Harry set down the pen, and stretched. He had spent the past three hours writing down some of his favorite memories with Louis. 

He heard the front door open and he excitedly stood up, grabbing the hand made gift.

"Louis!" he exclaimed running out of the office.

"Hey, Haz," Louis chuckles, setting down his stuff just in time to catch Harry in his arms.

Harry wraps his legs around Louis waist, burying his face in his hair. "I made you something," Harry mumbles into his hair. 

"What?"

Harry pulled back. "I made you something," he says excitedly. He detaches himself from Louis and holds out the book.

"Hang on love, let me take off my coat and shoes first and then you can show me," Louis said, smiling at the excited look on his face.

When he had shed his outer layers, he lead Harry to the couch, pulling him down next to him.

"What was it you wanted to show me?" Louis asked.

Harry held the book out. "I made this for you," he said. "It's just a bunch of memories I recorded."

"Aww thank you, Haz," Louis said, leaning to give him a kiss.

Louis took the book, opening to the first page and reading the dedication. "I wrote this for you and called it Beautiful, because that's what you are."