Harry chuckles and squeezes his hand. “Thanks, babe. At least I tried.” He shrugs then teases, “I’ve never done this before. Have you?” He knows Louis hasn’t, but he can’t help but mess with him. “But seriously, how do you know so much about weddings? Has your mum been helping you? Is that what the nightly phonecalls are about?” Soon they arrive at the formalwear shop and the two men follow their wedding planner inside. “From now on, Louis has the upper hand,” Harry explains to her. “He’s more of an expert than I am. So what colors do you think, babe?”
"I’ve been engaged twice before, didn’t you know?" he teases. "Obviously I’m kidding. But my mum did just get married for the second time. And when you have three hundred sisters who used to plan their dream weddings you pick up a thing or two. And maybe my mum has been helping me. She’s basically a wedding planner, she knows a lot," he says with laugh. Louis grabs Harry’s hand as they walk in, squeezing it. When the attention is turned on him he smiles. "Well definitely something classy. Like perhaps champagne or cream for one of them, maybe even ivory. I don’t really know if something bold suits either Harry or I, so maybe something a bit more subtle."
"Oh yeah, that’s true. Good thinking, babe." Harry leads them back to the car. He gets in, buckles up, then starts the engine while Louis puts the address into their GPS. "I had an idea, but I don’t know if it will work. And it’s kinda cheesy." He laughs at that; they’ve never let cheesiness stop them before. "All I could think about is your eye color. And I know our fans like to identify us by our eye colors. So I thought maybe you could wear green to symbolize me, my green eyes, and I could wear blue to symbolize you. It’s stupid, I know. If you don’t want to wear green, you don’t have to. I wouldn’t mind wearing navy blue, though."
Louis punches the address into the GPS and scrunches his nose at Harry’s idea. “It’s a really cute idea. Like, really cute.” He pauses. “But blue and green don’t really go together. And wedding colors are supposed to be either soft and subtle, like lilac, or have one be bold and the other simple. Like turquoise and cream, or pink and ivory. Something like that.” Louis reaches over and grabs Harry’s hand. “But your idea was really cute babe. You get an a for effort.”
Harry has an excited look on his face when Louis says yes. He has to resist the urge to yell “yay!” like a little kid. Instead, he settles on planting a big kiss on Louis’ cheek. “This is why I’m marrying you.” He takes the clipboard from Louis and signs his own name before handing the paperwork back to the planner. “This is awesome,” Harry agrees and the woman smiles at them. “I’m glad you think so. Is there anything in particular you’d like to do now, maybe go look at some tuxes?” “Sure,” Harry says. “Wanna look at tuxes, babe?”
Louis nods. “Yeah, sounds good.” She gives them an address of a local shop where they will meet her, before Harry and Louis head back and get in the car. “If were gonna look at tuxes we should probably discuss colors. Our tuxes or suits or whatever we decide to wear should look good with whatever tie or bow tie we pick out. So colors. Do you have any ideas in mind?”
Harry nods and murmurs back, “I agree, babe.” Harry can’t stop staring at the spacious backyard. It’d be a perfect place to have the reception, they could put a lot of tables out on the lawn and there was even a large pavilion that could be used for dancing. And behind it all was a beautiful sparkling lake. Harry thought that this was probably paradise. “We’ll take it!” He blurts out, then chuckles. “What I meant to say was, Lou and I might have to talk it over a bit, but I think we’re both pretty enamored with it.” He turns to his fiance and puts an arm around Louis’ shoulders. “What do you think, babe? You wanna just go for it? I do.”
Louis turns to face Harry and nods in agreement. “We should go for it. Who knows if we’ll like any of the other places? And what if we deliberate and we take too long and someone books it for the same day as us and we have to settle for somewhere else? Let’s do it.” He turns to face their wedding planner. “We wanna book it.” She smiles and nods. “Excellent! I’ll just need you two to sign some forms and I’ll need a credit card so you can make a down payment and reserve the location.” Louis grabs his wallet and gives her his card, before he takes the clipboard. He signs where he needs to before handing off to Harry. “God, this is so exciting!”
"I hope so," Harry whispers to himself. It would be pretty special to have their big day be at such a beautiful place. Harry parks behind another car in the driveway and gets out. He sees the wedding planner standing on the front steps, and she greets them with a bright smile and firm handshakes. "It’s nice to finally meet you, Mr. Styles and Mr. Tomlinson. Welcome to the estate. Today I’ll be taking you on a tour and I’ll tell you about the best florists and caterers in town." The woman hands them both her business card, and a brochure for the estate, which explained the history and the architecture. After exchanging a few more pleasantries, it’s back to business and the woman leads them up the marble steps, onto the wrap-around porch, and through the large front doors. The place reminds Harry of a Southern-style Plantation mixed with more modern elements. The foyer is huge, of course, with a chandelier and a gorgeous view of two marble staircases. The windows are giant and the ceiling is super high, even the floors are perfectly waxed and the walls are polished wood. Harry finds himself falling even more in love as they go from room to room. "Sometimes we have important people stay here while they’re on business, such as politicians and their families. The actual owner never stays here, he’s usually travelling abroad."
Louis follows Harry over to their wedding planner, shaking her hand and offering a warm smile. Louis nods as she talks, looking over the brochure that she handed them. The pictures of the interior are beautiful, and he can’t wait to see what they look like in person. He follows her as they enter the house, immediately gazing at the beautiful chandelier that hangs in the entry way. “It’s gorgeous,” he whispers to Harry as they walk. “I don’t really know if I want to look at any place else.” As they walk through the rest of the estate Louis falls even more in love with it. When they go to the backyard Louis thinks he may pass out from how breathtakingly beautiful it is. “So, what do you think of the place?” Their wedding planner asks as they make it back out front. “It’s absolutely gorgeous. I love it.”
Harry gives Louis a dimpled grin. “You only like it ‘cause it’s more to hold onto when I fuck you,” he jokes. “Nah, I’m just kidding. I know you like my curls. Your hairs getting pretty long, too. Looks hot. I was thinking about maybe getting mine cut for the wedding, but I won’t if you don’t want me to.” The door finishes opening then, so Harry buckles up and puts the car in reverse, pulling out onto the street. He drives with one hand, laying the other one on the center console. “Have you already called the planner to let her know we’re on our way? Also can you turn the GPS on, babe. I already have the directions in it.” Once the GPS comes to life and he hears the female voice give him directions, the rest of the car ride is sat in peaceful silence. Harry relishes in it; for once, no crying toddlers or crying popstars. No screaming fangirls. Just golden silence. Once they arrive at the destination, Harry looks shocked. “Oh my god. I knew this place would be huge and fancy from the pictures on the website- but damn. This is gorgeous.” It was quite an impressive estate to look at, probably one of the best in Southern California. Apparently hundreds of celebrity birthday parties and weddings were held in the huge manor all throughout the year.
"I mean I do like your curls, but I do like that there’s more for me to hold on to," Louis admits with a laugh. He rolls his eyes and squeezes Harry’s hand. "Oh please, you only like my hair long because there’s more for you to pull on when you fuck me from behind," he teases with a laugh. "Of course I called her. Today is only one of the most important days of wedding planning," Louis says as he turns the GPS on. The ride is quiet, something he and Harry don’t get to experience very often. It’s nice. Even though the twins have started pre school it’s only for a few hours every other day, and soon they’ll be a newborn baby to add to the noise level. Their lives are about to be hectic. But Louis doesn’t care in the least. As they pull up to the first estate Louis leans forward in his seat, in awe. "Wow, it’s gorgeous here. Depending on what the inside looks like this may be it."
Harry gives Louis a warm smile. He instinctively wraps his arms around the man’s small waist and squeezes him close. “Hey, you.” He kisses Louis back with a content sigh. Of course they’re always quite affectionate with each other, but lately things have been so hectic that they haven’t had time to enjoy their time together. The twins had been acting up as of late and of course Harry had been helping Taylor with her problems and on top of that they’d been busy making sure their surrogate was comfortable and going to her appointments regularly so life had been busy. It was good to be able to get away and breathe, even though they still had to plan for the wedding. And then after the wedding they had to start buying stuff for the new baby. “I’m ready to go, Mr. soon-to-be-Styles. I hope the twins don’t misbehave tonight. I don’t know what’s up with them lately.”
Harry frowns but lets it disappear as Louis leads him by the hand downstairs where they say goodbye to their kids. “Love you, guys. Be good, okay?” He kisses their cheeks then gives Camila a meaningful look. “Call us if you have any problems, okay? I mean it, we’ll come straight home no matter what.” The girl chuckles. “Relax, Haz, I got this. Enjoy your night.” She sends Harry a wink; Harry had told her that he had a surprise planned for Louis, and part of it was already out in the car. “Bye. Love you,” Harry says one last time before following Louis into the garage where his SUV was parked. Once in the car, he turned to his fiance while he waited for the garage door to open. “Have I told you that you look beautiful tonight? My sweater makes you look so cute, honey.”
"Mr. Styles, I like the sound of that," he says with a smile. He waits by the door for Harry to say goodbye, laughing when the twins roll their eyes at him. They may not be genetically related to Louis, but they are so his kids. "They’ll be fine, Haz. They’re always great for Camila. They probably like her better or something," Louis says, laughing when Camila shouts that they do love her more.
"Be good my darlings!" Louis calls behind him as he leaves the house, heading towards the garage. He pushes the door open and skips over to the passenger side, climbing in. He gets comfortable in his seat before he puts on his seatbelt. He smiles at Harry’s compliment, reaching out for the younger man’s hand. "You haven’t, but I presume it’s because I always looks beautiful," he says with a giggle. He squeezes Harry’s hand and leans over to press a kiss to his cheek. "But thank you. You’re looking pretty sexy tonight yourself, sir." He reaches up with his free hand and twirls one of Harry’s long strands of hair. "I love your hair like this."
Harry was sitting on the floor in the living room, playing with his toddlers. They were waiting for Camila to get there; she was going to babysit while Louis and Harry were out doing stuff for the wedding. Mostly they would be looking at a venue and maybe some other stuff like looking at tuxes and cake tasting. Since they had decided to get married in two months, they had to plan a lot of stuff all at once. Not that Harry minded; he was excited to spend the day with the love of his life. It’d been so long since they had alone time.
Harry was tickling Gracie when he heard the front door open. “I’m here!” Camila calls out, walking in from the foyer to the living room. “Mila!” the twins instantly shriek, getting off the floor and toddling over to their “aunt”. Harry looks on with a fond look as Camila picks them up and kisses them. “Thanks for babysitting, Camz.” “No problem, Haz. You know I love spending time with these guys. Where’s Lou?” “He’s getting ready upstairs,” Harry explains. “I’m gonna go check on him, make sure he’s not having a bad hair day.” Harry winks then bounds upstairs to fetch his fiance. “Babe? Camila’s here. Wanna go say bye to the twins before we go?”
Louis stands in the middle of his and Harry’s closet, trying to decide on something to wear. It’s not like he needs to dress up or anything, but they are meeting with a wedding planner and going to scope out venues and things, so he shouldn’t look like a total bum. It’s a tad chilly, so he decides on one of Harry’s sweaters and a pair of black jeans, nice and simple. He pairs it with his black vans and changes into the clothes before leaving their closet and heading into the bathroom. He’s just giving his hair one last touch up when Harry calls to him. “Kay, just give me a sec.” He checks his hair once more before he heads into their bedroom, smiling when he sees Harry waiting for him.
"Hi," he greets, walking over to his fiancé and wrapping his arms around his neck. "Ready to do some wedding planning, fiancé?" he asks before standing on his tiptoes to press a kiss to Harry’s lips. He pulls away reluctantly and leads Harry downstairs to say goodbye to their children. Once their in the living room he gives each of the twins a kiss on the forehead. "Now you two be good for Camz, alright? Papa and I will see you later." He gives them each another kiss before he waves goodbye to Camila and heads towards the door.
Why of course!
And then afterwards we can get some dinner :)