Louis sighs loudly as he rests his head on Harry's shoulder. It's only the fourth day on break and he couldn't be happier. They were spending their time in England since the next leg of the tour starts in Wales. There's no point in flying the 16 hours it would take to go from Dubai (their last concert location) to Los Angeles. 

They're currently at Louis' London home. It's a relatively small place with only enough rooms to house two guests. Normally, he doesn't have that many more than two visitors at a time. Lottie comes over occasionally with Eleanor and maybe Fizzy if she feels up for it. 

"Which take-out do you want," Harry asks. They're camping out in the living room. The pair turned the house upside down looking for every blanket and pillow they could find so they could fill the living room floor. Harry says that he did it all the time as a kis with Gemma and his cousins. Louis went along with it. 

"I'm thinking Chinese," Louis suggests. Harry smiles and gives him a sweet kiss before excusing himself to make the phone call. Louis spreads out on the floor and takes in a few breaths. 

He's glad he gets to spend time with Harry before the stunting starts. Louis can't believe Simon has the nerve to make Taylor his PR girlfriend. Simon knows how much bad-blood there is between the band and her. Louis about threw himself off the plane when Harry called him. 

Louis hasn't gotten around to telling Niall. He knows that he should since Harry and Niall are friends, but he doesn't want to hurt Niall even more than he already is. As much as Niall likes to say that he's fine over the Zayn situation, Louis knows Niall well enough to know he's not really okay. In all honesty though, who would be? Louis knows that if Liam were to do something like that then Louis would be upset over it for weeks. 

Louis massages his temples, trying to relief the headache starting to build in his head. He promised himself that he wouldn't think about work tonight. This night is dedicated to Harry. He wants to surround himself with Harry and to breath him in before everything goes to shit. 

Harry appears a moment later with huge grin. "So I had an idea," Harry starts. Louis' stomach drops. Harry's ideas always end badly for Louis in someway. He can still remember the cooking date idea Harry had that ended with Louis nearly setting the kitchen on fire or the time when Harry suggested they make braided bracelets and Louis ended up getting hot glue all over himself. 

"Oh no," Louis mumbles. Harry hurries over and grabs Louis' arm. He sticks out his bottom lip and gazes into Louis' eyes dramatically. 

"Face masks! Please, Louis! They're so fun and I brought some from home," Harry pleas. Louis huffs loudly. There's no way in hell that Louis'll let Harry put face cream all over his face. Besides, Louis' skin is fine the way it is. 

"No! No way in hell. I'll watch you, but you're not getting that shit on me," Louis replies. Harry sighs loudly. He flops onto the floor and huffs. Louis knows that he's trying to guilt trip him, but Louis' not giving in. 

"Fine, you can watch," Harry grumbles. Louis stands and follows Harry to their bedroom. Harry goes to his bag and starts digging. He comes up a moment later with a tub of--what Louis assumes is--face mask cream. The tub is green and a picture of an avocado is right in the middle. 

Louis trails behind Harry as they make their way to the bathroom. Louis sits on the toilet seat as Harry squeezes out some of the pale green cream onto his fingers. He watches carefully as Harry starts to rub the cream into his face. 

"Stop staring," Harry teases. Louis rolls his eyes and flips a strand of hair out of his face. He tries to fight back a blush, but it makes it's way to his cheeks anyway. 

"Sorry, you're just really adorable," Louis admits. Harry turns to Louis and glares at him. Louis, however, can't take the taller boy seriously with a face the color of Shrek. 

"Just have to wait for it to dry," Harry explains. He pulls out his phone and sets his timer. Louis follows Harry into the living room to sit as they wait for Harry's face mask to finish. 

Harry's already picked out a romantic movie for them to watch later with their food. It's no surprise to Louis that it's The Notebook. They've gone through nearly all of Nicholas Sparks' films, but they always find their way back to The Notebook.

"I bet you we've watched this so many time that I could act out some of the scenes by memory," Louis says. It's true. He can't even count the number of times that they've watched it together. Louis will never admit it out loud, but it's probably one of his favourite movies now too. 

"Why didn't you write me? Why?" Harry starts. Louis sits in shock for a moment, trying to figure out what Harry means. His mind flashes to one of the most iconic scenes of the film. They've watched that iconic scene countless times and it even got a few tears out of Louis the first couple goes.  

"It wasn't over for me! I waited for you for seven years and now it's too late," Harry continues. The scene plays in Louis' head and he smiles as the line comes to him. 

"I wrote you 365 letters. I wrote you everyday for a year," Louis says.

"You wrote me?" Harry's voice is sweet, much sweeter than Allie's. They're fighting in the movie and, of course, it's raining. Fortunately, they're not in a fight or outside in the pouring rain.

"Yes. It wasn't over. It still isn't over," Louis replies. He knows what happens next. The kiss. The amazing and magical kiss. 

Harry leans in and kisses Louis sweetly at first. The familiar tug in his stomach is a comfort now as he deepens the kiss. Louis moves a hand to Harry's side and moves closer. It doesn't take long for them to fall into a steady rhythm. Louis tastes the face mask on his lips, but couldn't care less. 

The moment is interrupted by a loud phone notification. Louis pulls away slowly, not wanting to pull away to begin with. Harry looks over Louis' face and tries to hide a smile. Louis assumes that he's got the green cream all over his face at this point. He doesn't even care anymore as long as he can get another kiss. 

"So much for not wanting to do it with me," Harry teases. He leans forward and pecks Louis' lips again quickly. He comes back smiling and leaves for the bathroom before Louis can steal anymore kisses. 

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Hey guys! This is update 2/3 of Larrentine's Day! Make sure to check out my other two updates A Masterpiece and Larry One Shots 2.0 (this part will be updated tonight). I hope you have an amazing Valentine's! 

Also, I more than likely will not be able to update on Friday this week. I'll be out of town and won't have time to write it. However, I'll still write a bonus chapter if you reach the goal, but it'll probably be Sunday or Monday before I get around to it. 

Bonus Goal: 18 votes and 9 comments

QOTC: If you were in Harry's position when would you tell Niall about Taylor?