggle that was going on in Louis' mind.

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The first time Louis tried to propose to Harry, it started with a trip to Zayn's room.

One afternoon, while Harry was training with their personal trainer, Louis went and knocked on Zayn's door. He and Zayn had always been close, the partners-in-crime kind of close. If Louis needed to hide a body, Zayn was there. If Zayn wanted to sneak something from the mini bar, Louis was there to help and then partake in whatever Zayn managed to snag. So, Louis figured, if anyone would be of help, it would be Zayn, and it was high time he confided in someone about this.

"Hey, Lou, what's up?" Zayn asked as Louis entered the room, twisting his hands together. How was he going to tell Zayn?

"I, uh, I wanted to ask for your advice on something ..." Louis mumbled, and Zayn, who was picking up his clothes, stopped and turned to him.

"Louis, you sound serious. You're never serious. What's going on? Is Harry alright? Are you alright?" Zayn sounded extremely worried, the clothes dropping from his hands.

Louis shook his head. "No, nothing's wrong, I just ... fuck it. I want to ask Harry to marry me."

Zayn's creased brow of worry faded as a huge grin spread across his face, and he laughed, pulling Louis into a crushing hug.

"That's fucking brilliant, mate! How long have you wanted to do this?"

"I mean, pretty much since the day I met him, but in reality, I've been considering it seriously for about two months," Louis said, a smile of relief making its way onto his face. It felt good to have told at least one person. "The issue is that I just can't think of a way good enough. I want it to be perfect."