#zarry fluff

"You having fun, Love?" Liam asked me for the thousandth time, his chin resting on top of my head. My hair was gelled back, so I assumed that couldn't me comfortable in the slightest, but I didn't say anything about it.

I rubbed my head on his suit covered shoulder, giggling softly. "Of course! I suppose it could have been better have you of worn a dress,  but meh. Still the best day of my life."

"Mine too." he murmured back in my ear as the song was ending.

There was an odd moment of silence when the music had stopped and Liam and I had yet to stop dancing, but a few seconds later the speaker crackled to life.

"H-hello?" Niall's voice was heard through out the hall. "Okay. The mic seems to be working this time." He announced, making me briefly wonder how long they had been working on that. "We are going to begin the toast soon, so can we please have everyone sit down?".

I pulled away from my husband, and with my hand in his, we made our way to our table in the front of the hall. I took my seat quickly,  refusing to let go of Liam's hand. I turned to Harry who was sitting next to me, and smiled. I leaned over to him, whispering. "This is insane."

"I know." he whispered back. "You guys are married! I honestly never thought that would happen. I'm so happy for you guys." he said, the last part tinged with sadness. I noticed his eyes dart over to where Zayn was sitting with Perrie across from us, laughing at something she said.

I patted his back lightly, and responded, "Don't worry Harry. He'll come along."

Harry sighed and began to say something, but was interrupted by someone clearing their throat over the microphone.

"Hi everyone... I'm Niall, Liam's best man... as you probably already knew..." Niall began awkwardly. I silently encouraged him on, and it seemed to work, because he took a breath and continued.

"As you also know, we are all here to celebrate Louis and Liam apparently getting married." A small titter went through the crowd, and that seemed to push him along. "They have been through so much, and not a single one of us even know how much. I admire them so much. They are living proof that society can't chose people's live's for them."

With a glance next to me, I noticed Liam grinning widely. He was always talking about how no one could separate us, no matter how much they wanted to.

I reached under the table and took his hand in mine, squeezing gently. He looked up at me and blew a kiss at me. My heart fluttered even then, even after all the exchanged kisses, the late night drunk make out sessions, and intimate anniversaries. The fact he could still make my insides feel like they were trying to escape proved, to me at least, that he was my other half.

"A lot of, maybe even all of us here, may understand why they didn't tell us, but I'm not going to talk about it though, because that's not important. But I will tell all of you how they told management they were getting married."

My eyes widened at that, and me and Liam both looked at each other in alarm. "Don't worry guys; I'm going to censor it." Niall assured us, and we both took a breath of relief, causing laughter to roll through the crowd.

"So we were all sitting in a meeting room, right?" he began, getting comfortable with talking in front of a crowd. "I think we were discussing this fan fiction someone wrote, I'm not sure. It had a weird title. Like, Before or Until or something. Doesn't really matter I guess.

"Anyway, we were talking about the problems it was causing our fandom and what not, when Liam just stands up, and grabbed Louis out of his chair, and sets him on the meeting table.

"He was getting some odd looks at this point, even from Louis and I. Louis didn't know what was going on, which made the next part even more amazing."

"Someone began to complain, but Liam cut them off by kissing Louis. Which, as you all know, was a surprise to all of us."

I slunk down a little bit in my chair, feeling guilty. Liam and I hadn't told anyone that we were engaged, let alone dating. We weren't sure how either of our families would take it, and we weren't willing to take that risk.

I suddenly felt a very strong squeeze on my hand, and looked up to see everyone looking a me, completely silent. I felt my face heat up, and I waved weakly. The room laughed awkwardly, and Liam leaned over and whispered to me, "It's alright. Nobody is mad Baby."

I nodded and turned back to Niall, indicating he should continue talking before things got even awkwarder.

"Anyway, Liam was just making out with Louis, and we were all just sitting there, trying to process what the fuck was going on."

I let out a small laugh, but caught myself, throwing my hands over my mouth.

"Then Liam took the spirit of Louis within him and did the most sassy thing I have ever seen.

"He took Louis' hand, stuck a ring on it, met eyes with Simon, and stuck up his middle finger at him, before going back to making out with Louis. Honestly, no one even knew they were gay.

"It was great!" he exclaimed, talking between laughing fits. The entire hall was laughing like it was the only joke they had ever heard. "But then Louis being Louis, he pulled away and turned to us and smiled and said, 'Hey guys. I forgot to tell you. Liam and I are dating... wait. Make that married.' It wasn't even sly, it was he thought that was totally a way a lot of people admit to being gay!"

I shook my head, remembering that. That honestly wasn't the best apology, nor the best way to confirm what Liam had just suggested, but it worked fairly well.

"It took about two hours to convince everyone that they were not pranking them, and when they finally realized that they were serious, the entire department had the biggest meltdown I had ever seen. They were just firing the most ridiculous questions out at them. At one point the question was asked: what would you do if Liam got pregnant? Louis immediately responded with who the bottom is in the relationship, not even mentioning the fact guys can't get pregnant."

The crowd was in hysterics by now, and it didn't seem like they were going to stop any time soon. I could feel my face burning, and Liam was biting his lip in discomfort.

"I think that story is really important in their story. It's the end of the beginning. It's the end of hiding. It's the end of pretending to be straight. Now they get to be who they want to be. They get to be with each other in public.

"And I personally, can't wait to complain about the excessive amounts of PDA, or the fact they are both busy doing an odd couple thing. I can't wait to be a part of their story."

Niall raised his glass, his hand shaking slightly as he did so. "So here's to Louis and Liam Tomlinson."

I smiled in satisfaction at the last name, and then raised my glass with theirs. "To Louis and Liam Tomlinson." the party recited back at Niall. I raised my glass to my lips and looked over the rim of my cup at Liam. He was staring back at me, and when he realized he had been caught he winked at me and took a sip of his drink. I laughed softly and took a sip of my own before putting it down.

"I love you." I said, smiling at our interlocked hands.

"I love you too Lou." Liam said, adding a kiss at the end of it.

I blew a kiss back , meeting eyes with him. We just gazed into each other's eyes for a few moments before a familiar voice came over the speakers. "Guys. Just because Liam said he couldn't wait for the PDA doesn't mean I can't either."

We both laughed at Zayn before kissing each other quickly. He groaned loudly, but in an uncommitted way, like he didn't actually care, so I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Alright guys. So even though I am not a best man, I will be giving a speech because I am far superior to the other fools." Zayn said, laughing at himself. "But really, I am going to give a speech. What about, I suppose we shall see. The thing is, I had planned on talking about how we found out those two were gay. I sure hope Harry wasn't too."

Turning to Harry, he asked, "Were you?" Harry shook his head, and Zayn sighed. "That's disappointing. I was really hoping both of us got screwed over here. I guess I'm just alone then."

A wave of laughter surged through the crowd, and I rolled my eyes. It was obvious that Zayn was just as, if not more, uncomfortable up there as Niall was. But the nerves were probably from having to make up a speech on the spot, and I couldn't blame him. If I would have had to make up my vows on the spot, I probably just would have run away.

"See, me and Louis have always been best friends. Ever since I got sick right after X-Factor. Louis made me soup. Eleven bowls of it, actually." Zayn said, shaking his head. I laughed at the memory, his face in that moment was priceless.

"But you know what I did? I drank all eleven bowls of that soup. Chicken noodle, actually. Every last one of them. And I got better a day later. God knows how I didn't throw up even more." Zayn laughed.

"I never told you", I said, chuckling, "I only did that to see if you would actually eat it all. I was assuming I would have at least one bowl. I had to make myself more lunch after. That wasn't to make you feel better."

Zayn stood dumbfounded for a few seconds before rolling his eyes and turning away from me. "But Liam, Liam was much harder to become friends with. We hated each other from the start. He thought I was too dark, and I thought the stick was stuck up too far up his ass.

"Anyway, Liam and I ended up getting stuck together going shopping. No idea how, no idea why. So we were in the like, cereal isle or something, and a fan came up. A type of fan that we refer to as the, 'walker'. They are certifiably in-fucking-sane."

At this point I coughed loudly, getting Zayn attention. When he looked over I motioned with my head to the crowd, which was full of children. He shrugged in response and continued on with what he was saying.

"So this fan takes Liam and just takes picture after picture of her and him, screaming about how amazing he is and how talented he was and how beautiful he was, blah blah blah. Just ask Louis about Liam. He'll basically repeat everything this fan said."

I snorted, pulling my hand out of Liam's. "Zayn, is this going anywhere that won't offend either one of us."

"Yeah, promise." he replied, waving his hands in dismissal at me. "As I was saying before that rude interruption, that crazy fan was fawning over Liam. Then she turns to me, and just sort of stares at me before saying, 'You should probably quit the band. They don't need the talentless in there.'"

I gasped, turning to Liam. His eyes were cast down, and he looked visibly upset. "Is that true?" I whispered. He nodded his head, and I hissed in anger.

"Now wait. Before anyone, and I mean you, Louis, does anything bad, let me finish. So at that point, Liam begins to yell at the fan to leave, and then just hugs me. Just... hugs me. I'm not going to lie, I broke down. I was just letting him support me as I was crying. We eventually just sat on the floor and just talked.

"I remember asking him, 'How do you deal with the hate?'. And he looked me straight in the eye and said, "Nothing. But that's because I'm missing a liver. Now, if I were you, I would be drunk off my ass at the moment."

"Then we went to a bar and I drank water and he got drunk as he possibly could without dying of alcohol poisoning." Liam finished from beside me, his eyes crinkling with laughter.

"So I'm here, to propose a toast to the best couple ever. The silly, easy to get along with one, and the one who will show you what you're worth and what you mean to other people."

He raised his glass, his eyes glistening with tears. "Here's to Louis and Liam Tomlinson."

I looked beside me at Liam and bit my lip when I noticed he was crying. I put my arm around him, hugging him close to me. He sniffled loudly, and wiped underneath his eyes with his thumbs, and smiled widely at Zayn. "That was really good for having to make it up on the spot."

Zayn chuckled and shrugged. "I lied. Totally prepared this speech. Just wasn't sure if it was good, so I was going to use that as my excuse if everyone hated it and chased me off the stage with tomatoes."

"You're not on a stage." I reminded him, giving the big table we were all sitting at a meaningful look.

"Same difference, I'd like to think." he smiled and handed the microphone to Harry.

"I have a speech prepared." Harry began happily, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. "Liam, Louis. I am so happy for you guys. Could not be happier. You guys made it past all the management crap, the hate tweets, and odd other shippings people pair you with. And you managed to claw your way out of the closet. It's the relationship everybody wants to have. You know? I would kill for it. Literally, there is nothing I wouldn't do for someone to love me like that."

I noticed Harry's eyes dart constantly to where Zayn and Perrie were sitting, and as it seemed, so did Zayn. His arm was wrapped protectively around her, and he looked like he might slap someone.

Harry continued, oblivious to the hostility being shot his way. "Knowing he'll always be there for you, knowing that he will always love you, must be the best feeling in the world. I mean, who wouldn't want that. You get to wake up next to him, and you won't be labeled as another drunken mistake." Harry began to choke up, biting down hard on his lip. Zayn had let his arm fall from Perrie's shoulder and was sitting up straight, and mix of confusion and fear painting his face.

"I-I can't imagine... Anyway, I was thinking... There was this thing I was reading. Plato, an old Greek philosopher, had this theory. He wrote, 'According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.'

"I think you two have found your other halves. You accomplished what so many of us aren't able to. You found your other half. And they found you.

"So... here's to Louis and Liam Tomlinson." Harry said quickly before running out of the dining hall.

There was an awkward moment of silence as we all sat, hoping for someone else to break the silence, and then Zayn got up and dashed out the hall after Harry, which left us with an even awkwarder moment of silence.

"Can someone come refill all of the champagne glasses?" Liam called out, shattering the air of discomfort. Everyone began to murmur to each other at once, and I stood up, and kissed Liam on the cheek.

"Be back in a second. Going to go after them."

Liam bit his lip but nodded, turning towards Niall, who looked like he was going to explode.

I walked a bit more calmly out of the hall than the other two did, but still in a bit of rush. As I stepped out of the dining hall I heard distant shoutings, and I followed the voices.

As I was about to round the corner I heard a crash, presumably a pot or vase someone had thrown in a fit of anger. I stepped back behind the wall out of sight.

"What is your problem?" I heard Zayn shout, obviously pissed.

"What's my problem?! What's yours?" Harry retorted at the same volume as Zayn.

"My problem is you're up there, talking some bull about a one night stand with my girlfriend!"

"I wasn't talking about your fake girlfriend Perrie, I was talking about you!" Harry yelled, followed by a loud screech of frustration.

I peaked my head around the corner to see Zayn's face go pale and I could practically hear his heart skip a beat.

"You were... what? We never..." Zayn stuttered, breathing heavily and out of rhythm.

"August 17th, last year." Harry recited, looking Zayn dead in the eye. " Do you know how that felt? That night you told me you loved me. You finally did what I had been day dreaming about for so long. And then we slept together. That night was so perfect for me. And then I woke up to you throwing on your clothing and yelling about a drunken mistake before rushing out of my flat. Do you know how that felt? To have my heart ripped in two because you just wanted a quick fuck? Because I was the 'easiest'? Do you know?! Of course not. Because I would never do that to you. So that's what my fucking problem is."

The tears in Harry's eyes spilled over, and he unleashed a loud sob that made me want to do the same.

"I'm so sorry Harry..." Zayn began, pulling Harry into his chest. "I shouldn't have told you I loved you like that. I don't even remember that... You don't deserve that."

"You, you what?" Harry  questioned, looking up from his hands.

"Harry, I've been in love with you since we became a group all the way back at the X Factor. Ever since then, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind. I spend most of my nights reading fan fiction and watching Zarry Proof videos. I'm Zarry as fuck, really." Zayn laughed weakly, attempting to make a joke.

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" Harry asked, his bottom lip still quivering.

"Same reason you didn't tell me you liked me. The fear of rejection. If you had said no to me, that you didn't love me, I would have quit the band. I wouldn't be able to face you every day, knowing you didn't love me back. So I just shoved the feelings down and pretended I didn't have them." Zayn admitted, frowning slightly.

"Do you want us to be together?" Harry asked, his voice shaking. "Or do you want us to continue to push down our feelings for one another? Pretend they aren't there?"

Zayn stood still a moment before leaning his head down and kissing Harry slowly on the lips. He pulled Harry into his lap, and continued kissing him. I interrupted before anything got serious and began to clap.

"You guys finally got together! Congratulations! Never thought it was going to happen. Shall I get the champagne?" I cheered.

"Louis?" Harry questioned, turning his head slightly in wonder.

"Have you been here the entire time?" Zayn asked, pulling Harry's head back into his chest. I could hear Harry's muffled giggles and attempted to hold in my laughter as his arms wrapped around Zayn' torso.

"I have I have. And I'm really happy for you guys." Zayn nodded and rested his chin on top of Harry's head, staring up at me.

"But guys... listen." I began, sitting down cross legged on the floor in front of the two. "This is going to be hard. You're going to have to deal with a lot of shit from a lot of people. It's not easy on any level. And if you believe enough,  you guys will be together by the end of it. All the arguments about tweets proving you are with someone else, the beards, the homophobic fans, and all that, it will seem so insignificant.

"And then you will be able to enjoy the good things. Like singing to each other from across the room, or holding each other's hand in an interview, or spending off days just cuddling and kissing, and maybe you'll even have an odd stage where one of you is one of the most popular smut writers on a couple fan fiction websites." I trailed off awkwardly after the last one, noticing their odd looks. "Honestly, I didn't even know Liam was that good of a writer."

"Much more than I wanted to know Louis." Harry groaned, his voice muffled by Zayn' chest.

"Sorry. But honestly, it is worth it. I promise." I said, standing up and brushing off my pants. "Shall we get back to the wedding?"

"Oh my gosh, yes! I'm so sorry Louis! I didn't mean to distract from your wedding! I promise I didn't mean to ruin your wedding!" Harry apologized, throwing himself off of Zayn's' lap and onto the floor in a rush to get back to the dinning hall.

"It's okay, I promise." I laughed, helping the younger boy up. "Everyone is going to be so happy for you guys. I'm looking forward to everyone's reaction." I admitted, smiling at Zayn.

"Thanks, Lou."

"Of course! Now, if you don't mind, I would like to finish the toasts so I can eat." I laughed, beginning to walk down the hall.

I watched as the two grasped each other's hand and walked beside me. "You know, it's going to be weird. Niall being the only straight boy in One Direction." I noted, thinking about the queer levels in the group.

"Pansexual." I heard Harry mutter under his breath.

Zayn and I both turned towards him, and I questioned, "Really? He never told us."

"I heard him telling Selena about it. Not really a big deal. Most of us avoid talking about our sexual orientation, so I didn't really think about telling you guys."

"Alright." I shrugged, and hugged both of the boys beside me before throwing the doors to the dinning hall open.

The room fell silent as they took in Zayn and Harry clutching to each other and holding hands, and I suppressed laughter as I skipped to my seat beside my husband.

"So should you or I go first?" Liam attempted to ask quietly, but his voice echoed through the otherwise dead silent hall. I shrugged in response, and he stood up, apparently indicating he would go before me.

Liam stood in the center of the room, holding the mic, before sitting down in the middle of the floor. He kept the microphone in his hand, and turned to face me. "Louis, you've been here for me for everything. When I'm energetic and bouncing off the walls, when I'm sad and need a hug, when my medication makes me paranoid and I think the government is controlling us all, when I need to vent after a fan said something rude, or when I'm just being affectionate and want to cuddle with someone." A few laughs and awes rose from the crowd as he began, but as soon as he continued to speak, they stopped.

"I use to think that no one was ever going to love me. After being rejected and tormented for so long, it was easy to believe what everyone was telling me. I would spend most of my time staring at myself in the mirror, staring at myself,  hating myself.

"But then I met you. I remember you holding me after I finished singing for the judges to see who would be eliminated, because I felt like I was the biggest failure there. I thought for sure I would be kicked off. But you just told me I did amazing,  even though you hadn't heard me sing. You almost missed your turn to go,  which would have been rather unfortunate." Liam laughed,  shifting into a more comfortable position.

"When they announced that we would be in a group together,  I was happier than I had been in a long time.  I had barely met you,  but you put more life into me than anyone had in years.

"It was that moment I decided I wanted to make you mine. The only problem with that was,  I wasn't sure what team you played for. So every time I saw you practically,  I would point out a random guy or girl in the room and ask if you found them attractive.  At one point,  I'm pretty sure you caught on,  because I asked you,  and you looked me dead in the eye and said,  'You are the only attractive person I see in this room.' I didn't really know what to say,  so I just grabbed your hand and held it. Which,  to this day,  seems like the best idea I've probably ever had."

"You showed me Louis, that I can be loved.  That I deserved to be loved. That I'm worth something. I'm so happy you agreed to marry me. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you Baby.

"I promise every day you will wake up to a day full of love.  I will always love you. I want to show you until the end of the Earth. I will always be there like you were for me. You can count on it Louis."

Liam slowly stood up,  still staring directly at him. I could feel the tears rushing down my face,  and I was holding myself back from running into his arms to kiss him.

"I want to propose this toast to my wonderful husband, Louis Tomlinson . May we last forever." he spoke,  raising his glass up towards the audience. I picked mine up,  my hands quivering.

'I love you',  I mouthed over the top of my cup to Liam.

'I love you too',  he mouthed back,  and I smiled, taking a small sip of my drink.

"I suppose it is my turn now." I announced, clearing my throat. I stood up, kissing Liam as he was beginning to sit back down. He handed me the microphone, and I walked to the center of the room.

"Liam here, he is one of the most loving, honest people I have ever met. He is one of those guys who would trust anyone, and is the most likely to get kidnapped and killed in the group. You know what he use to do when watching a scary movie?" I asked, addressing the audience. "He use to cry when someone was killed. Not because he was scared or anything, but because he felt bad for a character. Because they wouldn't have a life after that."

The group began to laugh, and Liam blushed. I stuck my tongue out at him before continuing. "The only reason I would ever watch horror movies with him was so we could sit afterwards and I could listen to him create lives for the characters once they were dead. The only movie I refuse to watch with him now is Titanic." I joked.

"Liam is like a little puppy. When I first met him, I decided I needed to protect him. I know, it seems weird that the tiny boy would protect the buff brunet. But he is too pure to protect himself from the world. In my mind anyway. I'm sure since then he has toughened up a little  bit, but to me, he is still the little angel."

I heard Liam giggle, and I looked over to him red faced and eyes misty. "When he asked me to marry him, that was probably the happiest moment of my life. I knew then that I would get to spend the rest of my life with him, making him happy and loving him, and whatever he needed me for.

"You know Liam", I added, speaking to my husband now. "To this day I do not understand how you do not view yourself as perfect." I finished, turning to sit down. "Wait, forgot to propose the toast." I loudly mentally told myself. Everyone in the room laughed, even Liam, who had tears streaming down his face.

"I would like to propose the toast to Liam Tomlinson. The best husband someone could ask for. Forever and ever dear." I said, smiling at my husband.

"Forever and ever." Liam whispered back, his voice echoing through the silent hall. "May I propose another toast?" Liam questioned, raising his glass. "To my boy almighty, Louis. My protector and my little teddy bear." he laughed, causing me to laugh too.

"To Louis." everyone repeated, taking a drink of their glasses.