"Do I have to cook?" Harry asks, "ooo, or maybe we can go to the club, get a little drunk, and then come back here afterwards, if you know what I mean," he comes around and hangs in the bedroom doorway with a devilish smile.

Louis smirks to himself, sure that they'll get to do some of that later anyways, and steps out of the bathroom and into view.

Harry cocks his head, seeing his boyfriend dressed in jeans and a button up shirt, "You didn't change from work?" he furrows his eyebrows.

Louis looks down at his outfit and frowns, "I did. I got dressed up to take you out," he walks the younger boy into the hallway and nips at his lips, "and trust me, we'll get plenty in tonight," he can't help but let his smile show.

It makes Harry grin, "Okay," he mumbles, "I'll get changed," he rushes back into the room towards the dresser. Once he's out of sight, Louis checks his pockets frantically, making sure he has everything he needs. He does, but his chest still flutters nervously.

Harry comes back out, a new attire as well as his normal three rings. He gets led out by Louis, grinning the whole time at how special he's being treated. They don't go to a club, or out to dinner, and instead go into town. A town that's twenty minutes away from their place. A pretty, old fashioned, dimly lit and music in the road main street. It's the same one that they went to over winter break when Louis came home from university during Harry's senior year.

"This is so pretty," Harry breathes, blushing when they sit at a little table. Louis sits his untouched milkshake in between them both and sticks two straws in it. Harry looks at it for a moment, then snorts. "I hate you," he can't conceal his smile, and leans in to take a sip of the drink.

They walk around more after that, and eventually make their way down to the center of the commotion, where a band plays music that Harry knows, but Louis doesn't. Then again Louis doesn't listen to all the music that Harry does.

"Then you smiled over your shoulder, for a minute I was stone-cold sober, I pulled you closer to my chest," Harry murmurs the lyrics along to the song. Louis turns to him with a wide smile from hearing him knowing the song. Harry rolls his eyes at his boy and grins, continuing the song. "And you asked me to stay over, I said I, already told you, I think that you should get some rest," Louis laughs, and among the other people dancing and watching the artist, he grabs both of Harry's hands, swaying them side to side upbeat like they're dancing. Harry can't even keep up with the next line because of how much he's trying to contain his laughter. Seeing Louis dance is always a lovely sight.

The next line makes Louis have a heart attack, 'But I wanna stay with you, until we're grey and old' Harry tries spinning himself, but with the height difference he fails and ends up just grabbing Louis' hands again, smiling at him. "Just say you won't let go... Just say you won't let go," he sings along.

Louis feels a rush of giddiness and nerves rush through his body. He pulls Harry close, and wraps his arms around his waist. Harry beams down at him with his hands balled on his chest. "Say it, Harr," Louis smirks happily.

"Say what," Harry mumbles, lazily snaking his arms around his boyfriend's neck.

"The song. Say it," he bites his lips for a moment to conceal his grin from practically breaking his face.

Harry giggles a bit, "I won't let go," he pecks Louis lips, and then more seriously, "I mean it," he kisses his lips again, and lets his head fall on Louis' shoulder.

Now, now, now, please god, now. Perfect song, just fucking do it, he tells himself. Louis closes his eyes, breathing in and out. He squeezes Harry's side, and pulls away.

I wanna live with you, even when we're ghosts. 'Cause you were always there for me, when I needed you most.

"Harry," he says it softly, quietly, with his hand in his back pocket. Oh, god, okay. Harry has taken a little step back, confusion on his face. Then with a little laugh Louis bends down on one knee and pulls the little box out of his pocket.

Before he can even ask the question Harry yelps, "Oh my god!" he shakes his head.

Louis grins hardest he's ever grinned, "Will you marry me?" he asks.

The boy's face shows utter shock, "Is this mine?" he stammers.

Louis nods, "Yeah, babe, it is," he laughs, "will you marry me?" he asks again.

Harry shakes his head as if he had forgotten he had been asked, "Oh, god, yes, of course!" he doesn't even realize he's crying until Louis stands, puts it on his finger, and kisses him with both hands on his cheeks. Because then some people are clapping, which pulls him from his little bubble and into realization. Harry laughs into it, a laugh of surprise and happiness. "Oh my god, holy shit," he pulls away and looks at the ring. A simple thick silver band that with a thin line of pattern on the ends. A sleek elegant engagement ring, which to Harry is better than a crazy expensive and beautiful one since then you show it up with a wedding band that's always way more charming.

Louis wipes tears from under the boy's eyes and chuckles. Harry notices his hands, and grabs them in his. "You're shaking like crazy!"

"Congratulations to the newly engaged over there!" the singer nods over to them, however neither of them notice. They're too wrapped up in each other.

"That's cause I didn't know if you'd say yes," Louis cups the sides of his face and slide his fingers through Harry's growing out hair. He pecks his lips multiple times and hugs him harder than he may of ever hugged him.

Harry laughs out of joy and squeezes him back, kissing the side of his head.