"You still give me the same butterflies I got when I first saw you", Harry said softly and stroked a strand out of his friend's hair. "You act like we've been together for many years," Louis quipped, opening his eyes and seeing him the green emeralds that shone especially in the golden hour of the afternoon.

"That's what it feels like," Harry grinned, leaning toward Louis some more.

"Mmm," the younger man grumbled, closing his eyes. He didn't want to talk so much as just enjoy the grass warmed by the sun, the last rays of the day and the closeness of his boyfriend.

Without words.

Harry had to pout about it. Actually, he wanted to talk to Louis a little more, about what he was feeling and finally get the words out so he could take the little box out of his back pants pocket and not push it into his buttcheek any longer.

"Lou, could you at least give me your attention? Please?" the curly-haired man pleaded, making a pout.

Instead of saying something in response to his friend's question, he just chuckled and held out his hand.

"Honey, you're incredible clumsy. I've already seen the ring three times today. You can just put it on me and give me a kiss. How about that?"

Harry couldn't help it, was not angry with Louis and lightly pinched his cheek.

"Louis, you are an idiot."

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