Louis's POV

Today is Valentines Day. 

Yeah sure it's a day for love and stuff but it's also Harry's and I's one

year anniversary. 

Call it cliché or whatever you want but it's a perfect day. I mean this way I can give him all the kisses and gifts I want without him complaining. 

Harry doesn't like me spoiling him. Bitch please! If you got Louis Tomlinson as your boyfriend of course you're going to he spoiled! 

I'm waiting for him to get home from Niall's house. No it doesn't bother me because I know that he'll never cheat on me. And because Niall had Liam. Yep, Niam forever! So no cheating is going to happen. 

It's half past eight and Harry should be home soon. I have a candle-lit

dinner ready in the huge balcony of our room. Surrounded by rose petals and

gifts scattered on edges. I know he won't want to open them so I have a little

game for him. 

Everything is set and ready and I'm wearing semi-formal clothes. Black

skinnies, TOMS and a dressy top. My hair is styled to the side sticking up

slightly. I look ok. 

I hear the front door open and an angelic voice calls out.

"Louis? Where are you love?" 

"In our balcony!" I call back smiling. 

There'a footsteps coming closer and then he enters the room. 

His curly hair is styled perfectly as always. His plump pink lips opens in a

shocked 'O'. His dazzling green eyes wide with amazement. Harry is wearing a

white V neck shirt, black skinnies and white hightops. Hot. 

"Lou? What is this?" he asks. 

"This my love, is our anniversary date and Valentines Day put into one." I

reply while ushering him onto a chair in the balcony. 

I pull out a chair for Harry do he can sit down and I sit down as well. He

looks down at his plate. 

"Did you cook this?" Harry asks amazed referring to the lobster dinner.

Yeah not fancy but anyone who knows me knows that I'm a terrible cook. 

"Yeah. Are you ok with it or want something else?" I ask nervously. What I'd

he doesn't like it? 

"Lou, of course I'm ok with it. You went through all the trouble to cook this

for me even though you know, can't cook well." he chuckles lightly. 

I can't help but chuckle as well. For him I'll do anything.

We begin to eat, occasionally feeding each other. And giving each other pecks

on the cheeks. We laugh and smile at each other. 

It's a nice night out. There are no clouds do the stars are bright in the

sky. The moon shining brightly giving things a moonlit glow to them. 

We finish eating the dinner. Which by the way, was actually good. I turn to

Harry and smile. 

"Gift time." 

He groans "Boo! I told you, no gifts!" 

"Too bad Styles!" I grin at him, noticing how he blushes lightly. 

I pick up the fist gift, a blue bag. "Here." 

He refuses to open it. Alright then. 

"How about this. I ask a question, if you can't answer it correctly you have

to open it. Ok?" 

"Fine." he replies after thinking about it. Yes. 

"What is my father's mother's uncle's sister's mom?" 

He gapes at me "How am I supposed to know that?" 

I shrug. I don't even know. It's the first thing I could come up with. I sit

watching Harry try to figure it out for a few minutes. Finally he gives up. 

"I don't know." he pauses "Give the gift." 

I give it to him smiling innocently. Grumbling he takes out the gift. 

A leather bracelet with a silver plaque. Etched on it is a simple message 

'In My Heart Is Where You Belong'. 

Harry looks at it shocked. "Harry?" 

He looks up and takes something from his pocket. A small black box. And hands

it to me. I open it and inside is the same bracelet. Same message. How? Shocked

I look at him to see him smiling which makes me smile. 

"Help me put it on?" we ask at the sane time. I grin. 

"Sure. " 

We clasp them around each others wrists and give each other a quick kiss. But

Harry has other ideas. 

"Not yet Harry." I scold playfully. 

He pouts "Please?" 

I shake my head "Open one more and then we'll see." 

He sighs but nods. I look around until I spot a purple bag. That one. 

I grab it and hand it to him. He takes out what's inside and gasps. It's two

white teddy bears each holding a heart. Stitched into the hearts are 'My Hazza'

and the other 'My Boobear'. 

Harry looks up with teary eyes and a warm smile. He hands me the 'My Hazza'

bear and keeps the other one. 

"I'm your Hazza." he says and leans towards me. Our foreheads meet and we're

looking onto each others eyes. Blue into green. 

"And I'm your Boobear."