"Holy shit, I'm so nervous," Louis admitted in a hushed voice.

Liam came around to his front and fiddled with his shirt a little. "Just remember who you're waiting for at the end of that isle."

Louis shuddered, a nervous and excited breath filtering from between his lips. "God, I bet he looks amazing. I want to see him."

"Soon. It's bad luck to-"

"Blah blah wedding. I know," Louis shrugged his best man off. "But just for a minute." Louis bit his lip as he looked around his dressing room, a few groomsmen shuffling around with last minute duties (or in Stan's case, sipping on a beer he stole from the open bar), before nodding. "I have to see him."

"Louis," Liam admonished.

"They won't even notice I'm gone," he promised.

"You're one of the grooms. They'll notice. If Jay finds out I let you-"

"She won't." Louis scrubbed his hands together. "I have to see him, Liam. Its killing me."

Liam sighed out in surrender. "Two minutes."

Louis smiled wide and had already dashed across the room as he waved back at the taller man. He peeked around the door of his dressing room, finding the hallway deserted. He needed to find someone that could get Harry away from all the people surely surrounding him right now so they could have a few moments.

He walked down the hallway with light, careful steps. He was just turning a corner when he bumped into his oldest younger sibling. "Lot! Oh perfect!"

"What are you doing out here, Louis? You're getting married in like an hour and you're not even fully dressed.

"Can you do me a favor?"

"I'm not sneaking you any beer. You can wait. And mom would kill me if I let you get sloshed before you said 'I do'."

Louis laughed but waved off the comment. "I need to see him."

Lottie's forehead scrunched up in worry. "What? Why? What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he assured. "I just-I'm dying and I miss him." Lottie's face went soft, a silent 'aww' written all over it. Louis knew he'd lucked out finding his sister and not one of the other guys. "Can you get him away for a minute?"

"But you're not supposed to-"

"Charlotte," Louis stopped her. "Please?"

Lottie gave him a sympathetic pat on the arm and nodded. She pulled him into the closest room and told him to wait. Louis waited, just inside the door, until he was bending and unbending his fingers anxiously.

"Lottie, what the hell-" Harry was shoved inside the room and then the door shut behind him. "Lou?" His face went from confused to fond immediately. Then to worried. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"I needed to see you," he said quietly, like the need wasn't childish enough as it was.

But Harry just smiled wide and pulled Louis into his arms. "If our mums find out we're breaking the rules..."

Louis shoved his face into Harry's neck, inhaling the scent of him deeply, and exhaling all his nerves. "I don't care." Louis' fingers curled into the back of Harry's dress shirt. "God, you smell amazing."

Harry just laughed kindly. "Thanks, babe." They held each, in peaceful quiet for another minute, before Harry sighed. "You okay?"

"I am now."

Harry hummed a contented sound. "One more hour until I'm Mr. Tomlinson." He pressed the words into Louis' hair.

Louis groaned. "Is it weird that that turns me on more than anything lately?"

Harry pulled back, his pink bottom lip stuck between his teeth, and shook his head. "It's pretty hot."

Louis groaned and put a hand up in front of Harry's face. "Stop. No, stop that. I get to marry you in an hour and Mum will kill me if I smell like spunk when I do."

Harry let loose an indignant squawk at that and took Louis' still outstretched hand, turned it over, and kissed his knuckles. "Wouldn't dream of it." He pulled Louis to him by their connected hands and smirked. "But," he quipped. "I'd hate to leave you with nothing."

Louis only had time to furrow his brows in confusion before his fingers were down the front of Harry slim, soft, expensive trousers. Harry was semi hard, much to Louis' delight, but that wasn't the surprise. Louis rubbed his fingers along Harry's length, feeling at the smooth, tight silk that ran over his bulge.

"Jesus, Harry," Louis whispered, voice raspy from lust.

Harry pressed Louis' hand more firmly to him and leaned in to kiss below his ear. "There's a garter somewhere in there, too." Harry smiled against Louis' ear when he heard Louis' breath hitch. "I wanted you to take it off with your teeth later."

"Fuck," Louis groaned. "That's not fair, Styles."

Harry pulled Louis' hand out of his trousers and gave Louis a mock-stern look. "Soon-to-be-Tomlinson, thank you." He brought Louis' hand around to his back, pressing in closer and running his lips along Louis' cheek and jaw. "I have another gift, but," he drew out the word and backed up, "if you don't want it..."

"No," Louis urged. "I want it. Come on, baby."

Harry pretended to think it over, adorable crease to his forehead and eyes twinkling. "Okay," he finally agreed. "But remember, you said we weren't going to fool around beforehand."

"Yeah, I got it. I can handle myself, Harold. We're not all slaves to our desires." Louis was bullshitting, and Harry knew it. If either of them were the uncontrollable one, it was Louis. Always dragging Harry off behind some corner to grind against him desperately. Or begging off promo work for a few more hours in bed and a couple more rounds.

"Right," Harry allowed with a roll of his eyes. "Of course." He gave Louis one more raised brow before turning to face the door and bending over, resting his forearms on the wood. "Go ahead," he nodded to his ass over his shoulder. "Feel.

Louis did, greedily. He squeezed both hands to Harry's perky cheeks, molding the flesh with his palms. "I mean, God, I love your ass, babe, but not exactly the gift I was expecting."

Harry huffed, playing at annoyed, and grabbed Louis' hand again, stuffing it down the back of his pants. He watched Louis carefully as he led his fingers between his cheeks.

Louis' mouth fell open, eyes fluttering shut. "No fucking way," he awed in an airy tone. "When did you even-"

"I begged off for a bathroom break while the girls were getting ready. I wanted to be ready for you."

Louis' toes curled in his socks, digging into the carpet. He leaned forward and let his forehead fall between Harry's shoulder blades. The plug wasn't big, especially in comparison to the toys Louis and Harry are used to playing with. But it was there and now Louis knew Harry would be wearing it through the entire ceremony and the reception. Then he would be open and loose the first second Louis and Harry got a moment alone, and Louis could just shove Harry's bottoms down and his panties aside to fuck him.

"Are you trying to kill me? Get me to cancel the wedding and just take you back home and fuck you for hours instead?"

Harry moaned but shook his head. "You have to earn it." He turned around and Louis' hand slipped out. "Put a ring on it and I'm yours." He leaned in and pressed a firm, longing kiss to Louis' lips.

"I'm already yours."

Harry's smile broke wide, filling the room with its own brightness. He reached behind himself and turned the doorknob. "I'll see you soon, Mr. Tomlinson."

"Not soon enough, Soon-to-be-Mr. Tomlinson."

Harry giggled as he turned and walked away, leaving the door open and Louis hard.

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Louis cried, okay. He was not ashamed to admit it. You would've, too, if you'd seen the way Harry looked walking down the aisle towards him, Anne on one arm, Robin on the other. His hair was just so-and his suit-ugh, but his face! He was smiling wide, eyes a little teary, and so yeah, Louis cried.

Lux and Doris were still tossing their leftover petals from where they sat at the edge of the stage, Ernest was fiddling with the box that held the rings, nearly dropping it a couple times, and their moms were waterfalls of blubbery tears, but Louis couldn't look anywhere else. Couldn't imagine the world outside of he way Harry was looking at him existed.

Louis told Harry that he promised to never cook him breakfast in bed for both their safety, and Harry told Louis he'd always be up for a one-on-one match out in the backyard. Louis told Harry that he'd never have to spend another moment alone, and Harry told Louis he'd always have love as long as Harry was alive.

The kiss was heated, and probably a tad long for a respectable marriage ceremony, but Louis remembered that Harry was wearing the plug, and then he just couldn't stop himself from biting down on Harry's lip.

When they pulled apart, breathing heavy, Harry pressed their foreheads together and said, "Forever starts now." Louis showed his whole-hearted agreement by dragging Harry into another long kiss.

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