The Night is Changing Overhead- Larry

I Want You Close

Pink delphiniums, yellow freesias, and white baby's breaths, were intricately adorned in Harry's curls. During his time in Holmes Chapel over Christmas, Gemma had managed to teach Harry how to French braid his hair. It was a work in progress but eventually, he managed to get it.

Harry stood in front of the vanity that hung above the sink, his fingers adjusting the final stem of freesia behind his ear. The braid draped against the right side of his neck, the end just barely passed his collarbone. Loose tendrils were artfully hung in front of his ears.

For New Year's Eve, Radio 1 was hosting a Black Tie event at the Royal Opera House. Since Nick hosted The Breakfast Show, he was able to invite a small group of people along with him. It was arguably one of the most exclusive events of the year and Harry still wasn't convinced that his name would be on the guest list.

That evening, Harry decided to wear a simple fitted black suit. Underneath the blazer, he wore a sheer black shirt that showed off the array of tattoos on his upper body. A month or so prior to the night, Harry had bought a pair of gold boots that had a small brown heel. He figured that they added a bit more to the ensemble.

A quick succession of knocks sounded at the front door. "Coming," Harry yelled as he pocketed his wallet, phone, and keys. He took a few quick strides to the door, his stomach twisting from anticipation.

Harry pulled open the door to reveal a very well-dressed Louis. He wore a black suit that accentuated the curve of his waist and hugged his strong thighs. His dress shirt was white and the collar had fine black lining at the top. A silk handkerchief was neatly sitting in his breast pocket.

"You look amazing," Harry uttered into the quiet corridor, his eyes raking back up to look at Louis' freshly shaved face. His hair was styled into a quiff and Harry could tell that he had gotten a haircut for the event.

Louis was looking at him almost dumbfounded. "Hazza, you look gorgeous," he marveled. He took a step closer and lightly ran his fingers along Harry's braid. "My perfect boy," Louis murmured as Harry leaned into the touch.

"Oh!" Harry exclaimed, taking a step back inside the studio. He heard Louis follow him inside and then close the door behind him. Harry walked to the kitchen and pulled open the fridge door, pulling out a plastic container. "You don't have to wear it if you don't want to but," Harry shrugged and handed the container to Louis, "thought it might be nice to match."

Inside of the plastic container was a pink delphinium boutonniere. Louis popped open the lid and pulled it out. Harry was biting his bottom lip, just barely resisting the urge to run his fingers through his hair.

"Well?" Louis said expectantly.

Harry awkwardly rocked on his heels, "Well...what?"

Louis rolled his eyes playfully and gestured the boutonniere towards Harry, "Well, aren't you going to put it on me?"

A giddy feeling was trampling inside of Harry as he gently took the flower out of Louis' hand. He picked up the push pin from the container and carefully attached the boutonniere onto the lapel of Louis' jacket. When it was set, Harry stared at it for a moment before looking up at Louis.

"S'beautiful, thank you," Louis beamed. Harry grinned back at him and bent down, pausing for a second before kissing Louis. Louis laid his palm flat against Harry's chest, his nails lightly digging into the smooth skin.

Harry quickly kissed Louis in three rapid successions before pulling back. Louis was grinning as he looked down to admire the flowers pinned to his chest.

"Ready?" Harry asked as he intertwined his fingers between Louis'. Louis nodded and they began to make their way out of the studio, down the flights of stairs, and to Louis' SUV that was parked across the street.