Harry sighed as he walked through the door into his and Louis' house, slipping off his shoes. It had been a long day, and he was looking forward to having dinner and relaxing with Louis.
"Lou? I'm home!"
Harry heard shuffling from the living room, and looked up to see Louis stumble into the hallway a moment later. He smiled at Harry, playing with his, Harry's, sweater, pulling the sleeves over his hands. Harry mentally cooed at the adorable sight, but noticed that Louis seemed almost nervous.
"H-hey Hazza. I uh, think I might have uh... I... forgot what i was supposed to say. Your hair seems curlier today. Kind of like when we first met~" Louis started to trail off.
And possibly drunk Harry guessed.
"Have you been drinking, Lou?"
"-carrots. Huh? Oh, eh, maybe? I mean who knows? Maybe someone just drugged me. Like the neighbour's cat."
Definitely drunk then.
"Alright then, love. Have you had dinner yet?" Harry asked, leading Louis to the kitchen.
After dinner, which Harry cooked, because Louis cooking while drunk is even more dangerous than sober, they went to the living room.
"Wanna watch a movie, love? Maybe... Love Actually?" Harry asked, sitting down on the couch.
Louis stopped and suddenly seemed to lose all color in his face as his hands found their way into the pockets of his sweatpants.
Harry frowned at him and quickly stood in front of him.
"Lou? Are you feeling okay?"
Louis blinked at Harry before suddenly falling to the ground, nearly giving the younger man a heart attack before realizing he was on one knee.
Harry watched in confusion, amusement, and shock as Louis fumbled to pull a ring out of his pocket.
"Haz?" Louis asked, looking up into Harry's eyes, who saw an immense amount of love in Louis' beautiful blue eyes.
I wonder if he planned a speech...
Louis took a deep breath. "Harry, I love you. Will you marry me?"
Harry sighed and knelt next to his drunk lover. He took Louis' small hands in his own and rolled down his sleeves.
"Louis, love, how do I say this..."
Louis looked so sad, hopeful and adorable that Harry almost wanted to simply say yes. Well, almost.
Instead, he raised Louis' left hand up with his, showing two shiny, matching rings.
"We're already married, Louis."
Harry started to regret it when he saw tears form in Louis' eyes.
"Is that a no, then?"