Louis' POV

Harry, my Harry. He makes me the happiest person on earth.

His dad left a note on the table, saying he’s hiking, leaving some croissants we could have for breakfast.

We share them and we kiss in between and we giggle and he tells me that if you were driving at 75 miles per hour, it would take 258 days to drive around Saturn’s rings.

I tell him he’s the best person I know.

We kiss and kiss and kiss, he laughs and laughs and laughs.

I fall for him more and more and more.

“I love today”, he says, smiling so, so happily.

“I love you”, I whisper, so, so quietly.

“Really?”

I nod, carefully.

“I love you too.”

We kiss again and again and again.

I don’t know if this is love. I’m not sure. I just know that Harry thinks this is better than if he discovered a new galaxy.

It has to be love then.

It’s the perfect morning. I want it to stay like this forever.

About 275 Million stars die a day.

Things are only temporary.

Nothing lasts forever, not even happiness. I should’ve known.