The Record Player (Harry Styles X Louis Tomlinson)

The record player lovers

Damn it. Harry lifted his finger and sucked on his finger, trying to drain the blood from the wound. These shelves are way too dangerous, he thought to himself. The wood is falling to bits. Harry picked up what he was trying to get from the shelf carefully, not wanting to get another splinter.
"You alright Harold?", called out Louis from the other room, concern laced into his voice.
" I'm fine you, nothing you need to worry about", Harry replied, walking into the room and placing the object he found on the table with a triumphant smile. The concern on Louis' face was now replaced with a look of confusion.
"Our old record player?"
Harry lifted the lid and wiped the dust off the front, the dust blowing up into his face making him start sneezing rapidly. Wiping his nose, Harry picked up the record that he also found on the shelf, blowing over it once before placing it in the record player. Harry turned it on and an old song that they both remembered started to play.
"Isn't this the song that was playing when we first met?", Louis asked, moving to stand up next to Harry and place his hand on Harry's waist.
"I'm surprised you remembered", Harry replied, wrapping his arms around Louis' neck and closing his eyes, feeling them start to sway to the beat of the music.
"Of course I do Harold", Louis replied, pulling Harry so close that their noses were nearly touching.
"I remember it because its the day I fell in love with you", Louis whispered, suddenly darting in for a kiss. Of course Harry kissed back, pulling the boy in his arms unbelievably closer.
"I remember it like yesterday, I came up to you and wooed you with my ruggish charm, then got on one knee and asked you to dance", Louis said in a joking matter.
" mhm, of course I couldn't say no, your 'ruggish charm got the better of me"
Loius tilted his head back and laughed, wondering to himself how he found such a perfect man. After he regained his composure, Louis smiled and pulled Harry into a kiss, showing how he truly felt for the man in front of him. Breaking their embrace, Harry turned back to the record player, watching as the record slowly spun in place. He then spotted the title of the song on the disc. Record player lovers. Harry let out a deep chuckle as Louis came up next to him, cracking a smile as he saw what his lover was laughing at.
"That title is " the story or our life", wouldn't you say Harold?", Louis said jokingly. Harry proceeded to bury his head into Louis' neck in despair.
"Why did I have to marry someone with such a bad taste in humour?", he asked. Louis wrapped his long arms around the slender boy, enjoying the feeling of Harry's curls against his chin.
'Cmon Hazza, we both know you love me", he teased. Harry lifted his head and planted a soft kiss on the older boys slightly chapped lips as a way of replying. Louis grinned, knowing just what the answer was.