"Don't confess, write songs." An advice by Harry Styles.

End of the Day (both)

It was a five minute walk to Louis' next location. When Larry finally arrived, Niall, Liam and Zayn left the place, the Irish giving Harry a small wink. Louis didn't stop smiling the whole way. They walked through a forest after Louis assured Harry that he wasn't planning on murdering him. And then Harry saw the magical open place.

Harry just stared in awe, not saying anything. It was an open place, but no people nearby. A small lake was next to it. And in the middle of the grass floor someone had spread out a picnic cloth. Two of the three candles were lit, the third was probably blown out by the wind. To top it all off: it was winter. That meant it got dark pretty soon. And there were no clouds at all, so you could spot every single star.

'Well?' Louis asked curiously.

'Beautiful,' Harry whispered while hugging Louis tightly. Both his and Louis' face were squished between the other's shoulder and neck. But it was loving, therefore perfect.

'C'mon, let's eat while the chicken's still warm. You must be hungry,' Louis stated. He led the green-eyed boy towards the cloth and sat down next to him. He handed him the end of a soft blanket whilst he took the other end himself so they both were cozy.

'Winter is cold, so I brought a blanket,' Louis explained unnecessarily. He then got the chicken out of the braided basket, (it was in a separate box, don't worry) gave Harry a still warm piece and himself.

'Did you make this?' Harry asked, cautiously taking a first bite, because he didn't know how warm the chicken was.

'Well,' Louis chuckled, 'I tried, but apparently I used cheese which was edible until a month ago so the chicken was poisonous. Then I had not enough time so Zayn and Liam made this chicken.' Harry laughed.

They ate in silence. It was a nice silence. They were both a little tired and collected the rest. Harry crawled a little more against Louis's side. Louis looked up at the stars whilst Harry looked up at him. Both admiring beauty.

'I sometimes imagine how my mum and Fizz are up there, you know? I think I hope somewhere that they just see me and are proud of me,' Louis said, opening up. Harry knew that the death of Jay and Fizzy changed a lot in Louis' life. He would always ask Niall if Louis was okay, but Niall always responded with how Louis never talked about it.

'I get that, my stepdad passed a while ago away too. I know that's not completely the same, but still,' Harry answered. Louis remained silent, then turned to Harry with a happy smile.

'You're on a whole new level of charming,' Louis said, looking in these green eyes. His heart skipped a beat. Then decided to do something terrifying. His head got closer to Harry's and-

A peck on his cheek.

Harry blushed, but said offended: 'I've been waiting for seven whole years and this is what I get?'

Louis smiled, but was still a little insecure. What if he went too fast? What if Harry didn't mean it like that? What if- what if-

'Are you sure?' Louis asked, not wanting to be too quick with everything. Harry chuckled.

'Just kiss me, you fool.'

And they did.

One moment existing purely out of Louis and Harry, Harry and Louis and the love between them.