It was early December, the country side of England was covered in a thin layer of snow, crisp and fresh and the Doncaster Palace was warm and cosy, getting ready for Christmas and the eighteenth birthday of their beloved prince.

The prince himself, still asleep in his shared chamber, was yet to notice that he lay there by himself that morning.

It put a frown on his face when he wakes, for the first time in a year, in an empty, bed. He misses the strong arm wrapped around his waist, the older man's breathing in his hair, his smell, he basically just misses his aplha whole.

Louis turns over in the bed, wanting to sleep some more but cuddling to Harry's pillow, until he found a piece of paper, perfectly folded with his name on top, on said pillow.

"

My dearest,

Since it's so close to your birthday I planned something small for you. I am already at a secret location, but do not worry about that yet.

Here is what you're going to do, love:
- Wake up (obviously), lay there for a bit, there's no hurry. Still tired? Go back to sleep, darling.
- When you're actually awake, you can go to the dining room, here you'll find not only an amazing breakfast made by the chefs but also Liam, he's your companion of the day. He knows where to go next.

Enjoy this day of pampering, treat yourself and let yourself be treated like the treasure you are.

We'll meet again before you know it.

All the love, x H.

"

••••••

Hello everybody!

Kinda a double update to make it up to you!

Questions:
- What is Harry planning?
- I know I'm skipping a lot of time, do you mind?
- How is life, are you good, well rested?

X Emma