“How are you feeling, baby? You look like you’ve got some colour in your cheeks now,” you smiled, as he shuffled into the sitting room with the duvet from your shared bedroom tucked around his shoulders, his hair hanging limply down his face, as his bare body emerged from beneath the thick constraint of the cover; he’d never been able to sleep under the duvet in clothes when he was sick. His skin was glistening under the light of the living room from the thin layer of sweat covering his body. His bare feet shuffled against the carpet, carrying him to where you were sat on the sofa with his laptop on your lap.
“M’fine, babe. I’ve not thrown up all day. I just want cuddles with you. I haven’t seen you all day. What have you been up too?” He wondered, as he fell to the sofa beside you, and dropped his head to your shoulder. He smelt vaguely of sweat and the skin of his thigh felt sticky against your leg; he’d been cooped up in bed for 3 days, ever since you’d arrived home from the small tour, with a sick tummy and a bit of a bad cold along with it. “I’m a bit hungry… Have you eaten?” He sounded sleepy, and as you closed the lid of the laptop and placed it on the coffee table, he immediately curled up into your side. His bent knees rested on top of your thighs, and his head dropped to the crook of your neck.
“I have, yeah. I’ve been writing down the guest lists and getting ideas on the bridal party as well, although I couldn’t do much because I needed to know who you wanted as your groomsmen,” you smiled, and placed an arm across his tummy. Your fingers drawing soft patterns into the skin at his hips, where the waistband of his boxers would usually be tight on his skin. “I can make you some soup. I think that’d be best for you, yeah? Just in case you’re still feeling a bit iffy,” you suggested, feeling his lips pout and his throat let off groan against your neck.
He hated being ill. You knew he did. He loved to be active, and out and about. Meeting and greeting people as he walked down the streets of London. You knew he wanted to some proper food in his system, but you didn’t want to risk it. You needed him up and well, and ready and healthy for planning the wedding. In the coming 3 days, you and Harry needed to travel around London finding the venues you’d booked to look at, and you wanted him to be better. So he had a proper train of thought. You needed him there for his side of what he thought, and you wanted him to have his own say in where he wanted to get married.
You knew he wanted to get better as soon as possible, yet it was the waiting to get better that got to him.
“That sounds good, baby. Tomato soup, please. Oh, and some of those toast soldiers you make. Ya’know, where you cut off the crusts and make them into squares?” He whispered, as he tilted his head to look up at you. His eyes wide and a soft smile on his lips as he nudged his nose to your jawline.
“Okay, H. You want to get off of me and let me go and make it for you? I can hear your tummy rumbling,” you whispered, as he gripped onto your body tightly and whined softly. “H, baby, I need to go and make you something. You should go upstairs and get dressed, yeah? Then I can wash these sheets and get them fresh for when we go to bed,” you suggested, as he whined out and kicked his feet up in your lap, the heels of his feet digging into the gap where your thighs met.
“Just a few more minutes. I’ve missed you today. I haven’t had my snuggles, and I missed you. I can wait a few more minutes for food, okay?” He muttered quietly, as your hand moved from his tummy to his nearest calf muscle, your fingertips soft against his legs. He wasn’t usually a clingy sick person, because when it came to him being ill, you refused to let him be; you were always there to tend to his every need, hug him when he wanted you too, and run out to get him medicine when he needed it. That day though, you needed to get some wedding stuff planned, and Harry would have been a burden upon you, as much as you loved him. “Can we watch Friends? And cuddle on the sofa? And can we just talk about the wedding? Because I feel I haven’t been too involved, and I’ve probably left you to do some of the important stuff…” He whispered, the feeling your arm hooking around his hips from behind him sending shivers up his spine.
“Wedding talk is important, H. Let me go and make you some food, and then we can talk, okay? I want to make sure you’re eating some food and getting some water into you. I don’t want you feeling worse,” you smiled, patting the top of his bare bum before pushing his legs from yours and shuffling off the sofa. “How about you go and get some clean clothes on? I washed your favourite boxers, and put them with your pyjamas.” He grinned widely as he stood from the sofa, and tugged the duvet tighter around his body.
“Did I tell you you’re a wonderful fiancé?” He grinned, making a blush colour your cheeks. He’d always had that effect on you, no matter what he did. When he winked at you, he made you blush. When he gave you a kiss on the cheek in public, it made you blush. When he just held your hand, he made you face flush pink.
“You’ve told me a few times over the last 3 days,” you grinned, and reached forward for the duvet. “Can I take the cover from the duvet please? I’ll wash it, and then it’ll be fresh for us to sleep under tonight,” you muttered, tugging it softly as Harry’s fingers loosened around his hold. It dropped to the floor, his naked body coming into view, as you pulled it over to you. “Ya’know, I’ve changed my mind. Don’t get dressed. Just stay. Like that. All evening. We’re not having any visitors over,” you giggled nervously, as your wandering eyes ran up his body. His tattoos bold and prominent against his paled skin.
“Are you feeling naughty now? You know, I would make love to you right now. Just rip that shirt off your body and take you on the sofa, but… I don’t want to get you sick, and I’m already sticky with sweat,” Harry chuckled, as you threw the duvet to him before balling the dirty cover up and holding it under your arm.
You’d gone a week nearly without being intimate, and deep down inside, you were slowly breaking. You knew that as soon as he was better, he’d make up for lost time. He’d want to do it pretty much everywhere around the house; the kitchen, the bathroom, the sitting room and nearly every bedroom in the house. He was feeling like he was slowly deteriorating, and he wanted you as soon as possible, without the risk of you getting sick at the end of it. When he felt you lay beside him at night, all he wanted to do was roll over and grind down against your hips, just to show he wanted you bad. When he heard you in the shower, all he wanted to do was join you, and help you reach the places you couldn’t reach on your body. Something he loved to do.
* *
“Okay, so… I was definitely thinking of having Sophia as my maid of honour. Only because she’s my best friend and she’s been there for me for so long. Like, I definitely want her there as a big part to the ceremony itself,” you started, as you chewed on the end of the pencil in your hand, a force of habit Harry had learned to love throughout the years. “I always wanted to ask Eleanor if she wanted to come, but I don’t want that to be awkward on Louis,” you sighed, as Harry gave you knee a soft squeeze and sent you a warm smile.
“I’m sure Louis would understand if you wanted her there. I mean, you and her plus Sophia were pretty much inseparable when Louis was with her. I mean, even if she’s a guest, she’ll be happy to be there, right?” Harry offered, leaning forward for his mug of water. “Louis isn’t the one getting married, remember. We are. If you want El there, he’ll just have to man-up and take it…” He chuckled, watching as a soft smile etched its way onto your lips.
He was right.
You were the one getting married, and you could invite anyone you wanted to celebrate your special day. Eleanor was still a friend of yours, even if she and Louis were no more. She’d been your friend since the day she started being part of the 1D family, and when Sophia joined you both, you’d grown a strong bond between the three of you; a bond where you could go out and have a good time with no boyfriends and no fans bothering you.
“I mean, I want everyone to enjoy it. Obviously you and I need to have fun as well, as it is our special day. But, I feel like Eleanor won’t be so happy if she gets no invite. I feel awful… Like, I know Louis won’t mind, it’s just, I don’t want them to feel awkward and like they have to talk with one another, because I don’t want to force their friendship,” you sighed, rolling your head back against the back of the sofa. Your eyes closed and your cheeks puffing out in distress.
“Hey, don’t panic, baby. We’ve got this. I think it’ll be nice for her to come, ya’know? Catch up and all that. She’s another one who hasn’t let you down, yeah?” Harry reasoned, as he hitched one of his legs over his other, and let his foot hang limply. “Louis will just have to get through it. He doesn’t have to talk to her, remember,” Harry smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, “so stop worrying yourself, okay? This isn’t a final guest list, so we have time to rearrange everything. This is just the early days,” he whispered, dropping his forehead against your temple.
“I definitely want you sister as my bridesmaid, oh, and Lux too! Maybe Lux can be our flower girl or something? Or maybe she can be our little ring bearer, where she brings our rings to us,” you grinned, as you felt Harry breath out a soft chuckle.
“Lux would love that. She’d get to dress pretty and have make-up done and be around all of us for the day. She’d love it, baby,” he stated, as you nodded and tilted your head to his touch. “You know the night we had that argument? In Glasgow, was it? She was talking to me, ya’know, in her little babbly language, and she was begging to be in the wedding, bless her… She’ll be so happy. Maybe Lou could be your bridesmaid as well? That way Lux can walk down with her?” Harry suggested, as you gave him a curt smile and pressed a kiss to his nose.
“She’ll be so happy. She gets to be in her Uncle Harry’s wedding,” you grinned, as he blushed softly and ran his fingers up your hip. “Lou can be the hair stylist, yeah? Maybe we could have Lottie be in the wedding too? I mean, we’re really good friends with the families and stuff. Like, do we invite everyone?” You muttered, as Harry took the pencil from your hold and removed the notepad for your lap.
“Who have you written down so far?” Harry wondered, as he skimmed the wedding guest list and smiled softly. “You’ve written Alice down?” He gushed, as you nodded and placed a hand on his bare thigh, your thumb rubbing softly against the top of it, his skin soft beneath your touch. “Baby…”
“Harry, she was your childhood best friend. You can’t not have her there. She was so lovely when we went to your mums for Christmas dinner last year. Harry, we have to have her there!” You grinned, your giggle melding with his chuckle. “She was giving me some ideas on the wedding as well, when you were helping Robin in the garden and stuff. We were chatting with your mum and Gemma and yeah… We need to have her there, H. I know you’ll want her there,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his jawline.
“You’ve got Louis’ family down, and Liam’s and Niall’s. You’ve got Zayn down as well? You want him and Perrie there?” He wondered, as he pointed to where you had Zayn and Perrie written down with a question mark beside their names. “I mean, I have no issue with them being there. It’s just… None of us have spoken to him, so we’re getting the impression he doesn’t want us anymore,” Harry muttered, as he lifted his head up to stare at the blank TV screen. “I just get the feeling he won’t turn up…”
“Harry…”
“No, listen to me, (Y/N). I don’t think he’ll show up. So please, don’t waste your time, okay?” He muttered, as he looked back down at the guest list in his hand. “You’ve got your parents down, your aunts and uncles, cousins, grandparents. My grandad, as well. Uhm… My family, my cousins should be put down, obviously my mum is on there, and Robin. Gemma’s your bridesmaid so she’s down. Grimmy has been put down, well done for that. Uhm… What about friends? Childhood friends and stuff?” He wondered, as you shook your head and gave him a look.
“H, I don’t speak to any of them anymore. I don’t need them anymore anyway. I have my new best friends, so…” You shrugged, and sent him a warm smile. “I’ll tell you one person we haven’t got down,” you started, watching as Harry’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“Who?”
“Ed. How could we forget Ed?” You muttered, as Harry’s eye’s widened and his mouth fell agape. “God, Ed needs to be put down! We can’t not have him there, H!” You laughed, and grabbed the pencil from his hold and snatched the notepad from his lap.
“Wait. Wait. What if I had Ed be my best man?” Harry suggested, watching as your face broke out in a massive grin. Your eyes lighting up as you nodded happily. “So, the lads could be the groomsmen, but Ed be the best man. This means that he’ll organise a stable and stripper free stag night, okay? He’ll make it a sensible night, with no strippers. You can trust him,” Harry laughed, as you smacked the ankle that was hanging limply over his other leg. “Who knows, Soph might book you a male stripper. Heck, I may be your male stripper!” He winked, as you rolled your eyes and slapped his thigh softly.
“I have your naked body for the rest of my life, let me enjoy some other guy’s body,” you winked, as he gave you a gasp and clutched at his bare chest. “I’m joking, baby. I’d love for you to be my male stripper on my hen night,” you grinned, as you placed the notepad on the coffee table and dropped the pencil on top of it, before turning to face your fiancé in his naked glory.
“I was thinking about asking Ed, yeah. Like, he has a few shows at Wembley this weekend, so maybe we could go to his show and pop backstage and ask him? Maybe meet him for lunch or something?” Harry smiled, as you kicked your legs onto his lap and giggle when you felt his hands massage your calf muscles. “You’re free tomorrow night, yeah? He can get us backstage no problem, and then we can just ask him,” he suggested, sliding his phone from beneath his thigh.
“That sounds good. I think I’m meant to meet Soph for lunch tomorrow morning. Maybe I can ask her to be my maid of honour then? Then we can get both asked and answered the same day,” you grinned, reaching for his free hand and playing with his long and slender fingers. Twisting and touching at the rings on his middle finger. “Both will say yes, I am so sure of that, Harry,” you smiled, and watched as he typed away with his thumb.
* *
(The Following Morning)
A knock sounded around the house as Harry bundled down the stairs, the sounds of his feet padding down the stairs echoing around the kitchen you were stood in. The kettle whistling in the background as you fried the bacon in the pan in front of you, a plate of pancakes already made beside you. Chatter sounded from by the front door, adding in chuckles and a bang from the door.
“Babe! Ed’s here!” Harry called out from the front hallway, footsteps and shuffling being heard behind you. “He’s got a present for us,” he laughed, as he walked into the kitchen. The tiles cold against his bare feet as he stepped onto them and made his way over to where you were stood by the counter, hooking his arm around your waist, and pulling you into his body. “Food smells great, baby. I can take over from here.”
“Are you sure? You burnt the bacon last time, remember? The kitchen was full of smoke, H. I don’t want to have that again,” you muttered, as he twirled you around and pressed a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering longer than normal. “Come on. Let me finish off. Ed wants to see you,” Harry smiled, nodding over to where Ed was stood in the doorway of the kitchen, a grin on his face, “so go on and chat! He hasn’t seen you in like, forever!” Harry laughed, and took the spatula from your hand, and pressed another soft kiss to your cheek.
“Like, I love you guys, but stop making out in front of me. It’s quite disgusting,” Ed muttered, as he stepped into the cooler room and enveloped you into a warm hug, his scent strong yet warming. “Hey, love. How’ve you been?” He wondered, as he held you at arm’s length and gave you a massive grin. “You look well. You haven’t caught the lurgy from Harry then, huh?”
“She was a great nurse, Edward! Don’t you diss her,” Harry laughed, turning the knob of the cooker off and moving the frying pan of bacon to the back of the cooker. “This time I didn’t burn the bacon. I think it looks pretty tasty, if I do say so myself…” He laughed, as turned towards the kettle. “Ed, do you want anything to drink? Tea, coffee, milk? We have beer, if you want some of that?” Harry laughed, as Ed shook his head and rolled his eyes playfully.
“I’m alright, mate. I’m not staying long. I’ll let you and your missus have some alone time for breakfast. But, I’ll see you tonight, yeah? I got you two tickets, for standing, for the show tonight at Wembley Stadium. S’what you wanted right? With two backstage passes. They’ll let you back anyway, because they know who you are…” Ed laughed, as he nudged your arm lightly and handing the tickets to you. The green tickets making your smile erupt bigger and brighter.
“Thank you, Ed! We’ll see you tonight, yeah? Save some hugs!” You giggled, as you followed him out of the kitchen and through the sitting room to the front porch way. “Thank you so much for the tickets though. I’m sorry it’s such short notice, Ed. We were talking last night, and Harry suggested it,” you lied, as Ed chuckled lightly, and opened the front door.
“Honestly, it’s not a problem! Harry’s my best mate; I’d give him a ticket happily. Especially since he gets to bring you along, missus. I love getting to see you, ya’know?” He grinned, pressing a kiss to your forehead, before stepping out the house. “Get to the venue early, and come hang out backstage with me. My security will take good care of H, so… You can get good standing places,” he laughed, making you giggle softly.
“We’ll be sure to get there early-ish, Ed. Don’t worry. He’ll probably want to come backstage after the concert, and go to the bar at the stadium with you. I don’t know… It depends,” you smiled, and gave him a final hug. “We’ll see you later. I better get back inside before he eats all the bacon. He has a tendency to do that,” you giggled, as Ed ran off down the driveway to his car.
“See you later!”
“See you, Ed!” You called back, before closing the front door and laughing to yourself as Harry emerged round the corner, with two plates of bacon pancakes in his hands. “Oh, you saved me some this time?” You winked, taking the plate he was holding out to you, and taking a long inhale of the aroma.
“Of course. What type of fiancé would I be if I didn’t save my lovely lady some?” He smirked, as he made his way up the stairs, giving his bum a soft shake as he slowly took steps in hopes he wouldn’t lose his footing. “What time are you going to meet Soph? Because it’s 10am. I was thinking we could leave for Ed’s show at about 4ish? Does that sound okay?” Harry wondered, as you followed him up the stairs and into the bedroom.
His figure sat down on the edge of the bed, the plate resting on his lap as he began to cut up the pancakes and the bacon. You stood in the doorway, for a moment, to admire how he was. His hair was tied back and damp from his shower, the neck of his shirt speckled with water droplets, his neck shining under the light coming from the window. He was dressed in a old t-shirt, with a pair of baggy and loose boxer shorts on, his legs left bare and his toes curled up against the carpet. As he looked up, he smirked as he caught your wandering and staring eyes, his own eye winking at you and making your blush.
“Are you coming to sit with me, or are you just going to stare at me and make me feel uncomfortable?” He chuckled, your eyes widening as you realised you were caught in the act. You knew he loved it when you stared, because he could catch you out and make you flustered. He got to make you hot and bothered, and flushed under the collar. “I’m kidding, baby. Come on. I want some Harry+(Y/N) time before you leave me for an hour or two,” he whined, as you fell to the seat on the bed beside him.
* *
“The chicken and parmesan panini with a mug of the lemon ice tea,” the waiter smiles as he carries the tray in his hands. He places the tray down in front of you, as the second waiter places Sophia’s meal in front of her. “If there are any problems, please don’t hesitate to give us a call over. Enjoy your meals,” he smiles, giving you a warm nod before shuffling away and back into the kitchen at the back of the small restaurant in Central London. The food was warm and smelt delicious, and a giggle left your lips as you watched Sophia lick her lips.
“This smells so good, right? Liam can’t make meatball subs like this!” Sophia cries out happily, as she picks on half of the panini up, and takes a bite from the bread. “Holy meatballs, (Y/N)! These are amazing paninis. How did you find this place?” She laughed, as she put the bitten half down and reached for her lemon ice tea.
“This was the place where Harry took me for our first date 5 years ago. It’s good, isn’t it? Nice and secluded, and quiet. It’s also hidden away and no paparazzi can see us in here. It’s great. The food is wonderful,” you smiled, as you took a bite from your own panini and chewed at the chicken and chewy parmesan. “So, there was something I wanted to ask you, Soph,” you started, her eyes widening as she put her glass down and folded her arms on top of the table. Her upper body hunching over as she gave you a worried look. “Don’t look so worried. I think it’s incredible…”
“Well, tell me!”
“So, me and you have been best friends for ages, right? And we promised we’d be there for each other’s special moments, like marriage and labour and stuff… So, I wanted to ask you something that I hope you’ll say yes too, Sophia Smith,” you grinned widely, as she gulped visibly and covered her face. “I want you to be my maid of honour! What do you say?” You grinned, as a cheeky and wide mouthed grin erupted on her face.
“Are you serious right now? (Y/N), oh my god! Of course I will! I’d love to be your maid of honour! Jesus Christ, come here!” She cries out happily, standing up with her arms open wide. “You have made my day, (Y/N)! Holy crap, give me a hug!” She laughed, as you stood up and wrapped your arms around her neck. “I’m so glad you asked me, oh my gosh! I thought you would have asked Gemma or something. But me? You really want me to be your maid of honour? Oh my god!”
“Of course I want you to be my maid of honour! Soph, you’re my best friend! I want you to have a big part in my special day. I had a long talk with Harry, and he thought that you were better than Gemma, simply because Gemma’s going to be my sister-in-law and she’s already started helping us with the wedding. You get to just be there on the day, and you can organise my hen party and you’re my back up plan. If I can’t get anything right, you’re the one I go to,” you grinned, as she hugged you tighter to her body, “you also need to come dress shopping with me so we can get the colours your dress to match, yeah?” You smiled, as she nodded quickly and gushed again.
“Oh, I am so happy! I’ll be sure to ask you as my maid of honour when me and Liam get married!”
* *
“You look absolutely beautiful, my lovely lady. How on earth have I bagged such a beautiful woman?” Harry smirked, as he watched you stand from the stool at the island in the middle of the kitchen. “You look gorgeous, baby. Is that my flannel?” He wondered, as he tugged at the hem of the flannel*** hanging down your shoulders, as a cover-up for your white tank top. “These are the jeans*** I brought your for Christmas, aren’t they? I knew they’d fit you perfectly, eh? Have I got good taste or what?” He chuckled, as he trailed his hands your back and tucked his fingers into the jeans resting on both sides of your bum. His hands slowly curling and groping softly at your fleshy skin.
“Harry Styles! Are you groping me?” You winked, giving his bum a soft slap. A giggle leaving your lips as he jolted forwards and pouted softly. “You look very beautiful yourself, baby. This shirt is one I’ve never seen. Is this a new purchase or what?” You smiled, as you brought your hands up and over his broad shoulders, the shirt*** thin and almost silky like. “I like this. I might have to nick it…”
“Oh, what I would do to wake up to this on your body… The only piece of clothing on your body,” he winked, as he pressed a kiss to your hairline. “So, are you ready to go? I promised Ed we’d be there for 4. It’s quarter to. Let’s get going!” He cheered, as he linked your fingers together and pulled you to the front door.
“Wait… I need shoes, H. I can’t go with none one, baby,” you giggled, as he stopped by the front door and chuckled lightly. “Have you got comfy shoes on, babe? I don’t want you moaning because we’re standing and you’ll get sore feet. I’m not, and I repeat not, giving you another foot massage. No way,” you muttered, sitting on to the bottom step and slipping your white converse trainers onto your feet.
* *
“Ed, mate! We got caught in traffic! Jesus, we caught you just in time!” Harry breathed out, his hands flat against his thighs as he hunched over and tried to catch his breath. “God, we ran the whole way from the car park, Ed. We need to- We need to ask you something,” Harry wheezed, as you rubbed his back with your palm.
“Harry, mate. Calm it. Jesus, you never were a fit one, were you?” Ed teased, as he clapped Harry on the back of his shoulder, and laughed softly. “What’s up, though? I’m genuinely worried now. Are you asking me to take your missus and marry her because you’re dying and wasting your last few breaths?” He laughed, as Harry gave him an amused laugh.
“Ha ha, Edward. You’re hilarious. No. It’s a serious question, that me and my lovely lady have been thinking about a lot,” Harry started, as he straightened up, and took Ed’s shoulders into his palms. “Edward Sheeran, would you like to be the best man at my wedding?” He grinned, as Ed’s eyes widened. The guitar that Ed had been holding was immediately handed to the stage crew, before he pulled Harry into a tight hug and gave him a pat on the back.
“Are you being series, Styles? I thought Louis or Liam, or even Niall, would have been the best man! Harry, thank you!” Ed gushed, as he squeezed Harry tightly. “Of course I’ll be the best man! Jesus, of course! Oh my gosh…” He cried out, as he unhooked himself from the tall, lanky, curly haired fellow and pulled you into his arms. “Thank you, missus. Thank you for saying yes to him, and making him the happiest man ever. Thank you for asking me to be his best man, thank you, thank you. God, thank you!” He grinned, peppering kisses across your face and breathing frantically.
“Ed, calm down! My goodness, it’s okay! We’re so happy you said yes!” You grinned, as you cupped his cheeks in your hands and brought his cheek to your lips. “Thank you, Ed. Go an rock the show. We’ll be right by the stage watching,” you winked, as he gave you one final hug and a kiss to your cheek. “One thing though, no strippers at his stag do! I don’t want any strippers around, do you understand me?” You warned, watching Ed turn his head to look at your fiancé with wide eyes. “I’m serious…”
“No strippers, I promise. No strippers.”
* *
(Tenerife Sea, Ed Sheeran)
“Now, I want to dedicate this one to my charming best friend and his fiancée who should be down by the stage, over here,” Ed said, his voice being carried out around the stadium, his eyes scanning the crowd to where you and Harry were stood together, mingling with a few fans of both One Direction and Ed Sheeran. “Harry, give me a wave! I can’t see you! This is ironic, because you’re like a giant…” Ed laughed, the stadium erupting with laughter as Harry gave a curt wave to where Ed was standing. “Oh, there he is! Hi, mate! Where’s the missus?” Ed wondered, as you peeked out from the crowd of fans in front of the two of you. “There she is! Now, as you know, Harry and (Y/N) have recently gotten engaged, and just backstage before the show, Harry asked me to be his best man,” Ed grinned, as the camera panned into where you and Harry were standing, fan turning to face the both of you.
“Congratulations guys!”
“We’re so glad you’re happy, Harry!”
“(Y/N), you’re so lucky!”
“Of course, I said yes! Harry’s my best friend, so obviously I wouldn’t miss the opportunity to take up the best man role. I’ve got some stories up my sleeves to share with your darling soon-to-be wife, Harold,” he smirked, watching as Harry stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, his face buried into the crook of your neck. “I’d just love to say a quick thanks to him! Now… This is Tenerife Sea!”
The chords begun to play out around the stadium, as a few lights came on with a sway. Harry’s arms wrapped tightly around you as he began to sway the two of you from side to side, his lips grazing your ear as he softly sung the lyrics as Ed echoed them out around the space.
“You look so wonderful in your dress, I love your hair like that, the way it falls on the side of your neck, down your shoulders and back,” Harry sung, his voice melodic and soft, almost like a lullaby as he nudged his nose against your temple. As it carried out, fans were beginning to coo and gush over the sight behind them, as the two of you swayed to the side with his voice being the only one you were hearing around the large stadium. “I’m so in love, so in love, so in love, so in love,” Harry whispered, as you turned in his arms, and wrapped your arms around his neck.
“I love you, Harry. I love you so much,” you whispered, bringing his head down and pressing your lips to his as Ed sung the rest of Tenerife Sea, the melody soft and slow as you and Harry made out among the fans around you.
“I love you too, baby. I love you too,” he whispered against your lips, his nose nudging against yours as the song came to the near end, Harry’s lips swollen and red but kissable and soft and fleshy.
Boy, he loved you so much.

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