Harry sips the champagne in front of him, adjusting his bland suit. After being with Louis for so long, almost two years now, it's difficult for him to be in confined outfits. He likes letting himself breathe, expanding his colorful closet, and this regular black-and-white tux does nothing for him. Sure, he looks good— Louis made it a point to let him know that in the rest room— but he now finds himself valuing comfort and personal taste over impression and beauty.
"Come dance with me." A hand makes it's way into his vision, and he stares at the small palm. His eyes trail up, and innocent eyes are watching him. "It's a wedding, and you're pouting."
"I'm just thinking about us." Harry sighs, and takes his hand. He stands, and follows the ball of sunshine to the dance floor.
"Good things, I hope." Louis says as he picks a spot, and turns to face Harry. They start to sway to the soft music in the back, and Harry holds him close.
"Of course." He kisses Louis' forehead. "Would you ever want something like this?"
Louis looks around. "It wouldn't be so big."
Harry knows that. Louis has no family, and they share the same friends. It'd be a small group, but small means intimate and that's not a problem for Harry at all. "That's okay. It's a day about us, not the size of it."
Louis hums. "You want to marry me, then?"
Harry chuckles, and nods. "I do."
"Then marry me."
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"Thank you all for coming." Harry says as Louis stands by his side. The doll's wearing a baby pink tux with a small heel. His hair was freshly cut, makeup lightly dusting his face, and nails painted to match his outfit. Harry's wearing his purple one piece, designed to look like a tux and it fits his lean figure extremely well. His nails were painted in a matte black, and he has a pearl necklace around his neck. "I really do appreciate it."
The couple recently purchased a house together, thanks to the business doing so well, and they've invited the small circle of close friends and family over for a house warming party. Everyone's there: Liam, Zayn, Niall, Gemma, and Jo. Small, but quant.
"Don't start getting soft on us." Niall slurs slightly, already a little tipsy. He drank about half the alcohol everyone brought over, and Harry's shocked he's stomaching it so well. Then again, drinking is Niall's pastime.
"You better make me some good ass stew with that crockpot I got you." Gemma points at him with a serious face. "Chili would be amazing too."
"It's spring, Gemma." Liam mumbles. "That's winter food."
"It's always chili time." Harry's sister argues, and Liam finds it useless to banter with her. Zayn rubs his back subtly, but Louis notices and smiles. The doll looks at Harry, and gently motions to the little level of PDA. Harry grins at him, and does the same. That's Louis' new thing when around couples: he sees them do something cute, and he wordlessly hints at Harry to do the same to him. The man always listens because he'd never pass up a chance to show love to his beautiful butterfly.
"Uhm," Harry sits his glass of wine down in front of him, and makes space between him and Louis, "I'd like to give out my own gift."
"This is your party." Niall says dumbly, and Gemma pinches his arm. The Irish man hisses, rubs the spot, and grumbles an apology.
"This isn't for you guys," Harry laughs, "it's for Louis."
"Huh?" Louis blinks at him, and Harry motions for the doll to stand. With his nerves on high, but trust so deep in his boyfriend, Louis listens. Harry doesn't stand with him, though. Instead, he sinks to his knee and reaches under the couch cushion.
"Of course you would hide it there." Jo chuckles. Harry pulls out a small, black box. He sees Louis' blank face, but he isn't nervous like most guys would be. He knows Louis isn't accustomed to this, much like everything else, and the doll doesn't know what he's doing. Sure, he knows about marriage but Harry never explained engagement so the look Louis is giving him is nothing shocking.
"Louis," Harry says slowly and it brings his lover back to reality, "will you marry me?"
Louis' eyes widen. "Like— wedding, and all?"
"Wedding, and all." Harry laughs, and Louis jumps on his toes. The doll nods happily, and everyone coos because Louis looks a child on Christmas. Harry doesn't waist another second, he just takes the ring and puts it on Louis' finger. As he stands, Louis holds the piece of jewelry close to his heart, full on jumping now.
"Congrats!" Niall cheers, and that's all it takes for the small group to fill the house with so much cheer: claps, shouts, and screams.
"Come here, baby." Harry takes Louis' waist, and the doll jumps on him. He wraps his legs around Harry, and kisses him repeatedly. "You're stuck with me now."
"I wouldn't have it any other way." Louis giggles.
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Louis stands in front of Harry, the minister by their side to announce their marriage, and Louis is pursing his lips nervously. Harry scrunches his nose, and Louis stops to giggle.
"Harry Styles," the man standing with them says, "do you take Louis Tomlinson to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do." Harry says without missing the beat, and Louis blinks a little in confusion. Harry does the same in return, but he has no time to figure out what Louis's questioning because the minister is moving on.
"Louis Tomlinson, do you take Harry Styles to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do," Louis says, but holds up a finger to stop the applause, "but who's the wife?"
"The wife?" The minister asks, and Harry facepalms. He quietly laughs to himself. Of course he would ask that: the only wedding Louis can base this off of is the one they went to, and it was straight.
"Yes. Who's the wife? You said husband twice, I—" Harry wraps his arms around Louis, and kisses him lovingly. It stops the talking, the disruption, and allows Harry's family and friends to cheer.
"When two men marry," he whispers when Louis nudges him back for air, "there is no wife."
"Oh." The doll doesn't blush in shame or embarrassment, he's still not one for that, and nods. "Okay. I love you, husband."
Harry kisses him again. "I love you too, husband."
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Fanfiction"Honey, Im made of plastic and youre faker than me." Harry discovers his childhood doll in his late mother's attic and decides to take it home. After wishing for a better life, his doll Louis suddenly comes to life and things cant seem to get any be...
