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Little notes he leaves for you around the house.

Harry: You couldn't help but laugh every time you found one of the notes, Harry having left for the day but wanting to leave you with something that would make you smile. If a red house is made out of red brick, a blue house of blue brick, what is a green house made of? Your mouth was already spread as you thought, your mind immediately moving to think that the green house would be made of green brick. You pulled the note from the mirror, opening the cabinet to where he always kept another note with the answer. Glass! Get it? Your body shook from laughter, another of Harry's jokes lighting your day even when he wasn't there.

Louis: Louis had always laughed at your sometimes intense organizational skills, but it was also one of his favorite parts about you. He loved calming you down when you thought you were running late or when you realized you had a ten page paper due in two weeks, as though you couldn't spit it out in one. The little planner you always left on your desk was one of your most important possessions and you couldn't help but smile when you'd wake in the morning opening it to a page with a little note attached from Louis. On days when you had a test: Good luck babe! On the day of your anniversary: Best day ever! :p Happy one year! Finally, on an ordinary day, placed in the reminder section of your notebook: I love you!

Niall: Niall knew of the harsh criticism you spoke to yourself when you looked upon your reflection, your subconscious mind serving as your worst enemy. Taking note of that, there was a note on every mirror in your home, in every place where you could see yourself staring back. On the bathroom mirror, just say aloud the opposite of what you think about the way you look and you'll know exactly how I see your beauty, stuck to the mirror that hung on the back of your closet door, your butt actually looks awesome in whatever jeans you're wearing, and even on the hand mirror you kept in your purse, tiny handwriting that greeted you whenever you opened it, hey pretty girl. Every day, as you looked at yourself, reading the notes that he'd left you were slowly able to believe, for your thoughts to alter so that when you looked in the mirror, you saw exactly what he saw, true beauty.

Liam: The little notes Liam always left around the house never failed to put a smile on your face. It was always something new, a I love waking up next to you or miss you already, scrawled in his hand writing. Still, you couldn't help but blush at knowing that he'd discovered your cute little secret that you kept each and every note he'd left, stuffed in a clear jar at the back of your closet. Now, as you looked at the jar you couldn't help but smile at the note he'd left, sticking to the surface of the glass, a simple heart that would join the dozens of other messages he'd left for you to show his love.

Zayn: You giggled as you opened the cabinet where you kept the cups, pulling the sticky note from the wood and smiling to yourself. "Thirteen." You counted to yourself, pulling out your phone even though you knew he would be in the middle of the show. You waited, pouring yourself a drink while the phone rang, grinning when you heard his voice through his voicemail, speaking after the beep. "Hi there, I have found another one of your notes. I know you just don't want me to forget but I promise I'll never forget. Oh, and I love you too." The smile could be heard in your voice as you responded to the little notes you'd been finding since he left for tour, all with the same words on them, I love you.