welcome to the first honeymoon chapter!

song in the media is for the last half of the chap. <3

—-

the one thing louis didn't miss about england was the weather.

it was so complex at times. it could be cloudy and muggy out, rainy, or sunny. sometimes all in the same week. at least that's how he remembered it.

they've done a lot of nothing, which was actually really lovely. they landed in london ten hours after they boarded the plane and decided to get food and go to sleep to start their honeymoon on the right track. mainly because when they got home to grab their things, harry pinned his husband over the bed, pushed his panties to the side and fucked him right in his reception dress. it's ironic that white is the color for purity at weddings when his boy is not pure at all. he is quite the little deviant.

louis was very satiated from the quick dicking and slept the entire plane ride with the arm rest between their seats folded up so that he could cuddle with his husband. it's going to take some time to grasp the fact that it's official. they're husbands.

their plan was to spend a few days in london so that they could tour the city and visit gemma so that harry could spend time with his sister and louis could actually bond with her, addy and kip. and then after they leave, they're aiming for france, backtracking to the bahamas, and to new york. judging by flights and how much time they have, harry said they can go to one more place after new york. he's letting louis choose again, but he has plenty of time to come up with something.

louis loved viewing new places (and old), he loved learning the history behind certain areas and was definitely eager to try the food. he loved taking pictures of places he's been to. he told harry he wanted to take a trip at least once a year. they could plan it, save for it (even though they really don't have to) and go. anywhere. it didn't matter. he wanted to travel the world with the love of his life and for god's sake, harry will do anything that man asks.

louis swung their intertwined hands between them as they strolled down an alley of shops. "what kind of stuff is addy into now?"

"monster trucks and legos."

"atta girl. i'll find her the coolest one in the history of trucks."

harry grinned and followed along. he wasn't even sure where they were going at this point.

they stopped at a diner and grabbed lunch before going on a small shopping spree. harry was immediately interested in the record store that was across the street from their food spot and asked if they could go.

louis' stomach flipped with excitement and said, "of course we can go."

after they ate, they crossed the street to the shop with the weird name. harry held the door open for him and put his hand on the small of his back for guidance. the cashier greeted them with a smile and said to let them know if they had any questions about anything.

they browsed through vinyls for harry's record player. harry snagged a david bowie one and louis picked out an amy winehouse one. harry was quite impressed with his find and praised him with a temple kiss.

louis took a deeper look into the store. it was almost a replica. it stood out to him. not like a sore thumb, but like another sign.

harry was in love with this little place. he was in awe at the collections of records, cd's, and even the variety of guitar picks they had. he walked over to louis like an excited child with a handful of them, pointing out why he liked this one and that one. louis' personal favorite was the purple one.

"they have clothes," louis informed and pointed to a shirt rack in the back corner.

"don't tempt me."

"do it."

harry passed his guitar picks over and skipped over to the shirts.

louis walked up to the cashier with a shy smile. "is this your store?"

"kind of. it's my dad's, but it'll be passed onto me when he passes," the cashier, who had a nametag that read lyric on her shirt, shrugged. she had lavender hair that was tied into space buns, soft blue eyes and a septum piercing.

"can i ask how long it's been running?"

lyric tapped her fingers in thought. "eight years."

"really? wow," louis said in awe. "i was just curious. my husband has been wanting to run a store of his own for a while now."

"it's easier than you think, really. dad said the hard part was getting everything notarized and put together. but we have people in here all the time," lyric hummed. "you just have to put yourself out there, y'know? we have posh stores around us, and we look like a jagged little rinky dink place. but it's better than you'd expect."

"it's precious," louis told her, glancing around.

"thank you," lyric grinned, braces on the top and bottom rows of her teeth revealed. she grabbed a business card and passed it over. "if he has any questions about opening it up, i bet my old man could answer them for him."

louis chewed on his lip and clutched the guitar picks in his hand a little tighter. he took the card and thanked her before excusing himself to find his partner.

harry held up a fleetwood mac shirt and a jimi hendrix one. "pick."

"both."

"i love you."

louis giggled and adjusted the vinyls in his arm. "you're having the time of your life right now, aren't you?"

"absolutely. i'm experiencing my own little dream," harry hummed. "this is literally how i wanted rhapsody to be. exactly like this. it's almost terrifying."

"i like it," louis said quietly, admiring the way harry took his time sorting through merchandise.

harry grabbed a tee shirt that looked like it had marilyn monroe on it. he inspected it, glanced down at louis' small frame, and threw the shirt over his arm. "ready?"

"if you are, yes."

when they got to the register, louis waited patiently for harry to finish paying for his items. he took a final look at the store when his eyes landed on a hoodie that was on a completely different rack.

he stepped away from harry and walked to the rack to examine the hoodie even further. he checked the size, eyes almost instantly watering. he doesn't have this sweatshirt yet. he would know, because he's seen his entire wardrobe.

louis snagged the brand new the neighbourhood article and sucked in a deep breath before returning to the counter. he paid for the hoodie with glossy eyes and thanked lyric for everything before following harry out, trying his best to avoid his concerned gaze.

"lou."

louis cleared his throat and clutched the bag in his hand. "mm?"

"are you okay?"

louis pulled the hoodie out of the bag and showed his husband. it was a baby pink color with the band's upside down house logo in white.

"zayn's favorite band," he murmured. "i had to get it for when he comes home."

harry smiled sadly and wrapped his arm around the boy's shoulders. he pressed a tender kiss to the top of his head. "you're such a good friend, you know?"

louis sniffled and nodded again. "i hope he's okay."

"he's zayn. he'll be okay."

louis bit his cheek and put the hoodie back in the bag from the shop before letting out a shaky breath. "he hid it pretty good. usually i can tell...i guess i've just been too focused on our day that i didn't notice anything different about him."

"he didn't want to ruin the wedding. he knew how much it meant to you for him to be there and be part of it. that's why he waited," harry told him as they walked down the sidewalk. their footsteps were in sync as they travelled slowly. "he was sober for the rehearsals and the wedding. he said he hadn't used in six days. today would be seven."

louis swallowed thick. "i just- i should have seen the signs, h."

"you're not a mind reader, bunny. zayn masks his emotions pretty well from what i can see and i've known him for over two years. he knows he messed up. that's what ate at him."

the smaller man sighed heavily and laid his head on harry's shoulder when the man lowered his arm to lay behind his back. the pair continued to go in silence until harry asked if louis wanted to go look at another store they had in the strip.

they went back to the hotel after their spree and took a much needed nap. then around six, louis opted for a shower with his husband, where said husband offered him kisses to his nose and pampered him.

it's still hard to believe that yesterday was their big day. it will always, always be hard to believe.

"think tonight we should just stay in," louis said softly while harry rubbed his body with a soap covered loofah.

"i think that's a good idea. do you want to get room service or go get food and come back?"

louis hummed in thought. "let's try room service."

"wanna watch the telly or use my laptop?"

"either is fine. i really just wanna cuddle and finish my assignments."

harry stopped washing his body then. "you brought your schoolwork?"

"i can't just delay college for a month, h. they gave me the week off for the wedding because i did double the assignments to make up for it. i gotta get back into the groove."

harry pouted but nodded anyways. "just don't want you to overwork yourself while we're not home, is all. you deserve a happy honeymoon."

"i'm happy anywhere you are."

—-

their week has flown by with lots of food, lots of sleep, and surprisingly enough, no sex.

well, that's a partial lie. louis was trying to put off his schoolwork but harry reminded him that he needed to do it because it's his second to last semester and he's on a very tight time crunch to get everything done. he promised to eat him out if he did it.

louis never finished an assignment so fast.

they have three days before they leave for france. and these three days will be spent with kip, gemma, and addy. there's already a room cleared out for them at gemma's and the newlyweds have been informed that their niece is quite ecstatic to see them again.

louis found addy the sickest monster truck.

it's yellow. and it has butterflies on it.

he sent a picture of it to gemma, who told him that it was the cutest truck in the history of trucks and that she would love it. she might even make him play trucks with her, and that was a-okay.

"what's addy's real name?" louis asked.

"adelaide."

"pretty," the smaller man hummed.

"her middle name is harper. she's kind of named after me," harry said with a bit of pride.

louis grinned up at him. "that's so sweet. she was all over you at the reception."

"she's my little buddy. i hadn't seen them since the summer you came to me but we always facetimed and sent packages back and forth. gemma's been really busy with work and addy's been in daycare so she's set on this strict routine."

"she's almost five, right?"

"i think so. if she's not five already, then she's four about to turn five. i don't know. kids are demonic creatures and age does not exist with them. we'll just say she's immortal."

louis snickered. "okay. what kind of food does she like?"

"i bet you could put emma in front of her and she'd try to eat her."

"so she's definitely a foodie."

"she loves food. even does a little happy dance when she gets dinner. i've seen it."

louis decided to make her a big gift bag with snacks, her monster truck, legos, some shirts, and coloring books. she's a kid, and it's not hard to please a small child. harry threw some special touches in there with different candies and a stuffed cat that he saw on the shelf at the market.

at gemma's, they were greeted by a tiny human who decided that running away from her father and standing at the end of the driveway by herself was a good idea. she waited very patiently until harry got out of the car. then she let out the loudest scream that anyone else would mistake as her being abducted or hurt. really, she was just excited and couldn't help it.

adelaide ran up to her uncle, who scooped her up and spun her around before giving her a hug. she clung to him like a lifeline with her arms around her neck and her little bunny slipper covered feet at his sides.

harry peppered the side of her face in kisses, smiling when the toddler bursted into giggles. she wiggled around once louis came into view. she released harry's neck and reached for louis, who was surprised that she wanted him.

"hi," louis cooed. he accepted the hug that she offered and carried her on his hip. harry brought the gift bags in while louis brought their niece.

"she had been standing on the porch for ten minutes before you pulled in," kip said with a chuckle.

louis smiled and pinched addy's cheek between his fingers. "you excited to see uncle harry?"

addy nodded, curls bouncing wildly. when they made it in safe, kip took their presents while harry yelled across the house that he was going to destroy everything in sight if his big sister did not show her face in the next ten seconds.

he waited for gemma to show, but she never did. he felt something hit the side of his neck. he immediately hissed and whipped his head to the left, where his sister was holding up a rubber band around her thumb and index finger right around the corner.

"still got good aim," gemma smirked.

harry picked up the folded piece of paper that had landed on the floor. "hornets, gem?"

"only for you, brother dearest." gemma put the rubber band around her wrist and came downstairs. she hugged louis first. "hi, love."

"hi," louis chuckled. "he looks like he's going to rip your head off."

"he's just mad i can play his games better than he can." gemma moved to hug her sibling and flicked the red spot on his neck from where she shot him. "crybaby."

"you're a mean sister."

"so you've told me."

louis looked down at addy. "guess what?"

"what?"

"i found you a truck."

addy gasped. "you did?"

"uh huh. uncle harry told me you like monster trucks so i got you a really pretty one. wanna see?"

"yes!" addy wiggled in his arms, so louis put her down. she grabbed his hand and made him follow her to the kitchen, where kip had put the gift bags.

"daddy, uncle lou got me a truck!"

"did he now?" kip grinned down at his daughter. "well, where is it?"

louis pointed to adelaide's sparkly gift bag. "stuff from harry is in there, too."

"alright. we might as well open all of them then. gem! stop fighting your brother and come here for a second!"

louis jumped at the thud that could be heard in the next room. harry yelped and was begging for gemma to get off of him in between breaths and laughter. so he poked his head around the corner to see the oldest sibling trapping the younger sibling under her by sitting on him and punching him in the chest.

looking back at kip, he said, "i think they get along just great, don't you?"

"she hasn't seen him in years. he's in for it."

"addy!" harry yelled. "addy! help!"

louis stepped out of the way when addy ran right past him. he almost didn't notice her.

"mummy!" addy shrieked. "leave him alone or i'll have to get bailey!"

gemma then froze in horror.

harry panted for breath as he grabbed gemma's wrists and sat up. while gemma was trying to get away from his tight grasp, harry wrapped his legs around her and held her tight while giving her a noogie.

"fuck! no!" gemma groaned and said, "louis! you're about to have a dead husband!"

"wouldn't be the first," harry grunted. he cackled at his sister's gasp.

louis tapped addy's shoulder and asked softly, "who is bailey?"

eyes lighting up, addy looked back at her dad. "can we get bailey out?"

"no! do not get bailey!" gemma wailed.

"get her! get her!" harry said, smirking. "lay her right on gemma's face."

"no, no, no-"

"i've got her, she can't get away. hurry, addy! go get bailey!"

louis followed addy and kip to a room down the hall. he leaned against the doorway, trying to hide his laughter when harry and his sister continued to bicker from the living room floor.

kip reached into a small tank and pulled out a fuzzy little thing. slowly, he stepped to louis and said, "this is bailey."

"oh my," louis wheezed at the tarantula in his brother-in-law's hands. "she's uh...big."

"this is the biggest she will get. she's a sweetheart. addy loves her."

"she's mine," addy said proudly, smiling bright. "mummy hates her. she hates spiders. i think they're cool."

"bailey's cool," louis agreed. "she's not my thing, but she's pretty."

"she's the ugliest fricking thing i have ever-" gemma's voice was muffled within seconds.

louis walked out of the room to see harry covering his sister's mouth with his hand, limbs still wrapped around her. gemma was still talking behind his hand too, making the younger sibling laugh.

harry's eyes lit up when addy came back holding her pet. "bailey!"

gemma shook her head at her daughter.

"let me see her." harry held his free hand out.

"haz," louis pursed his lips. "i think gemma's gonna kill you in your sleep."

harry shrugged. he accepted the arachnid and kept his arm out so that bailey wasn't right in gemma's face. she wasn't afraid of them. she just thought they were gross and creepy looking.

"are you gonna be nice to me?" harry asked his sister. he slowly retracted his arm, making bailey come closer.

gemma nodded furiously.

"promise?"

gemma's words were still muffled, so harry moved his hand to let her speak.

"i will be so nice to you that it makes your soul hurt. please get that thing away from me."

"she's so cute!" harry protested. "look at her! she's just a baby, gem. she's not harmful at all."

"weren't you afraid of giraffes?"

"i was about to ask the same thing," louis chuckled, watching amusedly.

"not anymore. my hubby helped me get over my giraffe fear years ago." harry smiled down at bailey. "it's okay, bay. gemma's just a wimp."

"fuck you-" gemma tensed when harry waved the tarantula in front of her face.

"thought you were gonna be nice, gem?"

"adelaide. please take bailey back to her room," gemma groaned. "you can play with her later."

harry turned his hand over when bailey started walking on him. instead of being in his palm, she was now standing on the top of his hand.

addy took her pet carefully and requested for louis to follow her, so the blue eyed man saluted the two on the floor and walked behind the kid.

harry released his sister and kissed her cheek. "oh, how i missed you."

"i think i'm ready for you to leave now."

"you love me."

"unfortunately."

louis returned with a child on his back. both of them were giggling over something, but louis' face was blood red.

"can i get my truck now?"

"yes," kip hummed. "go sit down and i'll get it."

addy requested that both of her uncles sit with her. she and louis sat on the loveseat together and harry sat on the floor in front of them, head between louis' knees.

"hazzy."

"addy."

"will you play princesses with me later?"

"of course!" harry smiled up at the little girl.

"'kay. you're the prince. i'm the dragon. uncle lou is the princess, 'cause he wore a princess dress and was pretty."

louis bit his lip and smiled.

"uncle lou is pretty, isn't he?" harry looked up at his husband with soft eyes. "i think he's beautiful."

his niece nodded in agreement and bounced in her seat when her father handed her gift bag over.

"thing's bigger than you, kid, set it on the floor and open it," kip chuckled. "don't hit harry with anything."

"i won't." adelaide pulled the tissue paper out of the top of the bag and gasped at everything inside. "wow!"

"she reminds me of you," louis murmured down to harry.

harry nodded proudly and helped his niece open her gifts up. he showed her what her new shirts looked like and even told her that he picked out her cat, which made her very excited.

she was even more excited about her monster truck, telling louis that she didn't have this one and that she loved it.

she hugged both of her uncles and thanked them many times, unable to stop smiling. she loved her cat and her monster truck and promised that she would color with them in her new coloring books.

gemma was happy with her new pajamas, fuzzy slippers and chocolates. kip got his very own coffee maker since he and gemma both use it at inconvenient times. gemma's gift was from louis, kip's was from harry.

gemma and harry tag-teamed on making dinner for everyone. even though the eldest styles insisted that her brother relax and hang out with addy, harry argued back that it's been a while since he's been able to do this kind of thing so he had to do it while he had the opportunity.

through the doorway, louis could see the two of them passing things back and forth like ingredients and utensils. adelaide was in front of him, laying on her tummy as she filled in her new coloring book. for a small child, she's very detail-oriented. she colors in the lines and makes her pictures look so pretty. she and zayn would get along great. he loved to color when he went to rehab the first time. that was his coping mechanism for a while when he got released, and it just became a hobby.

he misses him. he needs to text niall and check in on how they're doing. they're in california, still having to deal with their day to day lives while missing one of their key pieces. niall's probably going batshit crazy. liam is probably trying to comfort him while handling his own feelings. it's going to take a huge toll on everyone but when zayn gets back and he's better, confident in his sobriety and back to his old lovely self, everything will be fine.

when zayn told him he had slipped, louis was not surprised. he was, but wasn't. yes, because his best friend had gone so long without using, but also no, because he's an addict. addicts have slips. they relapse, they get that fix, and either go back down that road or realize that was exactly why they stopped doing it in the first place.

with tears in his eyes on his wedding day, he told him that a new sobriety date was better than a headstone date. he would rather have zayn in a facility where he gets the help he needs rather than in a casket at 24 years old. he still has a long life ahead of him if he stays off of the drugs. drugs don't discriminate. they don't care about age, race, or sex. drugs are drugs. they're a very special kind of demon.

"i like your dinosaur."

louis blinked out of his trance and looked down at his sheet. "thank you. your dinosaur is pretty cool."

"i think i'm gonna make her blue."

"yeah?"

"uh huh. and her horns will be pink."

"wicked. what about her spots?"

addy kicked her raised feet. "yellow."

"pretty. i think mine's just gonna be orange."

"like the baby?"

louis hummed in thought. the baby dinosaur on his page was already orange. "yeah, so they can match their mum."

loud laughter erupted from the kitchen, catching both of them off guard. louis looked over again and saw harry sitting on the counter with a glass of wine by his leg and gemma wiping her shirt with a paper towel.

"damn it, harry!"

"i'm all the way over here, don't blame me!"

gemma groaned and threw her napkin in the trash. "get out of my kitchen, you ass."

"fine. i hope it pops on you again." harry grabbed his wine and hopped down. "i'm gonna go color."

"bye."

harry took a seat beside louis and kissed his head. "having fun?"

"mhm. look." louis showed his dinosaurs off proudly.

"aw, they're matching. how cute," harry cooed. he gasped at addy's picture. "holy shit, ads, you color better than i can."

"i know."

louis snorted and picked up a pink crayon to fill in some flowers. "well then."

harry looked through the stack of coloring books and picked out a page he liked. he laid on his stomach like the other two and joined in on the coloring group, making small talk with his niece by asking how she liked school and if she made any more friends. he showed her pictures of shark and emma, and louis showed her a picture of his mum's cat cleo. apparently cats are her favorite animal. louis learned that real quick.

after dinner, addy had to take her nightly bath, so louis and harry cleaned up the kitchen while gemma got the littlest one ready for the night. kip tried to tell them to shoo, but louis only filled a glass of wine up, handed it to him, and told him to go away. they're family. they're allowed to do that kind of thing.

while helping clean, louis called niall to check in on him. it was weird being in a different timezone than his friends. it's noon back home and eight at night where he is.

niall was quite happy to hear from him. he showed off the cats, who were hanging out with liam. shark was on his lap and emma was around his shoulders just hanging out while he played his game.

"hi babies!" the smaller man beamed. "hazza, look. babies!"

"hi, kittos," harry cooed. "are they being good? do i need to tie them to the ceiling fan?"

"they're being perfect little angels. emma has not left liam's side. shark thinks that sonic is a toy, so i had to separate them, but he's been good."

"i miss sonic. he's gotten so big."

"he really has. he's a fat little fucker. but he's cute, so it's okay. zayn was so worried about him and begged me not to accidentally kill him."

"he'll be just fine. any animal in your care survives somehow," louis smirked.

they talked for about twenty more minutes before niall had to go because his phone was going to die, but the irish man promised pictures and another phone call soon. he gave louis the number to zayn's rehab so that he knew what to look out for in case he got a random call. he's hoping for a call soon. even if he's supposed to be on his honeymoon, that's his best friend. he would drop everything in the world for him and they all knew it.

they played princesses with addy as promised. she was a very chaotic dragon, making sure to let them know she was after the princess and would do anything in her power to take him away. it took a lot of energy out of harry because she was hyper and bouncing all over the place, but he rescued his princess. the dragon was slayed, the princess was saved, and they lived happily ever after.

playing princesses must have killed all of that energy, because addy was knocked out cold by ten. she was curled up to harry's side on the couch, dressed in her scooby-doo pajamas and her hand stuck in her uncle's hair. the five of them were watching a movie together to wind down. louis himself was getting a bit sleepy.

"i'll put her in her bed."

"she's fine," harry murmured so that he wouldn't wake her. "i'll take her up."

"you sure?"

nodding, harry carefully untangled the tiny hand from his head and held his niece close. "does she still sleep with teddy?"

"yep. he should be by her pillows," gemma said. "if he isn't, check under her bed. she drops him in her sleep sometimes."

harry picked the sleeping child up with ease and carried her close to his chest. she stirred a bit and nuzzled her head into his shoulder silently.

"i got you, kiddo," harry whispered. he told the rest of them he'd be back, and disappeared upstairs.

gemma caught onto the soft look on louis' face. "are you thinking what i'm thinking?"

"yup."

harry returned downstairs by himself. he went to the kitchen and returned with a cup of water and held his closed fist out to louis. he dropped a pill in his open hand, gave him the cup, and kissed the top of his head.

louis checked his phone and saw it was time to take his meds already. he didn't even realize it. he forgot he even packed them. harry must have remembered. thankfully one of them have their heads screwed on right.

"got your other one ready for the morning, too," harry told him. "i set an alarm."

after swallowing his pill down, louis cuddled up to his side. "thank you. you're the best."

"only for you."

the gag from their right made louis smile to himself. harry really was the best, regardless of what his sister thought.

"you're just jealous," harry scoffed.

"sure, bub. whatever you say."

—-

"i'm really, really freaking drunk."

harry barked out a laugh at his husband, who continued to drink the remaining alcohol that was in his cup. he wouldn't say it out loud but drunk louis was one of his favorites. he was always bubbly, giggly, and super sweet. he was like his regular self but ten times nicer.

louis' eyebrows furrowed. "what?"

"you. you're so cute."

the smaller man took his cup from him. "i'll drink to that."

harry cupped his hand under louis' jaw to keep his head up. "are you having fun?"

louis hummed out an 'mhm' before leaning into his touch. "it's hot. are you hot? wait. you are hot. fuck. nevermind."

harry smiled and said, "we need to get some water in you."

"me? you drank so much! this is only my...my-" louis counted on his fingers and held up four. "fourth drink."

"that one was mine until a pretty little rabbit stole it. so five."

louis stuck his thumb out. "five drink."

"and you had a beer when we first got in."

"so what, like, five and a half?"

"yeah."

louis hummed. "you're five and a half."

"am i?"

the smaller man snorted. "no. you're-" he held his hands out a fair distance from one another. he narrowed his eyes down at his partner's jeans, tipped his head to the side, and spread his hands out more. "something like that."

harry opened his backpack and grabbed one of the water bottles he packed for the event. he uncapped it and held it to his husband's lips. "slow."

he held louis' waist with his free hand as he gave him the water. "good?"

"'m good," louis said after swallowing. "you're so pretty."

"you are."

louis shook his head. "you. you're pretty. so, so pretty. just wanna eat you."

"you wanna eat me?"

"uh huh."

"well, what if i said i wanna eat you?"

"wanna?" louis quirked a brow. "'cause we can go, y'know."

"lou!" harry snickered. he forgets louis can be a sexual drunk. "shh!"

"you shh!" louis poked his chest with the hand that wasn't holding his cup. "don't shush me, mister."

"i'm sorry," harry cooed. "i didn't mean like actually shut up."

"good, 'cause i wasn't going to." louis smiled up at him and added, "'cause you can't make me."

"oh really?"

"mhm."

"says who?"

"louis."

"i see. and louis knows that he's not the one in charge, right?"

"as if," louis scoffed. "louis is king of the world."

"king of my world."

the drunk man squeaked ever so slightly. in the dark, with the only lighting surrounding them being from the stage and outside lights, harry could still see that he was blushing like mad.

"stop," louis whined. "you're so cheesy."

"you love it."

louis took another sip of water and shrugged. "you're not wrong."

the festival has been pretty nice so far. gemma had told harry about it when they made the plans to come in. it was an outside event at a stadium, and different rock bands were playing. the wristbands were cheap, the alcohol was good, and harry already knows that the trip back home is going to be quite an adventure. he and louis have both drank quite a bit. he's not as drunk as louis, but will definitely get there soon. there's still about four more bands to go.

"hey."

"hey."

louis tipped his head back and puckered his lips. "kissy."

harry dipped down and kissed him sweetly. "you're so cute."

"i know. thank you."

"you're welcome. this shirt looks good on you." harry tugged at the hem of the marilyn monroe shirt that he had bought for him.

"wanna take it off?"

"later."

"heard that." louis spun around and pointed at one of the guitarists on the stage. "i love her outfit. leather pants? fuck yeah."

he turned his head back to look at harry. "should i get some?"

"duh."

louis cracked a grin. "buy them and i'll wear them."

"you got it."

halfway into the next band, harry was holding louis on his shoulders so that the smaller man could try to take some pictures. it was amusing to see him holding another vodka redbull in one hand and trying to stabilize his phone with the other without spilling his drink on himself. louis knew this band. he was singing his little heart out, giggling to himself after every verse.

"are you sure 'm not hurting you?" louis looked down at his husband.

"i'm sure, baby. keep taking pictures for us."

"you promise?"

harry tilted his head back a little more. "i promise. you're really light and your thighs are keeping me warm."

louis smirked down at him.

"don't you dare."

"you can use them as earmuffs whenever you want."

harry's eyes fluttered shut. he tightened his grip on louis' legs and said, "i don't know if i'm going to survive the rest of the night."

louis was back on stable ground by the time the next group came out. he was still self conscious about hurting his partner's shoulders and had requested to be put down before he broke him. harry silenced his worries with kisses to the top of his head and gentle rubs to his hips. he had nothing to worry about.

"i have to pee," louis anounced. "please walk with me so i don't get kidnapped or die."

"that was gonna be the plan." harry grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder. he let louis swing their arms between them as they searched for a restroom.

"can we go to more of these back home?" louis asked softly. "i've always loved this kind of thing but zaynie and i could never really go."

"we can go to any concert you want, lovely. just let me know when it is."

"'kay. i wanna take zayn to some."

"zayn can come too."

"i miss him."

harry frowned. "i know, bubba."

"i hope he's okay. i still haven't heard from him."

"he's probably still trying to settle in. or he knows you're on your honeymoon and he doesn't want to call while you're across the world."

"he can..." louis voice softened. "i want him to. i wanna tell him that we almost tortured gemma with a tarantula. he'd laugh so hard. and i wanna tell him about that record store and his hoodie. i just-"

harry stopped walking and pulled him to his side.

"i'm proud of him for going but i'm also mad that it's happened," the drunk man confessed. "any other time he's had a slip, he told me. and he didn't tell me about this one. is that supposed to mean something? am i not his trusted person anymore?"

"you are," harry said. "lou, you come before anybody else in zayn's world. you are his best friend. best friend. he didn't want you to be upset because we were days away from the wedding and he wanted to celebrate your big day with you."

louis laid his cheek on his lover's shoulder.

"he'll be home soon." harry kissed the top of his head. "think of it like a little vacation."

"yeah." louis sighed. "he's on vacay."

"except he doesn't get any cool souvenirs."

"that's tragic. we really need to bring him some."

"we can. we still have plenty of places to go."

the line was very short for the restrooms, so louis was quick. he grabbed a cigarette from the pack in harry's pocket and lit it, tucking himself back under the man's arm.

"are you having fun, though?"

"lots," louis hummed. he tipped his head up and kissed harry's cheek. "always have fun with you. you make me so happy."

harry smiled wide. "you make me happy, too."

they managed to find a spot closer to the stage because one of harry's liked bands were playing next. louis had listened to a lot of their music because of niall, since he had taken zayn to see them in concert before. zayn said it was a hell of a show.

the alcohol had worn off slowly, but louis was still feeling it. he felt more floaty than anything. he had gotten compliments on his outfit by plenty of people. harry just had to back them up by adding in, "yeah, my husband's pretty hot, isn't he?" and some of the girls were absolutely gushing over it.

harry had his back to louis' chest and an arm draped over his shoulder. louis was holding his hand with both of his own as they slowly swayed from side to side while shinedown played one of their classics, i'll follow you. people in the crowd had their lighters or phone flashlights in the air, making louis want to pull his own out, but with his luck he'd accidentally set something on fire.

harry was singing along loud and proud, giving louis gentle touches like kisses to the back of his head, soft strokes to his shoulder, or even light squeezes. it wasn't the alcohol that was making him floaty at this point. it was his husband.

"i don't care if we fall from grace," harry sang out, and leaned down to press a kiss to louis' shoulder. "i'll follow you down."

louis listened to his husband's voice with shut eyes and the tiniest smile on his face. he was too good for him, really.

by the end of the concert, louis' feet were hurting, his tummy was rumbling, and he wouldn't shut up about how excited he was to have harry as his husband. he had two more drinks and it started everything back up. though now he's actually just sleepy and cuddly. all of that energy got wiped out very quickly. this version of drunk louis was one that harry had met before, the shy, lovey dovey, cuddly drunk louis.

"are we going back to gem's?"

"we are. she's meeting us wherever we decide to get food at 'cause she's hungry too."

"maccas," louis mumbled. "it's late."

"there's one maybe a fifteen minute walk from here." harry made louis put the backpack on and crouched down. "come on."

"i can walk."

"nope. your feet hurt. i'll carry you."

louis climbed on his back once more and giggled to himself when harry adjusted him, making him bounce a little higher up. he looped his arms around his shoulders and said, "best husband ever."

"i have to be, or else someone may try to steal you. and then i'd have to bring blackwater harry back because, well, they'd have to die."

"nobody's ever gonna steal me. i won't let them."

"that's what i like to hear."

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