Happy birthday, Harry, baby (:

Dear Lana, I'm mentally dedicating this chapter to you bc you have the same name as one of characters by complete accident. I'm not going to @ you bc your user is offensive to me (; ily

I feel like I'm disappointing everyone. Hope you like this long chapter.

(Remember smut is marked off so if you'd rather skip it, just skip it because this is going to be a long and important chapter and I'd rather you read the important parts.)

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Harry was angry. He'd practically dragged Louis away from the stranger after sending the unknown lad a look that could kill.

Louis was shaking the whole ride back to the apartment and Harry was even texting when driving, which didn't settle well with Louis's stomach.

"Why are you mad? You've been ditching me all week," Louis finally whispered when they'd reached a red light.

"Oh. I'm sorry, I hadn't realized that making plans for your boyfriend to have an amazing night was ditching," Harry seethed.

Louis swallowed thickly. "Well, how was I supposed to know-"

"This isn't a time for your fucking smart ass attitude. Did you not trust me? Did you think I was cheating on you?"

"I didn't know what to think! You were lying to me-"

Harry slammed on the gas pedal and they sped off. His green eyes were blazing and locked on the road as they pulled into the apartment's front lot.

"You should know better. You were practically cheating on me!"

"Where were you, then?"

"I was at Lana's apartment- your apartment- every day this week trying to plan something out for you. But, gosh damn it, Louis, you're so fucking clingy and nosey and can't let me have time to myself- even though that time was really spent thinking about you!" Harry shouted.

Finally, the younger lad just climbed out of the car.

Louis was surprised to see Lana on the couch when they entered Harry's apartment. She was fiddling nervously with her cell phone.

"Fucking give it to him, since you still think he deserves it," Harry mumbled, walking down the hall and into his bedroom.

Louis tentatively sat beside Lana, who eyed him warily.

"You shouldn't have done that, Louis."

"I've realized, thank you," Louis snapped, crossing his arms.

So Harry was texting Lana and telling her while they were in the car.

"Honestly, Harry's right. I don't know if you deserve this. But, have it," Lana mused, placing a large basket onto the coffee table before leaving the flat without a goodbye.

Louis's fingers moved to run across the tweed basket. It was really pretty. There was a large blue ribbon on it. Louis took the small tag between his delicate fingers and read- To, my beautiful princess Louis. Have a great valentine's day. I love you.

Louis took a shaky breath before taking out the items of the basket. There were tons and tons of candy, a few video games, and a Rose- simple things.

But there were also important things.

Two tickets to a Selena Gomez concert in July. It was cute because Harry didn't like her music much but Louis was inspired by Selena. Harry was always taking Louis into better consideration.

There was a chain that resembled Louis's and he gulped when picking it up. Just like Harry did with his mother, he'd removed one of his rings and strung it on the chain. It was a simple band, silver and thin and glittering with Harry's initials on the inside like he had done with all of his rings.

Finally, Louis had emptied the basket. He had begun to place everything back when he caught sight of the tiny, folded piece of paper. He removed it and began to read.

Dear Louis... You must think it's silly, me giving you all of this for a simple day. It's the day of love. But I'll love you every single day of my life. I know this because I fell so fucking fast for you and it's ridiculous how much one person can change my life- but you've done it in only a few months. It's almost been half a year since I've known you and I'm already hearing wedding bells. It's silly and cliché, but it's so damn true. It's so cute how you get excited for holidays! I woke up to you grinning and kissing me and I'm sorry I had to leave but I had to plan out this perfect night and I hope you had fun, princess. I could ramble all day, you know. Tell to you about how I love your curves and your smile and your laugh and everything about you. And I hope you can put your trust into me because I want you, Louis. I want to show you just how much you mean to me. Because it's a hell of a lot. Always yours, Harry.

Boy, did Louis feel like shit now. Harry had things planned out for them. Harry had wanted to make love to Louis.

With a shaky breath, Louis got up, chain in hand, and went back to Harry's room. The younger lad was in the bed- naked- scrolling through his phone. Louis coughed to get Harry's attention but the lad simply glanced at Louis before returning his gaze to his cellular device.

"Harry.... I'm really sorry-"

"No, Lou. You're right. I should have told you-"

"I should've trusted you," Louis breathed, eyes watering up.

Louis didn't like to cry. It wasn't because "crying was for the weak"- it wasn't. Crying always showed through Louis. When Louis cried, he always let out everything and this wasn't the time for a Louis rant.

"Can we please talk this out?" Louis tried again, voice cracking.

Harry shrugged and placed his phone beside him on the nightstand. Slowly, Louis crawled onto the left side of the bed.

"You know, Louis... I should've expected you to get curious. It's my fault that I didn't pay any attention to what you want. I'm truly sorry for that. I guess I also expected you to trust me because I don't think I've done anything to get you to not trust me," Harry started, tangling his long fingers together.

He was missing two rings, but he still had a few left. He began to twist one around.

"I'm sorry, Harry. You know I'm not good at... I've always had to trust in myself... My mum... She didn't want me... I'm a failure to her," Louis choked out- and now he was crying and Harry couldn't help but kiss him.

It was a bit wet because now both boys were crying, but neither seemed to mind. All Louis could think was HarryHarryHarry just like always.

"I love you, Lou. Let's just please forget about this. Talk to me next time? You're mine. I never want to see anyone... Touch you like that again. I almost punched his face in!" Harry grumbled, hugging his small boyfriend tight.

"Promise, Harry... Can you put on my necklace?"

"Yeah, I can do that."

Harry's long fingers clumsily worked the clasp, but, finally, Louis had a necklace like Harry's.

They laid down beside each other, not touching skin just yet.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you tell me about the necklaces now?" Louis asked.

Harry took a shaky breath before smiling sadly. "Yes.... But where to start...?"

Harry had always admired his father. Whenever the man came home from work, he was there to pick Harry up and spin him around. He'd kiss Harry's mother on the lips and Harry's sister on the cheek and they'd sit down for dinner. It was all perfect- until it wasn't.

When Harry was ten, he was just entering the stage where he could fully understand everything around him. His sister wasn't much older, but she was wiser than Harry. She'd noticed the fighting first.

Harry finally began to notice the lack of love in the house. No longer did Father kiss Mother's lips. No longer did the married couple exchange loving smiles. No longer did Father come home at six o'clock every night. He stayed out until late and came home smelling of something foul.

Gemma would always take Harry away and tell Harry how Mother was being silly and rude and unforgivable. Father finally left.

When Harry was fifteen, he discovered something that broke his heart. Letters were there, all written from his father and to his mother.

His father was betrayed- he'd been cheated on several times. His mother and his gardener had a secret relationship for two whole years. Harry was beyond angry.

So, Harry's mother was there to apologize and she gave Harry the last bit of Des Styles.

It was his wedding band. Engraved with his initials and the date of marriage and so Harry kept it around a chain, as to never loose it. He collected his own rings, engraved his own initials in them. He would always be with his father. He didn't know where the man was, but he had a feeling that Des was a little happier now.

"Wow..." Louis breathed, tiny fingers touching the ring that now lay on his chest.

"Dad was my everything," Harry admitted. His voice was hoarse and raw.

"What about the paper airplane?"

"Oh. That one is simple. Ed and I used to live next door to one another. His window was across from mine and we'd love to talk to each other. Around age six, when we learned to write full sentences, we'd shoot paper airplanes through one another's windows and it never stopped. After I moved away, I saw this in a small jewelry shop and bought it. I wanted Ed to always be apart of me as well. He's my best mate," Harry explained, turning to face Louis, who was smiling sadly.

Harry truly was a piece of work.

"I love you, Harry," Louis said softly, reaching out to touch Harry's chest.

"I love you, Louis. So much," Harry breathed, rolling over to lay fully on top of Louis.

He held himself up with his hands and pressed his lips to Louis's, feeling the familiar warm.

Everything in that moment was HarryAndLouis. Neither boy would prefer it any other way.

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Harry's hands reached down to undress Louis, slowly and surely, feeling the older lad's soft skin as he went, taking his sweet time.

Louis didn't really mind. He wanted to spend every second for the rest of his life stuck here with Harry.

Harry's large hands thumbed at Louis's protruding hip bones as the younger pressed kisses down the other lad's deeply tanned torso.

Louis was thankful that Harry was already naked because he just wanted to feel Harry. The two were pressed tight together again. Louis hadn't even noticed that Harry had moved back up.

They continued their heated kiss and, finally, Harry was reaching into the side table for a condom and lube, placing it beside Louis on the bed.

"Are you sure, princess?" Harry asked shakily, smiling crookedly down at his boyfriend.

"Positive."

Harry was slow and gentle the whole time. Three ringed, lubed fingers worked Louis open. It was a slightly painful process for the older boy, considering he's only had sex a few times, the last being about a year previously.

But Louis trusted Harry. The younger had pushed into Louis with sweet determination and he fucked him slow and hard. He kissed Louis's lips as the smaller lad scratched down Harry's slightly damp back.

Louis mewed in delight and pleasure when Harry hit his prostate, jabbing into it. Harry stopped kissing him just to hear the beautiful noises leaving Louis's mouth.

Harry was in deep. (literally) He was so fond of the young man below him, every bit of him.

The way he laughs. The way he smiles. The way he talks, all pretty and high-pitched. The way his eyes crinkle. The way he bosses people around in such a sassy, child-like manner. The way he's just Louis.

Harry pushed towards both of their highs, already feeling dizzy because Louis was just so perfect, so mind-blowing, and so tight.

Louis reached his orgasm with a press to his prostate, shaking into bliss with pure delight.

Harry kissed Louis as he reached his own orgasm, savoring Louis's sweet taste.
Harry pulled out, only a slight whimper escaping Louis.

"Shower, princess?"

"Please."

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It was a few days later when Harry showed up at Louis's place of work, kissing the small boy as soon as he sees him.

"Harry! We don't want anyone important to see!" Louis hisses, slapping Harry's chest gently.

"It's alright, Lou. I'm not fucking you against the glass window... Although, if you'd like-"

"Please stop talking."

Harry chuckled, kissing Louis again.

"Let's go on a date!"

"I still half half an hour!"

"I know, I was just really excited. I'll go wait in the car. Put this on," Harry ordered, handing Louis a relatively small knapsack.

"This better be good, Styles!"

"Oh, bet your sweet ass, Tommo. It will be."

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QOTC:

Was this long enough? Is anyone loosing interest?

I'm sorry about being short and absent recently, but I'm starting to feel better. (: almost at 3k

PQOTC:

What's your opinions on mpreg? Be honest.

MA:

Okay at first, the idea made me uncomfortable. Then, I read one and I feel in love and so I started reading a bunch of them and I want to write one so bad.

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Okay, I have a request. I love when you ask me to update! I appreciate your enthusiasm, I'm definitely not saying anything negative. Just don't demand for one or threaten to stop reading if I don't update. I've seen this happen before back in my het. (Cough, cough... Ew) days and the writer was really freaking rude and said that she didn't want ppl requesting updates and that she was just going to stop.

I understand that update threats are not cool but I won't stop my daily updating. This hasn't happened to me yet, though, so thank you. (: xx