After (Larry Version)

~*Chapter 94*~

Clearly trying to change the subject, Harry asks, "So now that we have now that we have our own place, I assume you don't want to stay at my father's house tonight still?"
I force Zayn's beaten face to the back of my mind. "You'd assume correctly." I smile. "Unless Karen asks us to, you know I won't say no," I tell him.
I am nervous to see Des after what Harry told me last night. I am trying to clear it from my mind, but it's harder to accomplish than I thought.
"Oh, I almost forgot," he says and reaches for the radio.

I look over at him and he holds his finger up to tell me to wait. "I decided to give the Fray another try," he informs me.
"Really? And when did you decide this?" I question.
"Well, after our first date at the stream, but I didn't open the CD until last week," he admits.
"That was not a date," I tease and he chuckles.
"You let you hand job. I would say that's a date."
He grabs my hand as I try to swat him and kisses my palm. I giggle and wrap my fingers around his slender ones. Images of me lying on the wet T-shirt while Harry gave me my first orgasm flood my thoughts and Harry .
"That was fun, huh?" he boasts and I laugh.
"Anyway, tell me your evolved opinion on the Fray," I request.

"Well, they are not so bad, actually. There is one song that really sticks with me."
Now I am even more curious. "Really?"
"Yeah..." he says and his eyes flicker to the road before he presses the button on his radio. Music floods through the small space and I immediately smile.
"It's called 'Never Say Never,' " Harry says, as if it's new information to me and not already one of my favorites.

We listen to the lyrics silently and I can't fight the silly grin on my face. I know he is slightly embarrassed by playing this song for me, so I don't discuss it. I simply enjoy this tender moment with Harry .
The rest of the drive is filled with Harry flipping through songs on the album, telling me what he thinks of each one. This small but meaningful gesture means more to me than he will ever know. I love these moments when he shows me a new side of himself. This side is one of my new favorites.

When we arrive at his father's house, the street is full of cars. Stepping out, I feel the crisp wind blow through me, and I shiver. The thin jacket that came with my suit isn't very much protection against the cold. my suit doesn't offer me and much protection, really. Hardin shrugs out of his jacket and lays it over my shoulders. It's surprisingly warm and smells like him, my favorite scent.
"Well... look at you being such a gentleman. Who would have thought?" I tease.
"Don't make me take you back to the car and fook you," he says, and I make a noise between a gasp and squeak, which he finds very amusing.

"Here put my phone in the coat pocket." He says giving it to.
The small screen holds the picture of me that he snapped while I was talking to him in the room. My lips are slightly parted and my eyes are full of life. My cheeks have a warm glow,it's strange to see myself that way. This is what he does to me—he makes me come alive.
"I love you," I tell him and put it the pocket of jacket, without putting him on the spot about his new background.
Inside, Des and Karen's large house is full of people, and Harry grips my hand tightly after retrieving his jacket and putting it back on.

"Let's try to find Liam ," I suggest.
Harry gives me a nod and leads the way. We end up finding his stepbrother in the living room next to the china cabinet that replaced the one Harry broke the first night I came here. Which seems so long ago. Liam is surrounded by a group of men who all look to be at least sixty, and one of them has his hand on Liam's shoulder. A smile appears on his face when he spots us, and he excuses himself from their conversation. He looks very handsome in a suit similar to Harry .
"Whoa, I never thought I'd live to see you in a suit and tie." Liam laughs."

"If you keep talking about it, you won't live much longer," Harry threatens, but there's humor behind his words as he smiles. I can tell he is warming up to Liam , and that makes me happy. Liam is one of my closest friends, and I really care for him.
"My mother will be thrilled. And Louis , you look beautiful," he says and pulls me in for a hug. Harry doesn't let go of my hand while I try to hug Liam back, so I do my best with one arm.
"Who are all these people?" I ask. I know Des and Karen have been here only a little over a year, so it's astounding that there are at least two hundred people here.
"Most of them are Des' friends from the university, and the rest are friends and family. I only know about half of them." He laughs. "Would you guys like a drink? Everyone will be going outside in about ten minutes."
"Whose bright idea was it to have an outdoor wedding in December?" Harry complains.
"My mother's," Liam says. "Besides, the tents are heated, obviously." He looks around at the crowd, then back at Harry . "You should go let your father know that you are here. He's upstairs. My mother is hiding somewhere with my aunt."
"Um... I think I'll just stay down here," Harry replies."