Zayn and Harry walked hand and hand past all their friends as family as they threw rice, Harry's giggling wildly as he clung to his new husband, his crooked teeth showing.
Zayn smiled, loving the way things were. With the family, his life, and most importantly, his baby boy who loved him unconditionally. Who he would now spend the rest of his life with, forever and always, in there happily ever after.
"Let's go party!" Louis shouted, standing in front of his friends. They had decided not to be classy, and just have fun. Today was the best day of Harry and Zayn's life and it would be everything they dreamt of, which was a fun time with their friends, no rules to abide by.
"Party!" Harry shouted, pulling Zayn along the pathway. There was a large deck laid out with a top over it in the middle of the Tomlinsons backyard, strands of lights around it. The sun was already setting so the glow from the lights shined on everyone's faces, party dresses and messy hair spread on the dance floor. Not dancing, just jumping around, celebrating the union of Harry and Zayn.
"C'mon guys, let settle down!" Jay laughed, pulling everyone attention to the front. Jay picked up a glass of champagne, handing one to Harry and Zayn who stood at the front.
Everyone else was handed ether a glass, or a beer, their eyes still locked on the couple.
"A few years ago, I clocked in for my night job at London bridge medical and meet a stuttering, blubbering fool, caring his little brother in his arms," Zayn blushed deeply, hiding his face in Harry's neck. "Little did I know, those two angels would become my sons, who I cherished and adored, and not in a million years, would I have thought, I would watch them grow up, get married and be standing here before you all, still my little boys."
Harry smiled up at Zayn, pouting his lips for Zayn to kiss him and Zayn couldnt deny that face. "So, without further ado, here's to a happily ever after, to Harry and Zayn Tomlinson!"
Yes, Tomlinson.
Zayn wanted nothing to do with their past life, which meant changing everything, including their last name. They were Tomlinsons, this was there family, and it was where they belonged.
Zayn looked down at their intertwined hands, Harry's ring pressed between Zayn's fingers. This was where he was meant to be. This was why he was born, to make the boy who made everyone happy, happy himself. And Harry was, god he was so happy.
Everyone thought otherwise but Harry did understand what this meant. He was bound to Zayn, his other half and nothing was going to come between them.
Everyone raised there glasses, large smiled on their faces. "To the Tomlinsons!"
~*~
And the night carried on like that. Everyone congratulating the new couple, hugging them and having a regular old cocktail hour.
Harry munched on shrimp and varieties of foods, Zayn giggling at his husband who stuffed his cheeks, his goofy smile sparkling.
"Ohh," Everyone gasped, making a gap on the dance floor where they all stood, socializing.
A chief rolled a large table onto the hardwood floor, a blue cake perched on top of the white table cloth. "Oh my..." Harry gasped, tugging on Zayn's sleeve. "I see baby,"
Harry pulled his husband over to the cake, peoples cameras flashing. "Ready to cut the cake?" Zayn asked, standing behind Harry, his arms wrapped around him, picking up the cake cutter.
They went over this once and Harry remembered what to do. He held the knife with Zayn, pressing it to the cake and cutting, pulling out a piece and setting it on a plate were Harry picked up the plate...doing just what Louis had told him to do, and smashed it in Zayn's face who gasped, the icing and cake sticking to his face.
Everyone laughed, Harry giggling. "Louis put you up to this didn't he," Zayn chuckled, whipping some off his face and eating it. "Mmm," he mumbled.
Harry stuck his finger on Zayn's face, wiping up some of the cake and bringing his finger to his lips.
Zayn laughed, grabbing Harry's waist and everyone cheered when their lips pressed together, Harry's face covering in the cake.
~*~
Later after everyone had settled, Liam and Louis pushed Zayn and Harry onto the dance floor, the lights dimming to an almost blue color, Harry smiling gently while Zayn took his hand, weaving their fingers together, there wedding bands lining up. There crowns were discarded on a table somewhere, Zayn's being bigger than Harry's.
They then shared their first dance, Harry's head rested on Zayn's broad shoulder as the Dj played a song through the speakers, The Civil Wars, 'Safe and Sound' streaming through Harry's ears, along with Zayn's voice that sung oh so quietly, kissing Harry's neck occasionally.
"I remember tears streaming down your face, when I said, I'll never let you go" He sung, his hot breath painting Harry Harry's neck, raddling against his skin and making the boy shiver.
"When all those shadows almost killed your light. I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone. But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight." He continued, his hands lowering on Harry's waist, hanging loosely above his bum.
"Just close your eyes, The sun is going down. You'll be alright, No one can hurt you now. Come morning light, You and I'll be safe and sound." Harry bit his lip to stop from moaning. He was doing just what Niall and Louis told him not to, his pants were tightening up and he could feel the heat gathering at his groin.
"Don't you dare look out your window, darling, Everything's on fire. The war outside our door keeps raging on. Hold on to this lullaby, Even when the music's gone. Gone." Zayn pressed even closer to his little lover, clasping his teeth gently into Harry's pale flesh, the last few lines of the song entering Harry's ears.
"Just close your eyes, The sun is going down. You'll be alright, No one can hurt you now. Come morning light, You and I'll be safe and sound." Zayn whipped.
Harry was about to say something before the song changed, turning into something loud, fast and carrying a wonderful beat that Zayn couldn't help to sway his hips to, pulling the top layer of the suit off, throwing his tie on a chair with it were he rushed back to Harry, grabbing the boys hand and pulling him to the middle of the dance floor were everyone danced, laughing and drinking.
Louis himself was drunk off his ass and Niall was busy trying to get him to sit down, but no, Louis wanted to get between Harry and Zayn, the alcohol on his breath making Harry giggle.
"You guys are going to b-bang so much tonight." Louis laughed, tripping over his own feet. "C'mon Lou, bed time," Niall tried pulling him away, not before he got another word out, "Use protection,"
Zayn rolled his eyes, wrapping his arm around Harry's waist and dipping him backwards. "Where were we?" He smirked, pecking Harry's lips.
~*~
They danced like that for a while, Louis coming back from the house, a little sobered up with some bread in his system.
Zayn found himself spinning Harry round and round, giggling and laughing with his new husband, a few people interrupting. Like Jay who danced with Harry for some time. He did rather well, but still getting distracted by his husband who danced with Felicity and the twins, who wore little white dresses and small flower crowns.
Later, Harry and Zayn found themselves separated, Zayn getting another glass of champagne but Harry was no were to be found.
For Zayn that was.
Meanwhile, Niall, Louis and Liam giggled at the blubbering curly who hid on the back porch, his hard-on aching and oozing in his pants. "S-Should we tell Zayn?" Niall choked, trying to comfort Harry who blushed uncontrollably, hiding his face in his hands.
"Yeah," Liam laughed, running off to the reception.
"Hey it's okay little buddy, you couldn't help it." Niall settled down, comforting his friend. "Everyone's going to laugh," He sobbed, trying to catch his breath. "No they won't because they won't see, Zee will take you to fix it."
Harry gasped, shaking his head. "Not the hose!"
Louis laughed, ruffling his hair. "No, like...Fuck it out of ya," Harry crinkled his nose. He wasn't supposed to talk about sex with anyone, it was a big no no. So he shook his head, crossing his arms.
~*~
Liam finally reached Zayn, out of breath and still laughing. "Er, Zayn your assistance is needed. Your husband has a mighty large problem."
Zayn rolled his eyes, following Liam to the back porch where Harry sat, his knees at his chest, still crying. "Baby what's wrong?" Zayn asked, sitting beside his husband who let his legs drop, his impressive package making a tent in his suite trousers.
"Oh," Zayn blushed. The other three still giggled, Niall trying to silence his laughter. "Get out of here guys, go back and dance for a while." Zayn shooed, scooping Harry up bridle style and carrying him into the house. "To our old room, yes?"
Harry nodded, smiling while Zayn carried him up the steps to their old room, the first room they ever really called their own where Zayn lay him down, the music from outside still playing.
"You look beautiful tonight Charming," Zayn whispered, kissing Harry's hand where his ring rested. "You too," Was all Harry knew to say, reaching his hands up slowly to unbutton Zayn's shirt, while the darker moved him further onto the bed, joining their lips in a soft, noisy kiss.
"You're my husband now Harry, that means we have to be faithful," Zayn commented, pulling off his shirt, his muscles flexing for Harry. "I know," Harry said, running his hands down Zayn's abs.
"Say you'll always keep me," He whimpered, pressing his nose against Harry's, their breath raged. "I'll always keep you," Harry replied, bringing their lips back together as the undressed each other, till they were down to nothing, moving slowly, sensually, Zayn between Harry's legs which folded at the knee, tucking behind Zayn's, his hands grabbing Zayn's bum.
"Oh, feisty." Zayn smirked, his hand reaching for Harry's stiff length. "Ahh," Harry moaned, bucking his hips into Zayn awaiting Hand.
He couldn't wait anymore, he needed this, he needed to be joint with his husband, bound together, there liquids merging.
"Hazz baby," Zayn purred, his fingers finding Harry's hole and pushing inside, dry. The younger winced slightly, hissing, letting Zayn's fingers stretch him shortly. Not that he needed it, Harry was fucked open on a daily bases but tonight was going to be special, there were married now and Zayn wanted to make sweet passionate love, but Harry had other ideas.
By the time Zayn found himself rocking in and out of the boy, Harry reached his hands up, grabbing a hold of Zayn nipples and twisting them.
Zayn gasped, his hips bolting forward. He didn't plan for rough sex, he wanted it to be slow and wonderful, but anyway was wonderful if it was with Harry
"Charming," Zayn sighed, pulling Harry's hands away. "Please," He whimpered, pouting at Zayn. "Please Zaynie, I need it." He whispered, wrapping his arms around Zayn's neck. "I need it," He repeated.
Zayn groaned, putting his hands on Harry's chest. He finally gave in, Pulling Harry's ankles over his shoulders for a new position, his hands holding Harry's hips up as he thrusted in, repositioning repeatedly when Harry's begun to slip.
"Ahh!" Harry screamed, tangling his hands in Zayn's dark locks, pulling him down for a short kiss, Harry's legs still on his shoulders.
Zayn threw one off, holding onto the other leg while he continued to slam into Harry, the curly arching his body off the bed which slammed harshly against the wall which had permanent indents in it from years of abuse.
"Fuck!" Zayn hollered, biting into Harry's leg, Harry screaming in pleasure as Zayn drew blood inwhich dripped down Harry's leg. "Bite me," Harry urged, tugging on Zayn's hair.
Zayn then dropped Harry's other leg, leaning down and digging his sharp teeth ingot Harry's chest which was scared with bite marks, much like Zayn's.
Harry groaned when Zayn bit onto his nipple, his cock pressing against Harry's prostate.
The bed squeaked, making a cracking sound before one post broke, Harry gasping, leaning down to bite into Zayn's shoulder, tarring the flesh. "Fucking slut," Zayn cursed, digging his nails into Harry's hips, which dug down onto Zayn's groin, helping with the thrusting process, Zayn's hips becoming tired, but his sex drive multiplying with every new bite Harry made, each one ripping the skin.
Zayn grabbed the head bored fore support, slamming into his husband like a freight train, Harry's face contorted with pleasure and pain.
Just then, the other side of the bedframe broke, the end of the bed dropping at least 2 feet, only shoving Harry further onto Zayn's cock, a sharp, ear piercing scream leaving his mouth. "Ahh! Fuck! fuck!" He called, bouncing best he could, Zayn's feet finding the floor as he fucked Harry against the broken bed, his teeth biting on his lip, leaving a metallic taste in his mouth.
"Gunna cum!" Harry cried, clenching tightly around Zayn who moved his hips wildly, his whole body coming undone inside his husband, spilling his seed deep in Harry's abused hole.
Harry gasped, cuming all over his chest, spilling onto his happy trail.
Zayn panted, staring down at Harry whose head feel backwards, his eyes shutting tightly, low breaths leaving his lips. "Harry?" Zayn said quietly, pulling out of his limp husband. "H-Hazz?" He whimpered again, setting Harry on the ground.
The boy didn't move, only calm breaths.
Zayn panicked, grabbing his phone from his pants pocket and calling the only people he trusted...Also the only people who would tease him about this.
"Guys?" He said, pulling on his boxers as the phone picked up. "How's everything going there champ?" Liam laughed, music laying in the background. "Bring my a damp towel and a glass of water, ASAP." With that he hung up, grabbing the blanket and covering Harry up, his head still limp, his breathing even.
Minutes later the three entered the room, Louis gasping and rushing to Harry's side. "What did you do!" He shrieked, slapping Harry's face gently. "C'mon Hazz, wake up."
Zayn bit his lip, trying to his nervousness.
Zayn looked around the room, staring at the bed in which had two broken legs. "You fucking broke the bed and your husband!" Niall yelled, handing the towel to Louis who cleaned up Harry's bite marks.
"It was supposed to be gentle but he kept begging for it rough okay!"
~*~
After a little arguing and re-dressing of the boy, Liam carried him to Louis room where they laid him down in the bed, letting him rest. Zayn literally fucked him senseless, the younger probably unconscious for lord knows how long.
Zayn then pulled on his suit and returned to the diminishing after party, only a few people left, Jay walking around franticly. "Where were you!" she scolded Zayn, pointing her finger at him. " Harry had a...problem...He's sleeping now, but I just wanted to come down and see how everything was?"
Jay rolled her eyes, smiling. "Well, everyone brought wedding presents, there over there. They wanted to give them to you guys personally, but you kind of weren't around...MIA at your own wedding." She smiled.
"This is from us," She said shortly, handing Zayn an envelope.
He looked up at her eyes before continuing to open the letter.
Inside were two tickets with Mickey mouse's face on them, reading 'Disney Adventure'. Zayn gasped, looking up at Jay. "I know you didn't want a honeymoon, but I just thought... Harry would love it. We reserved a sweet for you guys at Disney Parks, you leave in the morning."
Zayn bit his lip, a tear slipping down his cheek. "Thank you," He smiled, bringing Jay into a hug. "Thank you, Thank you, Thank you. For everything, really, you've been the best mum anyone could ask for. You brought us into your home and treated us as your own. Me and Harry owe you our lives, thank you, so much mum." He whispered, kissing her cheek before pulling away, racing back to the house where he got undressed, tucking into bed next to his husband, warping his arms tightly round him before drifting off to sleep.
~*~
The next morning when Harry woke, he was surrounded in red, white and black balloons which Louis and Niall spent all morning blowing up.
Harry groaned, sitting up, pushing come of the balloons out of his face and trying to walk through them ."Z-Zaynie?" He called, pushing through the hundreds of balloons. "You have to find me Charming," Zayn laughed.
When Harry finally found Zayn through the sea of red, white and black, he giggled, falling into Zayn's arms, his legs too weak to take him any further. "What-" He looked down. He was dressed in Disney Pj's, Mickey mouse slippers on his feet. "Ready to go?" Zayn asked, holding his arm out. He too was dressed in Disney Pj's, and Harry wondered just were they were going dressed like this.
"Zaynie, were are we going?" He whispered, smiling.
"Off to neverland." Zayn whispered, dragging Harry through the balloons, and into Forever.
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