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Harry is 16 in some shitty ass hotel room in god knows where, smelling like sweat and weed, adrenaline still pleasantly fizzing through his body post-concert and he is hopelessly, desperately, ass over tits in love with the boy dancing in his arms. Shania Twain is crooning some love song over the radio that Harry is only half listening to and Louis is spinning him in slow steady circles in the gentle glow of the light-up mini bar.
The song fades out and the radio host's voice fills the room “i hope you are all enjoying your night, here is another song for all the sappy fuckers still up at this goddamn time” Harry feels Louis huff out a gentle bit of laughter as he presses up impossibly closer to Harry's body, his arms looping around his lower back and his head bending so it fits in the crook of Harry's neck his hair tickling the bottom of his jaw. As the song starts Harry hears a familiar piano melody and a steady drum beat fills the room he freezes. He feels Louis slowly raise his head from Harry's neck and kiss the side of his neck a smile on his lips as he whispers the first line directly into Harry's ear,
Its a beautiful night, we’re looking for something dumb to do Hey baby, i think i wanna marry you
Harry sucks in a sharp breath at the words his knees buckling slightly
Is it the look in your eyes or is it this dancing juice?
Louis tightens his arms around Harry and noses his way up, pressing a fleeting kiss to Harrys jaw and whispering the next line directly over Harrys lips
Who cares, baby, I think I wanna marry you
And Harry's officially lost it, he’s dead, utterly rendered speechless and stupid. He surges into Louis locking his arms around his neck and kissing him, Louis makes a muffled sound of surprise, his mouth opening under Harry’s. The kiss turns lazy after that, lips sucking in slow unhurried motions their heads tilting opposite ways. Harry pulls back and watches Louis slowly blink his eyes open, his face is flushed a pretty shade of pink and Harry can’t help but surge back in to dot feather light kisses where the colour is the strongest.
The chorus comes back around again and louis’ arm snakes up harrys back and into his hair and he gently tugs his head forward until their foreheads rest against each other.
Cause its a beautiful night, we’re looking for something dumb to do Hey baby, i think i wanna marry you
They sing the words into each other's mouths, giddy smiles on their faces
Is it the look in your eyes or is it this dancing juice?
Louis gives a little swivel of his hips, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief and love, crinkling in the corners
Who cares, baby, I think I wanna marry you.