Jul 22, 2015
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
He’s had the ring for months now. It’s actually unbelievable that he hasn’t asked Louis yet, because the question pops into his head at least three times a day. Just last night, he’d arrived home to a sleepy Louis in bed, who’d mumbled, “fuck you you fucking wanker” after he’d made too much noise in the bathroom, and Harry’s first thought had been, Marry me.
by: imsosorry
notes: this gave me a lot of feelings and made me want to write for days