I HAVE BEEN REQUESTED TO DO THIS CHAPTER THIS WAY WITH DA SMUT SO IF YOU DONT LIKE THAT THEN GO AWAY

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"I think this deserves some kind of celebration, don't you think?" Louis grinned. Harry had just informed him that he had just gotten a call the day before that he had managed to be able to take over the bakery that he worked at, going from manager to owner. The elderly woman who had originally owned it had been getting older by the day, and was very glad he was the one to take over for her.

Harry smiled, shrugging as he dug his head in the crook of his fiances neck, "No," he sighed, "staying here would be better," he said, pressing kisses to Louis' shoulder, up his neck. He stopped there, sighing. Harry leaned his head onto Louis', breathing in the smell of the man. Even though he used his shampoo, conditioner, and often snuck himself into Harry's clothes, he still smelled like... Louis. And Harry couldn't get enough of him.

Louis turned around in Harry's arms, connecting their lips. He moved his hand to the younger man's cheek, and slid it to the nape of his neck, where he played with the light curls. Harry let his hands fall to his fiance's hips, roaming under his shirt and sitting about the waistline of his jeans. Louis smiled against Harry, pecking his lips slightly at first, then placing closed kisses on his lips, which Harry returned eagerly.

The taller man pulled Louis closer, dragging his tongue along his bottom lip. Louis parted his lips, and let his tongue create a fast moving dance with Harry's. Both boys were panting, hands roaming hair and warm skin.

Harry moved so that he had the shorter man trapped in between him and the counter, and bent down slightly, gripping the back of Louis' thighs as he lifted him up. He set him on the counter, but the older man's legs still wrapped around the curly haired mans waist anyway. He gently tugged on his curls, knowing it to be one of the man's weak spots.

Harry pulled away slightly, "You know," he panted, "It's my birthday," he sighed, nibbling on Louis' bottom lip, sucking on it.

Louis gently tugged on Harry's hair, "I know," he whispered, "bedroom?" he asked, earning a nod in response. He didn't protest when Harry lifted him from the counter, and carried him effortlessly to their room. He was laid down, and had Harry hovering over him in seconds. He couldn't help but buck his hips up when Harry attached his lips to his neck.

Harry's hands slid up Louis' torso, taking control of the situation that time. He let his large hands roam the man's sides, feeling the smoothness of his skin and soaking up the warmth radiating off of his body. Louis threw his head back, loving the feeling of his fiance's lips traveling up his stomach and chest to his neck. Shirts were discarded onto the floor, as well as shoes and jeans.

"I love you," Louis breathed, bringing their lips back together. He let out a moan when Harry grinded down on his hips. "God- fuck, get these off," Louis said lowly, hooking his fingers around the waistband of Harry's boxers and tugging them down his legs. He didn't have a hard time getting rid of his own boxers, either, and shimmied out of them.

'You're so beautiful, angel," he whispered, cupping Harry's face before kissing him passionately. Harry laid Louis down completely, and kissed him in such a way that couldn't of been described. His heart was beating rapidly against his chest, and his skin felt on fire with every touch that he was given.

Harry quickly prepped Louis, not having to do much because of the recent nights before. "I love you," Harry moaned kissing Louis after rolling a condom on. He kissed Louis deeply, pressing himself in.

Louis let out a throaty moan, and threw his head back, "Fuck," he swore, "shit, Harry, go faster," he moaned, biting his lip. Harry didn't speed up, though, and instead gave a hammering thrust, deeper rather than faster. He wrapped a hand around Louis' hard on with a few small tugs.

Louis could feel himself tremble underneath his fiancé, and looked up to him, licking his lips before crashing his lips to Harry's. Their tongues kept each other from coming on the spot, and Harry still had a nice rhythm going, finding an easy yet sensual and fast pace that both men enjoyed. Louis was even moaning so much in between their kisses that he found it hard to keep up with Harry's lips from how breathless he was. But Harry didn't seem to mind, and instead tucked his head into Louis' neck to create a bundle of hickeys.

"H-Harry," Louis moaned, biting his lip, "M'gonna..." his voice trailed off. His fingers scratched aimlessly at Harry's back, the nerves in his body going crazy as that warm feeling in the pit of his stomach piled up. Louis let out one last moan, calling Harry's name as he came over both if their chests. Harry rode out his high with a few more thrusts, and did the same thing, calling out Louis' name as he came into the condom.

Both boys laid there for a few moments, letting their pants turn to evened breathing. Harry had collapsed on Louis' body, but soon got up and disposed of the condom. He walked back over, and pulled Louis up from the bed, guiding him to the bathroom with him to get cleaned up.

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"I can't believe my baby's already twenty!" Anne cooed, kissing her son's cheek.

Harry scrunched his nose, "Mum," he mumbled, "m'not that old," he rolled his eyes.

Gemma chuckled, "Eh, getting a little bit old," she teased.

"You're still older," he crossed his arms.

"But I'm still the cooler Styles," she smirked.

"Oh, dear lord," Louis sighed, sharing a look with Anne, knowing the two siblings would continue with the topic of being the "better Styles" until stopped.

Louis threw his arm around Harry's shoulder, "You're still the better Styles to me," he mumbled to him, kissing his cheek. Harry smiled, and turned his head to peck Louis' lips.

"Yeah, well at least I'm not glowing, if you know what I mean baby brother?" Gemma hummed quietly to him.

Harry's eyes widened, and he elbowed his sister, "Keep your mouth shut, Gem, I swear to god," he shook his head slowly, earning a small laugh from Gemma.

Jay joined back at the table, "Okay, what'd I miss?" she asked, but got sidetracked by the two boys whom she looked lovingly at. "Oh, can you believe that our babies are going to be getting married in only three months time, now," she cooed, looking to Anne, who nodded with pursed lips. The mention of getting married made the two look at each other with grins and share a kiss.

"Yeah," Anne sighed, "hey, boys, have you figured out who your best mans are going to be?" she asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

Harry nodded, "Mine's Liam."

"Niall," Louis nodded.

"And what about the other members? Groomsmen? Those kinds of people?" Jay asked.

Louis named his Groomsmen off his fingers, "Ed, Josh, Calum, and Stan," he nodded.

Harry sighed, "Ashton, Michael, Daniel," he said.

Almost all of Louis' groomsmen were long known friends of his, all the way to the beginning of school, except for Calum, whom he had met almost three years before when he first started university. Calum was his first new friend and was also on the football team with him as well. When the others weren't there when he needed someone, Calum was his go to.

Harry's groomsmen were a slightly different story. Of course, Liam, being his friend since diapers. Ashton he had met when he first started working at the bakery. Ashton had been the only guy working there at the time and was the one to show him around Manchester while Louis was at school. He was his first friend and the first person he had told all about his past when moving to Manchester with Louis. Behind Liam, and Niall, Ashton was in that group of best friends.

Then there was Michael. He was that weird young, green haired kid that also started working at the bakery a little while after Harry did. He was that kind of guy that just had that vibe that gave everyone around him this nice goofy feeling. Him and Harry hit it off as friends on the first day, and had been close since.

Last but not least, Daniel. Dan had always been friends with Harry. They were both sort of second cousins, and used to talk all of the time. Harry knew that they lost touch that one year when he was sixteen. He didn't mean to cut him off, but "problems" came up, and they didn't talk for a while. Harry, though, was very glad that he was able to catch up with his older cousin of one year, and that they were able to reconnect just like how they used to, practically like brothers they were.

"Aw, that's nice," Gemma hummed to herself.

"What about flower girls?" Daisy asked, wiggling her eyebrows, "c'mon, I'm pretty cute, aren't I?" she grinned cheekily, making everyone at the table laugh.

"I think it'd be a bit hard to pick between you and your sister if we were to do that," Louis told her.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows, "Well, what if Phoebe like was the one to bring down the rings? Then it would be fair," he said.

Louis raised his eyebrows, "Oh, yeah. We could do that then if you want," he nodded.

Harry smiled, nodding excitedly, "Yeah, let's do that!" he looked to the others.

"Alright," Louis chuckled, kissing Harry's temple. The younger man blushed, and played with his new airplane necklace that hung from his neck. His finger ran over the engravings of the words "...a perfect paper airplane". Others would question the wording, but he knew why those words were important.

Harry sat in front of Louis, his back to Louis' front. He had only been home a couple of weeks from that mental hospital in disguise, and had been with Louis all the while.

The older boy had his arms wrapped around Harry's waist, playing and folding the paper he had in his hands. "Hey," he mumbled, "look," he told Harry. The younger boy opened his eyes, and looked down at the little paper airplane in his hands.

"An airplane?" he asked, a small smile coming to his face.

Louis chuckled, "Yeah, an airplane," he muttered, "I would've made an angel but I'm not a specialist in oragami," he said, making Harry laugh. He smiled, "No, but seriously. The airplane, can fly, and it can take people to the most amazing places. It took Niall to Greece, where he had always wanted to go. It... it took my step-dad Dan here all the way from across the UK, where he met my mum. It took my cousin to America for uni, where he's most likely in a hospital right now being a doctor and doing what he loves," he was speaking low, watching Harry's expressions as he looked out ahead in thought.

"And it brought my great grandmum here from Wales, where she met my grand-dad and they had my dad, who married my mum, who had me, hence the meeting of me and you. That airplane is the reason of our meeting," he mumbled, resting his chin on Harry's shoulder. He sighed, "therefore, you are my perfect airplane," he smiled, pressing a kiss to Harry's shoulder, and grinning when the younger boy smiled brightly at his words.

Harry smiled to himself, recalling that moment three years ago. He looked back up, rejoining the conversation. The group chatted and laughed aimlessly as they ate, all parting ways soon after they were done and all wishing Harry a happy birthday again.

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Okay so I had a hard time writing this bc I suck at smut and always end up looking at the other ones I wrote to see like "oh I should do this there and this a bit later" and it's just so fucking awkward and I'm laughing rn as I type this A/N but who tf cares. *laughing face emoji* but ANYWAY, my dear friend Adrianna told me to do smut in this chapter as Harry's "birthday sex" or some shit so I was like "oi jesus wtf" but did it anyway.

ONCE AGAIN THIS CHAPTER WAS PRETTY MUCH JUST A CHAPTER/FILLER LETTING YOU KNOW THAT TIME IS MOVING FORWARD SO YA KBYE