This took me like four hours and it has 2200 words. So enjoy ❤️

Mag 🦋

TWELVE

[ Harry's POV. ]

So Liam was freaking out inside his suite, and Niall and I, as his best men, were trying to calm him down.
There were only ten minutes left until the wedding started, and we couldn't keep him still.
Liam was walking from side to side inside the room, swearing and screaming that he was not going to do it, that nothing was going to change his mind, that he could give his suit and all to anyone else who wants to get married instead of him. He didn't even care about the spent money.

"You know what? You need to stop thinking about it. You love Maya, you proposed to her, you planned this whole beautiful wedding for her and for yourself, you're not backing down. You just need to keep your mind busy with something else." - I said, taking him by his arms and forcing him to stop spinning like a carrousel.

"Like what?"

"Like the fact that Harry is probably going to get drunk and ruin your party." - Niall said.

"Oh, shut up! I won't drink tonight."

"You know I'll kill you if you do something embarrassing, right?" - Liam said.

"Yes. I promise I won't. Besides, Louis wouldn't let me anyway."

"Louis?" - Liam asked.

Shit.

"I meant William. Will. My boyfriend."

"You just said Louis, Harry."

"It's his second name. His middle name. I just like to mess with him. He doesn't like his middle name, so don't mention it to him. Please keep it a secret. It's William for you."

I was really awful at lying.
I just can't stop rambling.

Niall was looking at me with an annoyed look on his face.

"You're so stupid." - He said.

Luckily, Liam stopped questioning me about Louis when his sister entered the room to tell him he should go downstairs to start the ceremony.

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During the whole ceremony I stood up behind Liam, paying attention to the preach speech and Liam's and Maya's vows. Maya looked like a princess with a wonderful pastel pink dress, because she didn't want to wear white, and a silver crown resting on her hair.
They both were smiling non stop and there was no doubt that they were happily in love with each other.

From time to time I took a look to where Louis was sitting, next to Roman and his fiance Christine. He locked his eyes with mine and smiled.

Beautiful blue ocean eyes.
So pretty to look at.
So hypnotic.

And that went on for the rest of the ceremony. Just me looking sporadically at his direction to find him staring at me as well, smiling at me and making me feel the butterflies in my stomach.

Harry you're so whipped.

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After the ceremony ended, we all reunited at the reception as the recently married went back to their suites to change their clothes.
Louis was quick to grab my arm and take me away from my friends, far enough for them to not hear our conversation.

"I thought you hired me to be your date, not to date your friends. They are so annoying."

I laughed.

"Sorry about that." - I said.

"You left me with them for about an hour. I was about to commit suicide."

"You're being overdramatic."

"No, I'm not.".

"Sure." - I laughed. - "I still need you to wait a minute here, I have to do something else. You can hide from them if you want."

"Oh no. No way I'll stay alone again. I'll go with you."

"But… I was going to the loo."

"I'll go with you, Curly."

"Mmm, ok?"

Louis smiled and pushed me by my back towards the bathroom.

We both entered and he sat on the sink countertop while I got inside one of the cubicles to do my thing.

"Harry?" - I heard his voice from the other side of the door.

"Mhm?"

"What are you planning to do after today? About the lie I mean."

"I don't know yet."

"But you're going to stop hiring me. Right? For real this time."

"Probably." - I said, as I finished peeing and zipping up my pants.

"So this is the last time that we will see each other." - Louis said when I got out of the cubicle.

I sighed.

"Yeah." - I said, walking to the sink and washing my hands.

I stopped for a second and looked at myself in the mirror.
The yellow flower was still tangled on my hair.
I smiled and looked at Louis through the mirror.

"What did this one mean?"

"Huh?"

"The flower." - I said, turning to face him.

"Oh." - He said and blushed? - "It means sunshine in your smile."

"My smile?" - I asked, astonished.

Louis looked at me and nodded with a little smile on his face.

"You have a nice smile."

My heart stopped.
Am I dead?

"Nice is not the same as sunshine."

Louis got down from the sink where he was seated and walked to where I was.

"True. Well, Harry, your smile is really bright and beautiful and it spreads happiness and joy just to look at it. So it's a sunshine smile for me."

I know I blushed.
I couldn't stop myself from smiling like an idiot. I looked at the floor and ran my hands on my face, trying to calm my nerves.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome." - Louis said, stepping closer to me.

I looked up and saw him staring at me intensely. And, let me add, he was really close. Like inches apart from me.
So close that I could feel his breathing in my cheeks.

"We are not in public, you don't have to act." - I said.

"Yeah, sorry." - Louis said and smiled.

All of a sudden the door of the bathroom opened, letting Ed in.

"Hey! If you were having sex in here at least you should have locked the door!"

"We were not!" - I said out of nervousness and Ed laughed.

"C'mon Curly, let's return to the table. I'm hungry."

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Louis didn't want to dance with me during the entire evening. Something changed about him after we left the bathroom.

At some point I left my blazer, my bow tie and the flower Louis gave me on the table, to feel lighter and be able to dance. I didn't care if he didn't want to dance with me, I could always dance on my own.

I didn't get drunk, I was very conscious that I needed to make Liam's wedding toast and I couldn't ruin that. So, no drinks for me.

Many of my friends had said that I looked down, but in reality I was just trying to decipher what was wrong with Louis.

Now he was sitting on a corner all alone, typing on his phone.
I walked towards him and sat next to him.

"Everything alright?"

"Yeah." - Louis said, taking his eyes off his phone and looking at me.

"It doesn't seem like it."

"I'm tired I guess." - He said with a shyly smile.

"Well, let me tell you you're not doing your job very well if you don't act like you want to be with me." - I teased him and nudged his shoulder playfully.

"I'm sorry. You want to dance or something?"

"I wanted to. But it's okay, we can stay sitting."

"No, c'mon. I'll dance with you."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I was bored anyways. Besides, I want you to pay me and you can't pay me if I'm not doing my job, right?" - He winked.

"Right." - I said, trying to ignore the knot in my throat.

We both stood up and walked to the dance floor. Soft music was playing and only couples and little kids running around were the ones enjoying it.
Louis guided my arms to rest in his shoulders and he placed his' in my lower back. Still leaving air between our bodies, but moving gently at the rhythm of the music.

"I know you probably don't want to, but to make this look real, we should be dancing closer." - He whispered.

I bit my lip and nodded, stepping closer and letting our bodies collide together.

Why does this feel so right?

I placed my forehead against his' and closed my eyes. I felt like my chest was about to explode.

"Harry?"

"Mhm?"

Do not open your eyes. He is going to disappear if you do.

"Can I kiss you?"

Yes. Please yes.
I smiled.

"Sure."

He tilted his head and captured my lips softly, making me feel every touch. Brushing them gently against mine. Making me fly to the moon and back.

Louis.
Louis kissing my lips, Louis' hands running through my back, Louis' perfume on my nose, Louis' hair in my fingers, Louis everywhere, making it hard to think about anything else, to think that it was just a stunt.

But the kiss went on and on.
I even started doubting if it was a dream.
I was overwhelmed.

"Lou." - I breathed out when he stopped.

I opened my eyes slowly and looked straight into his ocean blue eyes, trying to find out if he felt that too.
I couldn't be the only one who felt it. Right?

"You know you can't call me that, Curly." - He whispered against my lips.

"I…"

"Yes?" - He asked with a smile on his face, still rubbing his hands on my hips and back.

He doesn't care about you.
You're just another client for him.
Don't be a teenager.
Don't make a fool of yourself.

"I need to prepare my toast. I'm sorry." - I said and pushed him back, making my way to the table.

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As the party ended and we all started picking our stuff to head out, I walked through the parking lot, ready to walk my way home.
I couldn't be in the same space as Louis anymore. I wouldn't be able to survive it.

But of course I heard Louis calling my name and trying to stop me.
I turned around and looked at him.

"Hey Curly, the car is the other way around. Where are you going?"

"To my house."

"I thought I would drive you back."

"I want to walk."

"It's pretty late to walk, and your house isn't close, Harry."

"I don't care." - I said and tried to walk away but he grabbed my wrist, turning me around again.

"Are you okay? Did something happen?"

"No."

"Is this about me?"

"No."

"Then what is it?"

"Nothing." - I sighed. - "Just get in the car and drive." - I said, now walking towards his car and getting inside the passenger seat.

He did as I told him, and drove in complete silence.  He noticed I wasn't in the mood for talking, so he didn't insist.

He stopped at my front door minutes later and we both got out of the car.
I still had to pay him.

He walked me to the door and I got my keys out, opening the door.

"I have the money upstairs. Just wait here."

"I can go with you."

"Whatever." - I said, getting inside the lift and pressing the button of my floor.

"You sure you are alright?" - He asked after some seconds of uncomfortable silence.

No, I'm fucking locked inside an elevator with you and I'm dying to kiss you.

"Yes."

I walked ahead of him, trying to control myself, and opened the door of my flat, leaving him standing on the frame door until I returned with the money to pay him.

"That 's it. I won't see you again, so have a good life." - I said, giving him the money and starting to close the door.

"Wait!" - He stepped inside, not letting me push the door closed.

"What?"

"I want… I am… I need to… shit, why is this so hard?"

"I don't have a clue of what you are saying."

He looked up at me and bit his lower lip, analyzing every part of my face, but stopping specially at my lips. He ran his hands on his hair out of stress.

"Screw it."

I don't know how it happened, but now he was kissing me roughly, kissing the life out of me, pressing me against the wall and making my legs go flabby.
I continued the kiss, trying to pick up his pace, grabbing his neck and pressing him more against my skin. Taking as much as I could from him.

Because this was clearly a dream.

"I couldn't help it. You're just so beautiful." - He whispered.

"So are you."

"I want to…" - He breathed out.

"What?" - I smiled.

"Kiss you, so much." - He said and leaned over me, nuzzling his face in my neck and kissing the skin underneath my earlobe.

"This is not part of your job, Louis." - I said.

"Good. I don't like to mix work with pleasure anyways." - He said while he continued kissing my neck.

So, this is clearly heaven.

I took his head in my hands and guided him up to capture his lips again, slipping my tongue inside his mouth and letting him do whatever he pleased with me. Letting him touch me and take the lead of the kiss. Letting him tug on my hair and slipped his hands under my shirt.

I started walking towards the couch, making Louis walk backwards until we both fell in the cushions.

"This is going to take us a while. Are you staying?" - I said, straddling above him and leaning to press a couple of kisses in his jawline.

Louis laughed and flipped us over, now having him leaning above me and kissing my lips.

"I'm staying."