“So we’re on the same page?”
Louis chuckles. “Are we having a relationship talk?”
“Ten years in the making.”
“In the bathroom of all places.”
Harry shrugs. “It’s fitting. We met in a bathroom.”
“That’s fair,” Louis allows. “Are you going to pee on me again?”
He takes Harry’s hands in his own, intertwines their fingers. “I love you,” he says. “I don’t want anyone else. Even before I knew I loved you, I knew I didn’t want anyone else. The thought of you with anyone else made me physically sick to my stomach. One day I will marry you.” He looks down at the newest addition to Harry’s rings and touches it lightly with one finger. “Consider this a placeholder for the time being.”