Louis, Harry and Harold

Meeting H again?

Sadly, Harry was correct. I can't back out of this. When I got home mum was so happy. Going on and on about how selfless I was being. Talking about how much easier life was going to be for her.

Needless to say it's been a week. I am getting married.

Liam is staring at me confusedly from a corner of the room. I told him everything. He understands why I'm going through with this but, he doesn't understand.
You get what I'm saying?

Like, he'd prefer if I didn't go through with this. But, he still supports me. I hear a knock at the door, so I run to answer it.

It's Harry!

He seems super shy, as he plays with his tie. When he stops staring at his feet, I can see his eyes.

They're brighter today. Not forest green, they're emerald green.

"Nice contacts, they look cute on you." He seems scared.

"Y-you are very o-observent. H-hopefully that won't cause t-too many problems. Of course he noticed our eyes!" He whispers the last sentence, as though there is someone right behind him. I don't think I was supposed to hear that last sentence.

He's visibly shaking.

"Are you ok?" He shakes his head almost, too quickly. I reach my hands forward to hold his. He stops shaking and, his breathing evens out.I speak calmly, as I rub circles into his hand with my thumb. "It's ok. Try to relax. Just breathe in, and out. Alright?" He nods.

He seems different today, it's strange, last time he was a complete jerk. Toady he seems scared of the air he breathes. Apparently Liam is confused too. He walks over to me and leans against my shoulder to whisper something.

"So, this is the lad you were terrified of last week? I'm not buying it."

Me either, if I'm honest.

"Oh, hi." His voice sounds lighter,more child like. Last week it was rough and deep. "S'rry, I just wanted to say, Ahem I know we don't know each other very well. Or, at all. But, I just want you to know that I am going to try my best to be good to you. For you, with you. Whichever, actually makes sense. "

"Uhm, thanks, I will do the same ." He seems relieved by my answer.

He leans forward a bit, and I lean forward too. Almost hypnotically.
"Can I ask you something?"

I blink, it's not like I expected a kiss or something. I take a deep breath to calm my racing heart.

"Yes?" I hope I sound encouraging, not annoyed.

His eyebrows furrow. 

"Do I look stupid?"

This is the first time I've looked at what he's wearing. He is in a dark colored suit with gold swirls on it. He looks beautiful, quite princely.

"No, you look amazing Harry. You look like a prince." Harry beams at that.

And OMG his dimples! He has dimples! My future husband has dimples!

Liam pipes up then. "A prince you'll be seeing in five minutes." I roll my eyes, he just had to interrupt us.

Us? Whatever.

I turn back to Harry with my best smile and he suddenly, looks nervous as he speaks.
"One more thing, I prefer to be called Harold. If that's ok with you. Imeanyoucancallmewhateverb-"

"Okay, ok." I interrupt his rambling with a smile."If you want to be called Harold, I will call you that. It's ok alright?"

He smiles, unsurely."Yeah?"
"Yeh, now go I'll see you in five."
"K, erm bye. " Liam closes the door behind him.
"Welllllll, he was something." Liam pulls his jacket on, walking over to try and touch up my hair.