It was a little after their second year together that Louis decided that it was time.

He approached Niall and Liam and asked them to swear to secrecy before the three of them put their heads together to formulate Louis' master plan.

The day of the execution of the plan, Louis walked up to Harry and wound his hands around his waist from behind, resting his face against Harry's back.

"Haz? Can I ask you to do something for me?"

"Since when do you have to ask Lou?" Harry said, turning around to pet Louis' cheek.

"Will you promise me to stay at home all day today?"

"All day!? But why Lou? What am I supposed to do sitting here all-"

Louis silenced him by pulling him closer and pressing a kiss onto his lips.

"Please? Trust me Haz."

How could Harry say no to that? He sighed, the words of protest dying on his lips and flopped onto the sofa, staring gloomily at the front door as Louis walked out after blowing him a goodbye kiss.

The clock had just struck noon when there was a knock on the door. Harry opened it, looking around puzzled when there was nobody standing outside. He was about to turn back inside when he noticed a small note lying on the ground.

My Hazza,

Today is going to be filled with surprises for you.

Every hour the door bell rings,
And with it a special gift it brings.

(Excuse the bad rhyming, I tried)

Yours sincerely,
Louis.

Harry walked back inside, the note clutched to his chest, a smile already breaking free on his face.

He busied himself with tidying the place for the next hour, glancing at the clock every two seconds, waiting for it to signal the arrival of the next hour.

Sure enough, at exactly one pm, the bell rang again and Harry rushed to the door this time, hoping to catch Louis but there was no one at the door again. He looked down and saw a brown box.

He carried it inside and opened it curiously. It was filled with all the movies they had watched together and attached with every movie was a note with all their favourite quotes and lines, handwritten by Louis.

With the third hour, arrived a large box filled with bits and pieces from when they were decorating the house together. There was a brush with dried up paint, fabrics of cloths for the curtains and sofa, paintings they had ended up never hanging on the walls.

Harry went through the entire box bit by bit, waves of nostalgia hitting him, wondering how Louis had even managed to even put together these things.

Next was a box filled with all the notes Harry had written Louis from the time they moved in together. Notes from when they were just friends, notes saying he was out shopping, notes saying he had to leave early for work, notes from after the time they began dating, filled with love you's and doodles of kisses. Harry sat down with on the ground with the notes around him, going through each one, his heart overwhelmed.

Next hour's surprise was a large photo album, filled with pictures of the two of them, pictures of them from when they hung out as just friends, progressing to candid shots of Harry that he didn't even know Louis had taken, pictures of the two of them covered in paint, pictures of the kitchen after Louis had cooked for the two of them, pictures of the sunsets they had watched together. So many memories were in that one album and Harry flipped page after page, his eyes prickling with tears when he saw how their relationship had slowly evolved.

Harry eagerly walked up to the door when the bell rang next and instead of a box, Louis stood there smiling at him.

"Lou" Harry whispered throwing his hands around his back and holding him close.

"One last thing Harry, come with me?"

At this point Harry would have walked to the moon if Louis asked him to, so he willingly agreed and took Louis hand, allowing him to lead the way.

Louis ushered Harry into the car, blindfolding him after they got in.

After about half an hour, Louis opened the door and guided harry out, holding his hand tightly, knowing how clumsy he was even with both his eyes open, a blindfolded Harry on the loose would be an absolute disaster.

When Louis took off the blindfold, Harry shook his head, his long curls tumbling all over the place and Louis combed them with his fingers to untangle them.

They were at a beach. More specifically, the beach they had had their first proper date at.

It was almost night, the sun had set but not quite, it was the time of the day that they loved the most, the time of the day that they'd always try and find time to spend together, staring at the sky as it changed colours, bringing on the dawn of the night.

They were standing right by the beach, the waves lapping gently against their toes, the atmosphere serene and calm.

When Harry turned back towards Louis after taking in the view, Louis was on one knee.

Harry's mind was failing him miserably, he couldn't think straight, his thoughts were a mess, crashing and spiraling in every direction.

"Harry, before I met you, love was a fictious concept to me, something I thought that novelists and playwrights made up, something I never thought I'd ever find because I didn't belive it existed in the first place. But you my Hazza, you changed my whole perspective on love. You taught me what love was, you taught me how it felt like to care about someone so much that your heart was filled with how much you love them, you taught me what it felt like to place someone's happiness before your own because the feeling you get when you see them smile is greater than any happiness you could have ever felt by yourself. You taught me that it was indeed possible for two people to make each other strong, that it was possible to love unconditionally, to want someone so much that it hurt. I've spent two years with you and these two years have been without doubt, the most incredible years of my life, they've made me feel alive Harry, you make me feel alive and it's enough for me to know that there's no other way I want to spend the rest of my life. When I'm with you, it feels like home. Harry Styles, will you marry me?"

Harry looked steadily at Louis, both their eyes watery, the love in Louis' blue eyes mirroring and reflecting itself in Harry's own green ones.

Was it healthy to feel this way about a person? Was it healthy to feel his heart beat erratically as though it was about to burst out of his chest every time he even thought of Louis? Was it healthy to lose his breath every time Louis smiled his pure sunshine smile, his eyes crinkling with joy or when he laughed at one of Harry's jokes even though it wasn't really funny. Was if healthy to feel incomplete when he wasn't with Louis? Harry didn't know and he didn't care.

He crouched onto the ground beside Louis and threw his hands around his neck, the two of them toppling over and rolling onto the sand, Harry mumbling yes over and over again in Louis' ears.

Author's Note

It's been a wonderful journey and I'm so so so glad you guys were a part of it.

I don't have enough words to express how grateful I am to all of you'll for supporting me as I fulfilled my dream of writing a book.

I love each and every one of you.

Vika.