I Write Sins... Not Tragedies (A Louis/Harry fanfic)

Part 5 *FINALE*

Harry P.O.V.

We took a short drive to a nearby club. That's where the reception was being held. Since the wedding attendance was pretty large they rented the whole place out. "The Vibe" it was called. The music was pounding and neon and strobe lights filled the place. Everyone was lounging around, dancing, and taking shots. I looked and saw Lil amongst her friends and bridesmaids dancing to the music. I looked over to the bar and there, sure enough, was Niall and Louis, drinking up a bloody storm. It made me feel guilty seeing Lou and Lil not even acknowledge each other. It was all my fault.

There first dance together was insanely awkward. They didn't even dance closely. They looked world's apart. They didn't seem like some newlyweds in love... There together half an hour and there marriage already seems completely forced.

Lillian P.O.V.

I can't even enjoy my own da*n wedding reception. That's how bad I felt about going through with this wedding. I mean I didn't want to not marry him. I just didn't want him to feel pressured into marrying me after what I did. Well he did it anyway and the moments couldn't have been more bitter-sweet. Our first dance was pretty awkward, but I only expected such. I really hope we can work this all out because if we can't... This marriage won't last near as long as I hope.

Louis P.O.V.

Niall and I are drinking like there's no tomorrow. I wouldn't be surprised if we ended up with alcohol poisoning. I felt like drinking away my problems.. So I did. Niall just, Er, did it with me. Don't know what's going on in his head, but he never passes up a good opportunity to have a few.

"So what did you say happened again?" Niall asked me. There was an absent expression on his face and a slur in his speech. He was getting tipsy.

"Lillian cheated on me with Harry." I said with some annoyance. He put his hand on his forehead and then on my shoulder.

"Tough break dude. At least you didn't marry that slut yet!" He stuttered with a hearty laugh. He really was wasted. He was getting into his delusional state. I just shrugged, laughed it off, and went back to my drinks.

Soon enough Liam came by. No drink or anything, of course. He looked at me with a concerned. Did he know about Harry and Lillian? Not that I know of.

"What's wrong?" I questioned my friend.

"You're drinking up a storm." He said worried. I sighed and told him to take a seat. He obeyed.

"Harry and Lillian have been sneaking around together." I explained. His jaw dropped. He looked pretty taken back.

"Oh." He managed to get out. I shrugged.

"I still know she's the one, I'm just questioning Hazza- I mean Harry's loyalty." I explained carful not to call him by his pet name.

"Don't give Harry all of the blame. Lil's at fault too. I say you find it in your heart to forgive both of them." He said. I nodded. I heard someone call Liam's name and realized it was Danielle calling him from the other side of the club.

"That's my queue! Niall, slow down with the alcohol. And Lou," he started to say and looked me in the eye. "Don't get too upset. It's your wedding day!" He exclaimed gleefully and then walked away.

A little later Zayn stopped by too. He was smoking a cigar. He told me not to get myself too worked up, but how can I not get worked up after getting fu*king cheated on?! I guess if I want a long happy life with Lillian I need to calm down.

Even later, more like in the early morning, I was out on the dance floor completely tearing it up. I was 150% intoxicated. I can't even imagine the horrible hangover I am going to have to endure.

I dance like a madman in he darkness amongst all of my friends. Lillian is taking shots as well, Liam is with Dani doing God knows what, Zayn is playing pool with some of our friends, Niall is sucking the face off some brunette girl... One of Lillian's friends I guess, and Harry? Well I'm not even going to bother to keep tabs of him.

Harry P.O.V.

I kind of hid myself for a while. I stayed out of Lou's sight. But now I decided it was time to confront him.

I spotted him on the floor and walked up to him expecting at least some good to come out of this conversation. He looked really drunk. Oh well. I tapped his shoulder.

"Hey man." I said as he turned around. He turned back around and ignored me. He was testing my patience.

"LOOK! I'M FU*KING SORRY, OKAY? I WAS STUPID TO HURT YOU LIKE THAT! I'M SORRY!" I shouted at him. I saw his eye well up in tears.

"I just can't believe you two would do that to ME." He uttered. I ran my fingers through my curly hair. He's right. Why the hell him?

"I can't believe myself either. Please though. Forgive me." I pleaded. He frowned.

"I don't know-" he started, but I cut him off.

"Look, Lou, you mean so much to me and I can't have you hating my guts. I think I'd kill myself. Really. I'm sorry." I said.

"I know. Which is why I'm going to forgive you." He told me and then smiled. I swear I felt my heart skip a beat. I was so indescribably happy! He was actually going to forgive me! I brought him in for a big bear hug.

"Thanks, man!" I yelled. He laughed.

"Hey, what are friends for?"