The Wedding planner

3

He went to the dance studio Miss Calder had told him she was taking lessons at to meet her and her fiance. He hadn't heard from Louis but it had only been one day so there was still hope. Otherwise, he just had to call him himself.

He walked into the studio and spotted Eleanor. She waved and smiled.
"Harry! I want you to meet my fiance. Where is he? Tommo! Come and greet our wedding planner."

A man was standing by the coffee with his back turned to them and Harry wrinkled his eyebrows. There was something oddly familiar about him. Then the man turned around and Harry let out a surprised gasp. Louis's eyes grew wide in shock as well but he composed himself and walked over to them and extended a hand.
"Hi there, I'm Louis. Nice to meet you."

Harry put on a blank face and shook his hand.
"Hi, I'm Harry. It's a pleasure." He managed to get out between gritted teeth. He couldn't believe this scumbag.

Eleanor put her arm around Louis's waist.
"I'm glad you too finally meet."

"Why do you call him Tommo?" Harry blurted out.

"I don't know. His last name is Tomlinson. I have always called him Tommo." Eleanor answered.

Harry glared at Louis who pretended to not see him. The dance instructor entered the room just as Eleanor's phone rang.
"It's my mum. Just dance with Harry. I'll be right back. Okay?" Eleanor said and answered the phone and walked out of the room.

As soon as she left Harry turned to Louis.
"I can't believe you!"

"What?" Louis questioned.

"You're getting married!" Harry growled angrily.

"Yes." Louis answered.

"But... You're gay!" Harry pointed out.

"That's one hell of an assumption. I'm not gay. Not that it's any of your business, but I'm bisexual." Louis answered.

"Come on! Grab your partner, it's time to dance." The dancing instructor yelled and clapped his hands.

Louis took a step forward and put his hand on Harry's back and grabbed his hand.
"What are you doing?" Harry questioned.

"This is a dance class." Louis pointed out.

"Can you even dance?" Harry questioned.

"Please, I ballroom danced from the age of seven. Try and keep up." Louis snorted and started to lead him in a tango.

Not gay, huh? Harry had also ballroom danced in his youth so he had no trouble dancing with Louis even if he usually was the one who lead.
"Why did you come to the park?"

"Why not? Your friend invited me and it sounded like fun. I haven't seen a movie in ages and I had nothing better to do. I had no idea he would leave like that, but it's not like I did anything wrong." Louis answered while they swirled their way over the dance floor.

"We had a moment! We almost kissed!" Harry argued upset.

"But we didn't." Louis answered.

"Because of the rain!" Harry replied.

"That, and the fact that I wouldn't have let it go that far. You're an attractive guy Harry but I'm getting married." Louis said.

The music faded out and Louis dipped Harry backward in a final pose. They stared at each other angrily but then everyone in the room started to clap their hands.
"That's what I'm talking about!" The dance teacher yelled.

They stood up and Eleanor came running up to them.
"Great dancing hun. My mum has found a vineyard we need to check out later today."

"A vineyard? Oh, okay." Louis answered.

"I gotta go. I'll see you two tomorrow." Harry said politely, dying to get out of there.

"What? No, you have to come with us to check out the vineyard." Eleanor protested.

"Really?" Harry mumbled.

"Of course. Who, better than you can establish if it's perfect for our wedding or not?" Eleanor giggled.

"Ehm, yeah, okay." Harry agreed.

They walked to the car and Harry sat in the back.
"I decide to push the wedding forward a month." Eleanor said.

"Wait, what? So you're getting married next month now?" Harry asked in disbelief.

"Yes, will that be a problem?" Eleanor asked.

"Ehm, no. We'll just have to speed things up." Harry answered.

"Good. Hun, I brought a cd so we can choose our wedding song." Eleanor said and pressed play on the stereo.

Harry hid his smirk. They didn't even have a song? He listened in on their conversation. I will always love you with Whitney Houston was currently playing.

"I just love this." Eleanor said.

"Isn't it a bit sad?" Louis questioned.

Eleanor skipped to the next one, My endless love.
"Too cheesy." Louis laughed.

The next song on the track was Wind beneath my wings.
"This is perfect! Right hun?" Eleanor said excitedly.

"Uhm, sure. Whatever you want." Louis mumbled.

Harry tried not to laugh. So clichè. He noticed Louis looking at him through the rear mirror. He turned his eyes to the road, ignoring him.

The vineyard was just outside London. Louis parked the car and they went to check it out. An employee came to greet them and Harry smiled in surprise.
"Zayn? You work here?"

"Harry! Yeah. Hi!" Zayn greeted back.

"You two know each other?" Eleanor questioned.

"I'm Harry's future husband." Zayn joked with a wink in Harry's direction.

Louis let out a loud snort.
"Really?" He asked, looking unamused.

"No, stop it Zayn. Ehm, we met yesterday. My Scrabble friends introduced us." Harry hurried to explain, cheeks turning pink.

"Scrabble?" Louis questioned.

"Yeah, I play Scrabble every week with some friends." Harry answered, not really knowing why he felt the need to clarify that.

"Sounds boring." Eleanor pointed out.

"Yeah, ehm, let's check this place out." Harry replied.

Zayn joined them and answered their questions.
"What do you think?" Eleanor asked Louis.

"Beautiful but it's really big." Louis replied.

"I love it." Eleanor said.

"Well, okay, yeah, I guess it's alright then." Louis said with a shoulder shrug.

"Yaaaay!" Eleanor screamed and threw herself at Louis.

They checked with Zayn for a date and they were lucky. The vineyard was free for booking on the last Saturday of June.

When they were on their way back Harry started to talk about all the preparations that needed to be done before the wedding.
"You and Louis can take care of a lot of that next week." Eleanor said.

"What? What about you?" Harry asked.

"I'm gonna go away for spa treatments for a week, but there's a lot to do before the wedding, so the two of you will have to start." Eleanor answered.

Great. Just fucking great.