FLASHBACK

"How are you feeling?"

Harry turns around, smiling nervously. "Anxious."

His friend leans on the doorway with crossed arms. "You shouldn't be. Louis isn't going to be a runaway-husband and ditch you at the altar."

The taller of the two rolled his eyes. "I know that. There's a lot of people coming and something is bound to happen." Harry fixes his tie and runs his hands down his suit jacket, his fingertips tracing through the red velvet. "God forbid anyone touches Louis."

"Ten minutes till the ceremony, Sir."

Harry was in the middle of chatting with Zayn, his best-man, when a soft melody of piano keys interrupt. He watches the audience (which included people who are allies to Harry, or just some friends he's met,) of over a hundred people rise from their seats and all turn towards the entrance of the glass dome. The woman by the piano began singing softly, her voice carrying raw emotion over everyone's heads. 

He watches as no one appeared on the aisle but his soon-to-be-husband. No ring bearer, no bridesmaids and no one to walk him down the aisle. Just him, in his elegant eternal glory. 

Louis stands at the end of the aisle with his hands clasping a bouquet of blood red roses, and a black leather gown with lace decorating the bottom as it drags on the floor. The neckline dips low, exposing his prominent collarbones and the tiniest 'H' tattoo sitting where his pulse was. The dress clings to his waist, sashays effortlessly, and Harry is left breathless. Louis refused to tell Harry a thing about his wedding gown, he only said it would be a surprise. And a beautiful surprise it was. 

Harry didn't know he was crying until he felt wetness on his cheeks. He smiles to himself, wiping his eyes with his handkerchief. And when he looks up, Louis was closer. Louis' eyes were intense, nearly suffocating. His hair was a darker shade and there was red eyeliner surrounding the blue with a thick coat of mascara and cherry painted lips.

He was only one step away when one side of his mouth quirked up in a small smirk.

Harry holds out his hand, grasping Louis'ever-so-gentlyy as his gaze falls onto the back painted fingernails and helps the man up the steps. He hands Louis' bouquet to Zayn, and Harry falls in love all over again when Louis is in front of him.

"Your divinity is everlasting."

And Louis only blushes.

The only thing Harry could think of was;

I will stay and pray with you as I need you for no one else is the one for me. I love you with every beat of my cocaine heart.

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