Photograph (Larry Stylinson AU) ~COMPLETED~

It's Today

It's been about a month and a half since Louis quit the band. No one took it well. At all. One night, I woke up and found him cuddled into my back, crying. I asked him why he was crying, and all he said was,

"I'm loved."

I was confused what he meant by that. Of course he's loved- he knows I love him.. But the fans. There are always going to be people who pick on you in life. It's just a part of it. If you tell me that you haven't been picked on; that you have never had someone tell you something unkind about yourself, I'm going to sit you down in a corner and ignore you for lying to me. It happens to everyone. But my Louis.. A lot of people are insecure, I am most of the time to be honest, but Louis has shown me how to pick out the beautiful things about myself.

He is really insecure about himself. I tell Louis that he is beautiful, at least three times a day. I make him put on his little football shorts- which I adore on him, his little booty shorts- and I make him look at himself in the mirror whenever he calls himself unfit.

"Lou, baby.. You are so goddamn fit. I don't know how lucky I am to have you, I don't deserve you. You're so perfect in every way and you shouldn't put yourself down." I remember telling him one night. I remember finding a cut just above his ankle. He told me that it was just a scratch, along with a few others there. And I believed him. The sneaky little bugger make his cuts look exactly like scratches from walking through a shrub or something. Different sizes, different depths, different angles, they looked like any other little scratch. But they weren't scratches. He put them there. Himself. I was so upset.

Why on Earth would my baby want to hurt himself? My gorgeous boyfriend with zero flaws. It's not just his looks, it's his personality as well. Looks are just a bonus.

But he is such a beautiful person, I swear I cried for about a day. I was so horribly upset with him for hurting himself. But of course I didn't stay upset with him, I had to make him see the beautiful things about himself. Like his hair when he first wakes up. Or, his eyes when he's about to cry. I hate seeing him cry, but they turn the deepest colour blue. It's such a somber colour, it makes you feel guilty even if you haven't done anything. He's got those puppy dog eyes that forced me to fall in love with him. And I obeyed. I couldn't be happier.

Anyway, Louis was crying because of all the supportive messages he was getting, and for a guy who gets hate mail everyday, he felt like he was the most important person in the world. God love him. It was so cute, but I still felt a little bad. But now he's really happy as well, especially with the wedding coming up and everything.

***

It's May 5th, 2015. Today's the day.

The beach is all set up, candles, chairs.. I don't know a lot about decorating, but it's beautiful. Oh, lights on the trees! Louis and I had everything planned out from day one. We talked about this for ages, then spent endless days planning it. Now it's here, and I'm waiting for my Louis to come.

"Are you nervous, mate?"

"No, Ni, Im fine."

"You'll be fine, Haz-"

"Shut up, he's coming!"

I stare at the arch of flowers that we had set up by the last row of chairs as I chew on the inside of my cheek. I've been waiting for this for my entire life. Now it's finally happening.

The pianist plays that romantic little tune, my heart beating so fast I think I'm going to explode or something. The sun is setting, it's the perfect time of day to do this.

I wait anxiously to see my baby, a huge grin on my face. He slowly steps into everyones view, his eyes locked on mine. My grin slowly fades as I stare at him, a shy smile replacing it. He walks towards me slowly, his mum at his side until he gets close enough to me and takes my hands instead. I rub my thumbs over the backs of his hands, pulling him slightly closer to me.

Oh my god. He's so charming.. Usually I wouldn't say that about him, he'd say that about me. But I can't lie, he's very handsome. He had his hair pulled up in a little quiff, in his suit: a red pocket handkerchief with little white flowers.. He looks so damn good in red. Let's see if I can find a word to describe him.

"You look stunning, Louis.." I whisper with a small grin. A small blush appears on his cheeks as he speaks.

"And you look enchanting." He says. Well, that beats my word..

"Enchanting? I haven't heard that one before.." I chuckle. I shift our hands so our fingers are intertwined, grinning even wider at him, my dimples clearly visible.

"I was saving it for today. I'm so happy, Harry.. Thank you." His sweet little smile makes me want to just attack him with cuddles, but I know I can't. Not yet anyway.

"You're welcome, my love. Anything for you."

I notice the older man with the white hair staring at us along with the crowd, everyone silent and waiting for us to answer the man.

"Do you?" The man asks. I furrow my eyebrows at him.

"Do I what, sir?" I can hear my mum quietly groaning at my stupitidy. The man just chuckles.

"Do you take Louis William Tomlinson to be your lawfully wedded husband?" He asks. My cheeks heat up. Shit, I should've been listening..

"I do." I say with a quick nod of my head. The crowd laughs quietly. I grin at them then look back at my groom.

"And do you, Louis, take Harold Edward Styles to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do." I notice him tear up a little so I move my thumb up and wipe his eyes. It's okay to cry today.

"I now pronounce you, husbands. You may ki- oh."

By the time he got through the first sentence, I was already pulling Louis closer to me and pressing my lips to his firmly. My arms around his waist, Louis' arms around my neck, neither of us wanting to move. I don't even pay attention to the crowd around us, cheering. All I want is my baby. My husband. My Louis.

***

"We would like to start our evening off with the new couples dance." Zayn says into the mic. I grin and stand up, taking Louis' hand in mine as we walk to the middle of the party. I take one of his hands in mine, the other resting on his hip. I wait until his arm is around my neck, then wait for the music.

Our mums chose our wedding song together. How Do I Live Without You by Leann Rimes. I must say, they did a really good job.

"Harry?" I hear Louis whisper. I lean my forehead against his, our eyes still closed.

"Yes, Lou?" I ask softly.

"I love you. I never thought that I would find someone, and here you are. You're so beautiful. You look the same as the day I met you, you changed a bit, but you still have that quirky personality, and your eyes. I love your eyes." He says.

I tear up this time. I lean my head closer to him and kiss him softly. My hand that was holding his, now holding his hip as well.

"You better believe me when I tell you you're perfect." I mumble.