Unexpected Love

Chapter Forty Eight

"Happy birthday, Louis!" Harry shouted, waking me up from my dreams. I groaned, not wanting to get up. Yes, it was my birthday, but Harry and I had stayed up late last night and I wanted to stay in bed a bit longer this morning. I pulled the duvet further over my head, trying to block out the sound of Harry singing happy birthday out of key. "Wake up, wake up! It's your birthday! Wake up!" he chanted, shaking me until I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed him off me, stomping to the bathroom and slamming the door behind me. I could hear Harry laughing from the other room as I turned the shower on, letting the hot water cover my body and wake me up. When I was done, I trudged downstairs to find Harry had prepared a cooked breakfast for us both. "You didn't think I'd make you wake up for no reason?" he smirked, handing me a plate. I smiled, thanking him for his efforts and taking some of the food. He really was a great cook. "What would you like to do today?" he asked, waiting for my response.

"I don't know, I don't have anything planned," I replied, taking a bite of the perfectly cooked bacon.

"I have an idea, if you're up for it?" he asked, and I nodded, wondering what he had in store for me. "I thought, maybe we could recreate some of our relationship," he suggested. "We could go ice skating as that is where we first met, we could play video games as that was the first time we hung out together, we could go to the cliff and watch the sunset as that was our first date and then we could go for drinks with the boys later as that was when we had our first kiss?" he smiled, waiting for my reaction.

"That sounds like a perfect day," I answered, smiling wildly at him. "We can combine my birthday with our first anniversary as tomorrow is going to be pretty busy."

***

"Harry, put me down!" I squealed as he spun me around on the ice. The whole time we'd been here we had been laughing and messing about with each other. As our session came to an end, he pulled me into the middle of the rink, holding my hands and looking directly into my eyes.

"If you look over there," he said, pointing to the furthest corner of the rink, "that was where you were standing when I first noticed you. And right about here," he continued, pointing to exactly where we were currently standing, "is where you were laying when you were sick on my shoe and I realised how attractive you were." I smiled up at him, reaching up and pressing my lips onto his.

"And now, this is the exact place where I get to say I love you," I replied, kissing him once again.

***

"How are you so good at this?" Harry complained, bashing the controller into the sofa cushion.

"Lots of practice," I smirked, controlling my player to shoot into his goal. "Yes! 3-1! Get in!"

"It's not fair," he huffed, "how have I not improved since the first time we played?"

"Oh, you were so bad that day! I remember purposefully missing the goal so that you wouldn't get too annoyed!" I laughed, sticking my tongue out at the curly haired lad sat next to me.

"Did you know, it was during that game when I first realised, I may have feelings for you? You were biting your lip as you concentrated, and you'd smile sheepishly when you scored. Your eyes crinkled when you smiled and I just thought you were such a great person to be around," he said, leaning over to kiss me gently on the cheek.

"That's so cute! However, your current lack of concentration means I just scored again. Suck it, Styles!" I screeched, laughing at Harry as he slumped back on the sofa, waiting for the final whistle.

"You have no idea how much I want to do just that," he smirked, winking at me as I rolled my eyes. "Upstairs?" he suggested, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the bedroom with him.

***

As afternoon turned to evening, Harry and I huddled together wearing our thickest coats and surrounded by our comfiest blankets. It was absolutely freezing considering it was Christmas Eve, but there was nowhere else I would rather have been in this moment. "I love you, Louis," Harry said, kissing my forehead as we laid on the blankets, my head resting on his chest.

"I love you too, Harry,"

"Do you remember coming here the day after we had our first kiss?" he asked, his fingers stroking the side of my arm.

"Yeah, I was so nervous to be with you. I was so confused about how I was feeling and everything that day was just so romantic. It was crazy," I admitted, thinking back to that day.

"I still have the picture we took," he said, grabbing his phone to show me. We were smiling so brightly; his head was resting on my shoulder and his arms were wrapped around my waist. It was the first photo we took together after admitting our feelings for one another. It was a special moment.

"Who would have thought that day that we'd be here now, preparing to get married in less than a month," I chuckled, turning my head to look at Harry.

"I couldn't be happier with how things have turned out."

***

"Happy birthday, Louis!" Maya shouted at me over the music. Pregnancy looked good on her, she was so happy and her and Liam were buzzing to be parents.

"We can't stay for long, but thought we'd come and say hi," Liam admitted, giving me a quick hug.

"No! You can stay, Li, I'll be fine!" Maya demanded, and Liam eventually agreed to staying out with us. Maya then left, hugging me goodbye and leaving us to have a good time.

"Where's Niall and Zayn gone?" I asked, scanning the club to find them.

"They're getting drinks, they'll be back in a minute," Harry answered, shifting slightly in his seat. He looked nervous, but I couldn't figure out why. When the song ended, and Niall and Zayn joined us again, the DJ started to talk into his microphone.

"It has been brought to my attention that we have someone celebrating their birthday here tonight. This song is dedicated to Louis," he said, a familiar song beginning to blast through the speakers. I turned to Harry, who was standing up and grabbing my hand.

"Thiswas the song that was playing when we had our first kiss, it also happens to beyour favourite song. Come on, let's celebrate properly," Harry whispered in myear, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. We made our way to thedance floor, dancing and singing along to Rock 'n' Roll Star by Oasis. I lookedaround at my circle of friends, noticing how we were all enjoying ourselves asthe alcohol flowed through our bodies. Suddenly, Harry grabbed my waist andpulled me towards him, planting a passionate kiss onto my lips. "Happybirthday, Louis," he whispered into my ear again, "I love you and I'm so proudof how far we've come."

Nice little memory chapter! How cute would it be to actually do this!