The Perfect Match.

Chapter 51

It's a rainy Saturday morning in February when Harry wakes, seeing the rain beating against the glass windows. He smiles a little and stretches while he watches it dropping down.

He sits up slowly, brushing his long curls back and glancing in the empty bed next to him. Louis is already up, it seems.

Harry notices a small note placed on the pillow and he slowly picks it up, a small grin creeping over his face; he recognizes Louis' handwriting immediately.

"Morning, beautiful. Hope you slept well. I couldn't sleep this morning because all that was running through my mind was you and me, and how we're about to celebrate 1 year of marriage and our 2nd daughter's first birthday. The time has really flown by, Harry. But there's not a day that I can look back on and regret. Every day I have ever spent with you has been worth it.

It's not like me to get all sappy as shit and you know that, but my mind wouldn't stop thinking, so I felt I should write this down. I'm thankful, Harry. I'm thankful for the family we are building, for the life we have established, but most importantly, I'm thankful that you were the match. I love you, more than you possibly know.

By the time you wake and read this, breakfast should be done, so come down and join the girls and me :).

Your husband,
Lou xx"

Harry's smile couldn't be any bigger as he finishes the note and folds it back. He gets up slowly, placing it on the nightstand before he's pulling on Louis' Adidas sweat pants from the end of the bed.

When he opens their bedroom door, he already hears Emma's laughter coming from the kitchen, followed by Olivia's small giggles.

And Harry can't help but grin as he's making his way down the stairs slowly. He sees Louis making faces to get Olivia to laugh and Harry just stands in the kitchen doorway, his arms crossed while he's watching Louis.

"Pappa," Emma is the first to see him as she smiles at him, "daddy made breakfast."

"I see that," Harry nods and glances at Louis.

Louis smiles and sits the pieces of bananas down for Olivia, "you should've seen her face a minute ago..."

"I did," Harry grins and walks over to Louis, quickly placing his arms around him before he's kissing him gently. "Next time you decide to make her laugh like that though, tell me so I can capture it."

Louis smirks and rubs Harry's waist gently, "how'd you sleep, love?"

"I slept amazing," Harry replies and walks with Louis to the kitchen counter, watching him making his and Harry's plates, "given how long you kept me up last night..."

"Shh," Louis snickers in a whisper, "little ears, love."

"Yeah, yeah," Harry chuckles and wraps his arms around Louis from behind, holding him gently. "What... what made you so emotional that you had to write out a note for me?"

Louis smiles, feeling Harry's lips against his neck, "well, you know... the therapist told me I needed to get it all out..."

"Did you have a bad dream again?" Harry asks seriously.

"No," Louis replies quietly and turns to face Harry, "I didn't. I'm just... I'm trying to make sure I get out everything I feel, even the good feelings... that way I'm not keeping them inside and I'm showing you just how much I do love you and appreciate you."

Harry raises an eyebrow with a small grin, "really? So, should I expect more of those notes?"

Louis laughs and picks up Harry's plate, "maybe so... I seem to have a lot on my mind these days... but... they're all good thoughts, love."