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Harry wakes up in the middle of the night to a pain that washes over his belly. He scrunches his nose, looking over to the clock sitting on their ugly, thrifted dresser. 1:32. The pain doesn't go away, instead turning into a tightening feeling that rolls down to his thighs, as well as the bottom of his back.

"Fuck," Harry curses under his breath, because it's time. Of course the baby would decide to announce its impending arrival in the middle of the night. He looks over at Louis, face smushed into his pillow, probably exhausted from working, and a pang of guilt hits his chest. He sighs to himself softly, but shakes Louis' shoulder gently. "Lou."

"Hm?" Louis wrinkles his nose, shifting a little under the covers. He's so cute, Harry feels even guiltier for having to wake him.

"Lou, babe," Harry urges, shaking him again. "We have to leave. Now."

"Nando's or McDonald's?" Louis mumbles. Harry sighs again.

"No, sun, the hospital," Harry says. "The baby's coming, we have to leave."

Harry doesn't think he's seen Louis sit up so fast in his entire life. "Oh my God," He chokes out, standing up out of the bed. He turns the lamp on and looks around the room frantically. "Oh my God, H, okay, um. Overnight bag's in the car. You need shoes. I need a shirt. Oh my God."

"Louis," Harry, despite how shaky and terrified he feels, laughs a little at Louis' panic-stricken words. "Breathe."

Louis obeys, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. His hands are shaky as they make their way to Harry's face, and he leans down to peck his lips. "Babe," He says softly. "Holy shit."

"I know," Harry giggles, both of them smiling at the unspoken words of "we're having a baby".

"Okay, um, let me get a shirt on, I'll grab your shoes," Louis mutters, walking over to the ugly dresser and pulling on the first shirt he can find. He grabs Harry's Vans, the only shoes still comfortable enough for him to tolerate, and helps him into them. "Okay. Shirt. Shoes. What else do we need?"

"My school bag?" Harry says. Louis stares at him. "What?"

"Hazza, you're in labour," Louis stresses, shaking his head. "You're not going to want to be doing fucking homework."

"But I have an exam in a few weeks!" Harry exclaims. Louis blinks at him, thinking about how ridiculous his husband is, but he sighs and goes to get Harry's school bag anyways. "I love youuu!" Harry calls after him.

"Yeah, yeah," Louis shouts back.

♛

"Lou?"

"No," Louis grumbles into his pillow, pressing his face into it further. His head pounds with the tequila he had last night at the rehearsal dinner. He didn't even get drunk. He can't drink like he used to. He feels a hand go through his hair, and he sighs softly. "Don't wanna."

"C'mon, babe, y've got groomsman duties to attend to." Harry's voice is soft, like he's just as tired. Louis blinks his eyes open to see Harry sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes sleepy and curls unruly. He looks really, really fucking pretty. It hits Louis harder than usual sometimes.

"Can you take my place?" Louis mumbles. Harry smiles tiredly, moving his hand from Louis' hair to his cheek to stroke it. Louis leans into the touch, preening under all of this attention. "Just pretend you're me."

"Somehow, I feel like they'll be able to tell it's me," Harry says.

"Tell them you had a big breakfast," Louis suggests. Harry giggles, and the sound makes Louis grin. "How do you feel this morning?"

"Tired," Harry says. "Achy. My back's never been this bad."

"Poor baby," Louis hums, sitting up straight and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Weddings are boring. I'm too tired for this."

"S Niall's, he'll need you to talk him out of getting high so he's not freaking out at the altar," Harry points out. Louis laughs lowly and lays back down, this time with his head in Harry's lap (well, what's left of it).

"I love you," Louis says softly. Harry's hand goes to his hair again, soft and warm and gentle. No one else feels like this, Louis thinks to himself. No one else is this soft, or warm, or gentle.

"I love you too," Harry smiles down at him, and Louis leans up to kiss Harry's belly over his jumper. Harry giggles at the gesture, and Louis lifts Harry's jumper up over his tummy to kiss it again, this time without the fabric of his jumper in the way.

"We're gonna be good for Papa today, yeah?" He says lowly, like Harry isn't even there. "We're gonna let him off easy, because it's gonna be a long day, and he deserves to have some fun at the wedding?"

"'S hopeless," Harry shakes his head, scratching lightly at Louis' scalp. It feels so good, Louis' eyelids droop a little. "Already troublemakers like you."

"Oi," Louis huffs, but he doesn't argue any further. He traces his finger along one of the long, crooked stretch marks at the bottom of Harry's bump, some of them new, some of them still there from Gracie. Louis really likes them. He knows Harry gets insecure about them, but every time Louis gets a glimpse at them his chest flutters.

There's a knock on the door downstairs, and Louis groans. "Suppose I should go let her in."

"I can do it," Harry assures. "As long as you help me stand up."

He's impossibly cute, Louis thinks as he stumbles out of bed. He grabs his glasses off the bedside table, slipping them on before helping Harry up out of bed. It's getting to the point he might be nervous to leave him home alone everyday, stuck with their hyper energy-ball of a daughter, but he's not. Gracie goes soft around Harry.

Granted, almost everyone does. But she knows Harry needs to rest and that growing babies is a lot of work, and she'll trade jumping on the sofa and running around the entire house for sitting down and doing something quiet. Even before the babies, he was the only one able to get her to be calm for a while. She would sit in his lap and snuggle with him or sit stiller than she ever had before while he painted her nails. Louis supposes, a lot of the time, Harry's the only one who can get Louis to do that as well. Be calm.

Harry leans forward and kisses Louis briefly before pinching his cheek gently. "Get dressed," He orders, but he's smiling. "Who knows how long it will take you to do your hair."

"You love when I do my hair," Louis pouts.

"I like the end product, not the incredibly long process," Harry teases, walking towards the door of the bedroom. Louis grins to himself, shaking his head and walking over to the wardrobe.

♛

It takes ten minutes to get Gracie to put on the shoes she picked out instead of her trainers, four minutes for Joe to figure out how to tie his tie (before he just lets Taylor do it) and thirty for Louis to do his hair.

When they have everything sorted, he walks into their bedroom to see Harry on his hands and knees on the floor, wearing the same dress trousers as last night and a pink blouse.

"Something about this position is familiar," Louis says.

"Shut up," Harry huffs. Louis laughs, walking over to help him stand up. Harry sighs, leaning into Louis. "Was the only position that didn't make my back hurt."

"'M sorry, bub," Louis says gently, kissing the top of Harry's head. "You know we can always leave the reception early if you're not feeling good. Everyone will understand."

"No," Harry looks up at Louis, grinning when Louis kisses his forehead. "No, I'll be okay. You can dance and drink and have fun. I'll sit. And eat. My favourite things to do these days."

Louis chuckles. "Sounds good to me," He says, and Harry rolls his eyes with a giggle. He stands up straight, turning so his back is turned to Louis.

"Can you, like, dig your hands into my back?" He asks, pointing to the small of his back. "Right there."

"Um, okay," Louis obeys, though his eyebrows are furrowed in confusion. He digs his knuckles into Harry's back, causing him to emit a soft moan of relief. Louis' eyebrows shoot up towards his hairline. "Has it always been that easy?"

"Shut up, that feels so good," Harry's shoulders un-tense. "Harder."

"I won't even make a joke about that one," Louis shakes his head, digging his knuckles in further. Harry practically slumps into him, making a satisfied noise in the back of his throat. Louis can't imagine how bad his back must feel. He knows it's a little ridiculous, but he can't help but feel guilty. He removes his hands to give Harry's hips a squeeze. "You ready to go?"

"Mhm," Harry nods. "Just need my shoes."

"Got it," Louis helps Harry sit down on the bed, getting his shoes from the closet. When he comes back, Harry's eyes are watering, and he furrows his eyebrows. "Hey, hey, what's the matter?"

"You're helping me with my shoes," Harry sniffles, and Louis gives him a small smile, though he's still clearly confused. "I didn't even have to ask you to. I love you so much."

"Probably would've been entertaining to see you try and do it yourself," Louis smirks up at Harry as he kneels onto the floor. Harry rolls his eyes with a laugh, eyes still watering. "I love you too, though."

He gets Harry's shoes on before helping him back up off the bed. He leans into Louis again with a dejected sigh, and Louis wraps an arm around him. "You gonna be okay?" He asks, and Harry nods. "Dreading this?" Harry nods again.

"Everyone's gonna look at me," He mutters into the crook of Louis' neck, sniffling.

"Because of how wonderful you look," Louis gives Harry a gentle squeeze. Harry grunts. "Babe, 's a wedding, no one's gonna be lookin' at you."

"Everyone's gonna look at me and how fat I am," Harry mumbles. "And how I can't even get up out of a chair without you helping me."

"Babe, no," Louis coos gently. "You look beautiful, and anyone who looks at you will just think about how strong and awesome you are for even attending a wedding when you're six months pregnant with twins."

"I think it's very sweet you'd make up all of that bullshit for me," Harry says, and Louis can't help but laugh. He kisses Harry's forehead before going to walk him out of the room and down the stairs.

♛

"I'm too young to get married."

"Look who you're talking to," Louis pours a glass of the champagne on the table for Niall, hoping it calms his nerves. He hands it to him, and Niall just holds it while staring at himself in the mirror. "You're gonna be fine, Ni."

"I should've brought some weed," Niall groans, pinching the bridge of his nose out of stress. "My dealer was in town, and I didn't ask him for any, but I could really use some-"

"Niall, if you showed up to your own wedding fucking stoned, Barb would kill you," Louis points out. "And then kill me for letting you."

"My palms are sweating," Niall stresses. "I'm gonna puke." Louis takes a step back from him. Niall gives him a look. "You're seriously unhelpful."

"I'm not the one you should be asking for marriage advice," Louis points out.

"Fair," Niall nods.

The door opens, and Liam walks in. "Don't worry, guys, my tie was in the car," He announces, tying it as he walks. He takes one look at Niall's red face and overall anxious demeanour, and sighs. "Should've brought some weed."

"Yes!" Niall exclaims.

"No!" Louis argues.

"Where's H?" Liam asks, furrowing his eyebrows. "'N Gracie?"

"Harry is with Taylor hanging out with the bridesmaids, because they're all doting on him," Louis rolls his eyes, shaking his head.

"Except Ashley," Liam snickers.

"Shut up," Louis laughs. Niall shoots him a confused look, and Louis shakes his head again. "I'll tell you later."

"And Gracie?" Liam questions.

"With Maura and Theo, I think. They're practicing again," Louis says. Liam walks over and pours himself a glass of champagne while Niall continues to fret, fixing his hair that doesn't even need to be fixed. "Stop touching your hair."

"I'm freaking out," Niall whines.

"Most men would be over the moon to be marrying a literal model," Liam points out, patting Niall's back. "You were carrying around her spread for ASOS for weeks to show it off."

"I know. She's beautiful. Way too pretty for me," Niall gushes, shaking his head. "People are gonna see us on the street and think 'what's she doing with that troll?'."

"I can deal with it, so can you," Louis says. Niall does laugh a little, shoulders becoming visibly less tense. "You're gonna be fine, mate. That girl is gone for you."

"Poor bird," Liam sighs, teasing.

"Don't call her that," Niall warns, giving Liam a glare. Louis puts his hand on Niall's shoulder and grabs his arm, lifting it to his champagne flute is closer to his mouth.

"Hey. Drink. Chill out," He says. Niall gives him a wary look, but obeys, taking a sip of champagne. "Being married is cool, mate, promise."

"I'm gonna cry when I read my vows," Niall sighs.

"You can't be worse than when Harry read his," Liam says, and Niall laughs. Even Louis can't help but grin. "I-I just love you so much!"

"He was eighteen," Louis defends weakly, but he laughs a little as he does. "Who wouldn't be that elated to marry me?"

"Never said they were happy tears," Liam says. Louis sticks his tongue out at him. The door opens again, this time revealing Taylor with Gracie on her hip, Harry following behind.

"Daddy!" Gracie cheers.

"Gracie!" Louis cheers back. "T, why're you carrying her? She's six."

"Because someone wouldn't stop jumping in the puddles outside in her nice shoes," Taylor gives Gracie a pointed look. Gracie just giggles. "And someone else would've killed me if I let Mr. Grumpy Pants over there carry her."

"Gracie, do you think Barb will think my hair looks good?" Niall asks her, turning to face her. Taylor sets Gracie down, and she strokes her chin as she examines Niall's hair.

"Probably," Gracie says after a moment. "She told Tayla' you were cute."

"She did," Taylor nods. "It was after a glass of champagne, though, so."

Niall blushes. Jesus. They're like thirteen year olds. "Good enough for me," He nods. Harry walks over to Louis and leans into him, closing his eyes.

"Hi," He mumbles sleepily into Louis' suit jacket.

"Hi, bub," Louis greets, wrapping an arm around him and kissing his temple. "I missed you."

"Missed you too," Harry says softly, grinning at Louis' gestures. He looks up at him, his smile softening. "You look handsome."

"Well, thank you, love," Louis leans down and pecks Harry's lips. "You look wonderful."

"Gracie, your parents are gross," Taylor wrinkles her nose.

"I know!" Gracie huffs.

"Oi!" Louis shoots Taylor a look, Harry giggling into his shoulder.

♛

Ashley is not as thrilled to be walking with Louis as she was last night. Louis doesn't blame her. She barely looks at him as they stand there, waiting for their cue to walk down the aisle.

They get it done, though, and Louis is grateful he never has to touch that girl again. He's afraid Harry's head might explode. He stands next to Liam up at the altar, hands folded in front of him as he glances over at Harry and gives him a small smile. Harry smiles back at him, sat next to Joe, who's craning his neck to watch Taylor walk with Niall's brother.

Theo walks in with the rings, which is cute, yeah, but Louis' really just waiting for Gracie. One, because that's going to be ten times cuter (he might have a bias), and two, to make sure she doesn't do anything, like start skipping down the aisle or shout something. She's Louis' daughter, so it's not completely out of the question.

She walks out in her little pink dress, a basket of flower petals in her hands. She starts to toss them onto the floor, smiling shyly as everyone coos. Louis' heart swells with pride, and he grins as she reaches the end of the aisle, going to stand in front of the bridesmaids with Theo.

Finally, Barbara walks down the aisle with her dad. She does look really nice, Louis thinks, and apparently Niall agrees, because he's tearing up already.

The minister goes through his speech, Niall and Barbara blubber through their vows, and they kiss when the minister tells them to. It wasn't as boring as Louis thought. He just wants to get to the reception so he can eat.

Once Niall and Barb walk back down the aisle to get to their limo, everyone cheering, Louis sneaks over to Gracie so he can grab Harry and get them to the reception. "Did I do good, Daddy?" Gracie squeaks as Louis grabs her hand, leading her over to Harry.

"You did wonderful, Gracie girl," He assures, giving her a soft smile. "Best flower girl I've ever seen. Don't tell Auntie Phoebe, though."

Louis walks over to Harry, holding his free hand out to him. "Hey, bub. You still feel okay?" He asks.

"I'm fine," Harry rolls his eyes when Louis asks again, smiling fondly as he lets Louis help him up. Louis sneaks a kiss to his cheek.

"Where the fuck is my girlfriend?" Joe whines, standing up out of his chair as well. "'M starving."

"Probably signing autographs and taking selfies," Louis says, only half-kidding. Taylor was already recognised a few times when they were with her. He didn't know she was that famous. "'S what you get for having a superstar girlfriend."

"Guess so," Joe sighs, running his hand over his face. "I say you go get her, since I was the one who stopped your boy for lifting and moving two potted plants because they 'looked better over there'."

"Harold," Louis sighs exasperatedly.

"Snitch," Harry grumbles.

♛

Niall and Barbara have their first dance to a Beatles song, like every other white couple in the world. Liam gives his best man speech, and Niall's mum gives one as well, and then, finally, they get to eat. Louis has never eaten something so fast, he practically inhales his chicken. Joe may have eaten even faster than him.

Then Gracie runs off to play with Theo, and Harry's starting to attract a flock of women who want to hear all about his pregnancy, so. That leaves Louis to sit and wait for his mum to come pick up Gracie so he can drink.

"I finally escaped," Barbara walks over, away from Niall's grandma, still in her wedding dress, sighing in relief. She looks relaxed for two seconds before her eyes fall on Louis, and she glares. "Thanks a lot, by the way, Ashley is pissed at me for making her stand with you."

"I didn't wanna stand with her either!" Louis defends. Harry smiles smugly when he says it. Barbara continues to give him a nasty look. Louis sighs. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I was being perfectly nice to her, it was Gracie who snitched on me and fucked it up."

"She's six!" Barbara scoffs, shaking her head before looking to Harry. "Geez, Harry, you're getting almost as much attention as me."

"Doubt he minds it," Taylor says, taking a sip of her drink. Harry makes a face at her. "He likes the attention. Louis' rubbed off on him."

"Leave him alone," Louis warns, resting his hand on Harry's thigh. "Why don't you go sign some autographs, pop-star?"

"Be nice," Harry reminds, but he entwines his fingers with Louis'.

"Barb, come throw the bouquet!" A woman–Barbara's mum, Louis thinks–shouts from the dance floor. Barbara sighs in defeat. Louis feels kind of bad. She hasn't even had a moment to sit down all day. She looks really happy, though, and Niall does too.

"You gonna come, Taylor?" Barbara asks. Taylor looks over at Joe, whose eyes go wide.

"Yeah, I'll come," She stands up. Joe's cheeks are absolutely red, and it makes Louis burst into laughter.

"If she catches it, I'm never hearing the end of it," He puts his hands on his cheeks, clearly freaked out.

"She's, like, a thirty centimetres taller than everyone else," Louis points out, leaning back and crossing his arms. "I'd start looking at rings now, mate."

"Holy shit," Joe mumbles. Louis looks back to where Barbara is standing on top of a chair in her wedding dress, a bunch of women standing behind her. Taylor is holding Gracie up on her hip.

Barbara throws the bouquet of flowers behind her. Louis looks down to check the time on his phone, looking back up when he hears cheering. His eyes land on Gracie, who's holding the bouquet.

"Daddy, look!" Gracie squeaks from the dance floor. Louis stares at her with the bouquet in her hands, blinking over to Harry.

"I'm gonna throw up," Louis says. Joe cracks up, probably just relieved he doesn't have to worry about it. Even Harry giggles a little. Louis actually feels nauseated at the prospect of Gracie getting married ever. He looks back at Harry. "We're keeping her six forever. I've just decided."

"Fine with me," Harry nods.

"Lou," Liam walks up to him, nodding towards the bar. "'M grabbing a pint, want one?"

"Uhhh," Louis gives Harry a wary glance.

"You don't need my permission to drink, Lou," Harry laughs, nodding towards the bar. "Just try not to get too plastered while Gracie's still here."

"Got it," Louis stands up from his chair, leaning down and kissing the top of Harry's head. "Do you need anything? Water?"

"I'm okay," Harry assures, giving Louis a soft smile, one that Louis returns. He follows Liam to the bar, ordering a pint and waiting for the bartender to get it for him.

"So, when's the wedding?" Liam asks. Louis furrows his eyebrows.

"Whose?"

"Gracie's."

"Oh, fuck off," Louis huffs, and Liam laughs. "She's never getting married. Or leaving the house. 'M keeping her with me forever."

"'M just messing with you, relax," Liam chuckles, grabbing his pint off the bar. "It was cute."

"It was not cute, and I resent Taylor for taking her out to do it in the first place."

"C'mon, mate, you've got two more kids on the way," Liam reminds. "Two more kids you can do it all with."

"Two more kids who are gonna grow up and leave me," Louis says miserably. Liam picks up Louis' pint and hands it to him.

"Chill," He says. Louis pouts, but he takes a sip of the beer anyways. Liam looks over at where Niall is twerking on Barbara on the dance floor, with her just laughing, and he grins. "They were seriously made for each other."

"I know, 's kinda scary," Louis smiles fondly when Niall turns around and kisses her. "'N you're next, yeah?"

"Hopefully," Liam sighs.

"You better hurry up, 've got great ideas for your bachelor party," Louis smirks, taking another sip of his drink. Liam rolls his eyes, and they start to walk back to Louis' table. Harry's surrounded by Taylor, Niall's mum, and one of Barbara's friends, who has a baby in her lap that looks about a year old.

"Have you found out the genders yet?" Barbara's friend asks, bouncing her baby on her knee.

"No, we're keeping it a surprise, I think," Harry says, his cheeks pink with the attention focused on him. Louis stands behind his chair, wrapping his arm around his shoulder, and Harry leans his head back to look at him. "Hi, Lou."

"Hey, babe," Louis grins. "Still feeling okay?"

"Yeah, 'm fine," Harry assures. Louis looks over to the baby, and makes a funny face towards it, making the baby giggle.

"He likes you," Barbara's friend grins. "He's usually so grumpy around strangers."

"He's really cute," Louis grins, making another funny face at him.

"You wanna hold him?" She asks. Louis nods immediately, setting his beer down on the table and taking the baby carefully when she hands him over.

"Hi, buddy," He coos, holding the baby on his hip. The baby blinks up at him with sparkly brown eyes, and Louis grins. "What's his name?"

"Koji," His mum says. Louis tickles Koji's tummy gently, and the baby giggles. It's been so long since he's held a baby, and it makes his whole chest feel warm. In just about a year he's going to have two babies around this size. That's crazy to think about.

"That's a sick name," Louis tells Koji's mum, his grin widening when Koji grabs onto his tie and starts to play with it. A slow song comes on the speakers, and Louis looks down at Harry. "Don't suppose you wanna go dance, huh?"

"I don't even want to stand up," Harry admits.

"Boys nowadays are so much more gracious," Niall's mum, Maura, sighs and shakes her head. "I can't remember the last time Bobby's asked me to dance."

"Aw, I'll dance with you, Maura," Louis offers, wrinkling his nose when Koji grabs it. "Since both of our spouses ditched us. Let's show 'em what they're missing."

"Heyyy," Harry pouts. "You shouldn't diss the person carrying your children."

"Mind if I take your hubby away from you for a bit?" Maura asks Harry while Louis hands Koji back to his mum.

"'S about time someone would," Harry shrugs, grinning when Louis shoots him a playful glare. He holds his hand out to Maura, who takes it with a laugh, and he leads her off to the dance floor.

"He's really cute," Koji's mum (Harry thinks her name is Suki?) says. "You bagged a good one."

"Yeah, I guess I'll keep him," Harry grins, watching as Maura tries to teach Louis how to dance. He's hopeless. Harry should've warned her. It is really cute, though, watching him dance with her. Louis' known Maura for so long, he always talks about how she's like his second mum.

"Has he heard back from any schools yet?" Taylor asks.

"No, but he should soon," Harry smiles, proud. "I really do think he's going to get into all of them. 'Ve got a good feeling about it."

"Where did he apply?" Suki asks, kissing the top of Koji's fluffy black hair when he starts to fuss a bit.

"I don't even remember," Harry admits. "Four schools total, I think. One of them's in Manchester."

"I think that's so cool," Suki says. "Him going back to school." Taylor hums in agreement, nodding. Harry's smile becomes prouder, heart swelling. "Your daughter's going to be really proud of him when she's older, too. Your other kids, too."

"I know," Harry's grin softens, voice wavering a little at the thought. "He's so excited about it, too. It's so cute."

Jay swings around the reception a while later to pick Gracie up and take her back to her house, since by the time the reception is over it will be way too late for her. Louis keeps Harry company for most of the night, glaring at anyone who comes up and starts to touch Harry without asking. It makes Joe laugh every time.

"Here, Lou," Taylor slides him a shot of...something. He can't tell. "You look tense."

Louis glances over at Harry. "Go ahead," Harry assures, laughing a little. "You're drinking for both of us tonight. Y've worked hard this week, you deserve it."

"I fucking love you," Louis leans over and presses their lips together before downing the shot Taylor gave him. He wrinkles his nose. "Yeesh."

"It's tequila," Taylor says, making a face from hers as well. "Ugh. We used to be really good at this, what happened?"

"We're gettin' old," Louis sighs. Despite those words, he, Taylor, and Liam continue to take shots as they make their way around, Louis settling on seven. By the time Harry takes him home for the night, he's gone.

"You think maybe you should change first?" Harry asks as Louis flops onto the bed, still in his suit.

"Sleepy," Louis mumbles incoherently. "Too sleepy. Come sleep with me, Haz."

Harry sighs, smiling fondly as he carefully lowers himself onto the bed. He rubs Louis' back gently. "I'll come sleep with you after we get changed and ready, okay?" He says.

"Don't wanna," Louis whines. "Just cuddle with me, pleaseee."

"Lou," Harry sighs again. Louis sits up, pouting, eyes half-open. "C'mon, love, we can get you into something more comfortable."

"Always comfortable with you," Louis mutters, leaning his head onto Harry's shoulder.

"Dork," Harry shakes his head, but he smiles.

"Heyyy," Louis whines, nose pressed into the crook of Harry's neck. "No 'm not. Just love you. Love you so much it hurts, H."

Harry's cheeks become warm, and he kisses the top of Louis' head. "Right back at you, L. Still have to get changed, though."

"M'kay," Louis sits up straight again, blinking at Harry sleepily, words a bit slurred. He gives him a lopsided smile. Harry raises an eyebrow at him.

"What?" He asks.

"You're beautiful," Louis says. He wraps Harry up in his arms, kissing his forehead. "Look so good. All full of my babies. I love it. I love you."

"You're drunk," Harry laughs.

"So?" Louis huffs, standing up off the bed and swaying a little. "Doesn't make it less true."

"Weddings may make you sappy, but tequila makes you sappier," Harry grumbles, managing to stand up off the bed himself, gently pushing Louis in the direction of the washroom.

do i like this? no. but i've deleted and rewritten it so many times i need to just get over it. it's 5000 words girl just publish it ur fine