Valentine's day. It was one of Harry's favorite days. Especially when he could spend it with Louis.
He started by waking him up with kisses and then gave him a big stuffed beaf -it was four feet tall- and a box of chocolates that he knew Louis would only eat half of because the other ones were 'icky'.
Louis giggled and hugged the bear, kissing Harry's nose.
He was a little disappointed that Louis didn't give him anything, but he wasn't going to say anything. He loved Louis and that was all that mattered.
"So what are we doing tonight?" Harry slid between the mirror and Louis and Louis smiled as he pulled on sweatpants.
"I was thinking we could just stay home, order some Chinese or something. Rent a movie."
Harry tried once again not to be dissapointed. Last valentines Day he had gone big. He rented out an entire restaurant (Louis' favorite) so the paps wouldn't see and he wine and dined him then took him for a walk on the beach on the moonlight. It took a lot of time and money to set it up but Harry thought Louis was worth it. Louis was worth the world in Harry's opinion.
"Oh. Okay. Yeah, that's fine." He forced a smile.
He escaped into the kitchen and made himself a bowl of cereal. Which reminded him that he had also made Louis breakfast in bed last Valentines Day.
He sighed as he ate alone. Louis came out a little while later and made a milkshake which Harry scolded him for. Louis had a habit of eating sweets for breakfeast. It was only a matter of time before the box of chocolates got opened.
When they were finished eating they sat on the couch and Louis flipped on the TV. Harry had just gotten into a comfortable position to cuddle with Louis when he spoke up.
"Babe, could you run to the store? We need a few things and I'm exausted." He produced a list from his pocket and handed it to him.
Harry glanced over it. It was just the basics. Milk, eggs, butter, etc. He sighed again.
"Can't this wait until tommorow. I just want to cuddle. He pouted.
"Please." Louis whined. "I'm craving milk and we have none because you drank it all."
Harry was getting frustrated now. It was like Louis didn't even want to be around him. Louis wasn't as open with his feelings as Harry was, but he still showed that he loved Harry. Most of the time.
The nights he would have to go out with his beard were when he would show it the most. He would constantly text Harry with things like "miss you babe:(" or "wish you were here" and Harry's personal favorite, "when I get home you better be naked."
Harry hoped he would at least get laid later that night.
"Fine, but only because I love you."
Harry almost cried when Louis didn't say it back.
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He had done the shopping and had picked up a box of chocolates since Louis handn't gotten him any. He would probably eat them and mope when Louis had to go on a Valentine's date with Eleanor the next day. After all the convincing of management he had to do to get Valentine's Day to themselves this is what Louis was making of it.
He was almost home when he got a call from Louis asking him to run by the dry cleaners and pick up his clothes. So, Harry stomped into the building and paid the fee before throwing it in the backseat of his car, not caring if it wrinkled. That'll teach him.
Harry carried the bags into the kitchen, hanging his head. He didn't want Louis to see the tears in his eyes.
He thought maybe Louis would run up to him and kiss him and tell he was sorry but he was greeted with silence.
