"He had those kind of eyes that shone with the light of 'everything will be okay'."

-Atticus

Everything about London is perfect. Despite the constant showers, London is quite big and adventurous. There is always something to do that can easily fill the day with adventure. Whether it's strolling through the parks to admire all the people, or going to the London Eye and getting a birds view of what the city looks like; there is never a dull day.

Except for today, unfortunately.

Today is snowing. The perfect weather for Louis to just lay in front of the fireplace and watch some Christmas movies on the telly; well, despite Christmas being over weeks ago, but those are just some minor details. Harry loves Christmas movies no matter the season, so of course Louis would oblige and watch as many of those sappy movies that Harry wanted to. It's what being in a relationship means.

Sadly though, Harry had to leave to grab a package from the postal office about half an hour ago, leaving Louis here all alone for a while. But other than that the day has gone by pretty slow.

Actually, rather slow.

The hours drag on and time seems to be going at snail's speed while Louis sits here sprawled on the couch alone. Especially when Harry isn't by his side, it feels like the world is stopped and will only continue if Harry is there with him.

That is, until Louis got the one phone call that made everything in his world turn completely upside. Making this slow day turn rather rapid and chaotic. Everything coming in like a whirlwind and hitting Louis right in the heart and sending sharp shivers down his spine.

"Hello?" The person voices, "Is this Louis Tomlinson?"

.•.•.Flashback.•.•.

The venue is still as Harry remembered. The stage area is not the biggest, but it is a good size for the band to set up and jump around everywhere while playing their songs. Crazy to think that a couple months ago Harry was here performing with his band White Eskimo in the battle of the bands. Now he's here with Niall, watching The Script for his birthday. This band is playing on the same stage that Harry had won on.

It is amazing.

Harry and Niall file into the room, being one of the first few people here early, they are able to get a spot closest to the stage. All those 4 hours of waiting were being paid off, and now Harry is thankful that Niall woke him up super early for this. By the time they get to the front, Harry taps Niall on the shoulder to grasp his attention since he started singing along to the DJ music playing.

"Hey , I'm going to the loo before the place fills up," Harry leans over to say into Niall's ear. He looks over to Harry and gives him a thumbs up.

"Sounds good. Don't be too long, not sure how long I can hold up your spot."

Harry smiles back at him and runs off the bathroom. Right when he gets to the door, he swung it open and quickly fumbles with the button on his pants. Harry's muttering cuss words until finally he gets his pants down and can relive himself in the urinal.

Harry stands there doing his business when the door swings open and someone walks in the bathroom. Normally Harry wouldn't think much of it, but it was just him and the guy right now in the bathroom and he chose to stand towards the urinal closest to Harry.

Harry can feel the stranger's eyes staring at the side of his face as he continues to pee. Harry tries not to let it affect him much, but he feels slightly uncomfortable since it is only them two. Harry starts shifting uncomfortably, which was the exact same time the boy decides to place a hand on his shoulder as he simply says, "Hi, do I-"

He is not even able to finish his sentence because when his hand makes contact with Harry, his whole body flinches his way. Harry's face flushes red and his eyes go completely wide as he notices some of the pee having splashed on his foot.

"Oops, oh my gosh I am so sorry, I-I," Harry frantically turns back to the urinal and shoves himself back in his pants. Harry steps back and turns to face the stranger again and starts freaking out in utter embarrassment. Harry brings his hands to his curls and start pulling, "I am so sorry I can't believe-"

Harry's incisive rambling of apologies gets cut off when the boy starts to giggle. He giggles like he didn't just get a stranger's pee on his shoe. Harry l ooks up at him with a confused expression as he waves Harry off dismissively, continuing Harry's flabbergasted emotion. Harry feels as if he would puke if someone peed on him, but the stranger seems to just find it amusing.

"Mate, it's ok," the stranger says honestly, his bright blue eyes warm and calming.

Harry's ready to completely argue and offer to buy him shoes or something, but the door to the washroom opens again. Harry is ready to groan and completely cry because the thought of embarrassing himself in front of more strangers doesn't sound appealing. But when he turns, Harry sees a familiar face causing a big smile to break through on his lips and relief flush through his body.

"Zayn?" Harry questions.

"Harry?" He questions equally confused.

"A-Ha." The stranger screeches like he just hit eureka, "You are the boy from Cheshire. With the curls. Zayn told me about you. You lot go to school together."

Harry glances at the stranger for a moment with a confused expression. Do they know each other? Harry's ready to question the both of them when suddenly Zayn is laughing and walking to stand next to the dude.

"Yeah, Harry. This is Louis, childhood friend of mine," Zayn greets the both of them, "Louis this is Harry, he's my neighbor."

"You two know each other?" Harry motions between the two, still so dumbfounded.

"Yes," Zayn laughs, wrapping an arm around Louis' shoulder, "Was my best friend before I moved next door to you. I've told you about him. The sass master from Doncaster? Remember?"

Harry nods his head in remembering when Zayn had talked about it. It was the first weekend after them becoming friends that Zayn came back from visiting Doncaster. Harry had questioned him then why he went, and Zayn mentioned visiting a friend.

"We actually just met." Louis says with a smile, giving Harry a little wink which shot some tingling feeling in Harry's heart, "He peed on me."

Zayn starts laughing right away and places a hand on his chest to try and calm himself down. Harry's face further flushes a dark red as he widens his eyes comically, shaking his hands in front of his body.

"Really, I am so sorry," Harry splitters out, "I have never done that before."

Louis smiles warmly at Harry and shakes his head, "Relax mate, I'm just fucking with you," he eases.

Louis smiles continue to be straight towards Harry, and Harry can feel his whole body going jello with just Louis' look. His eyes were bright and warm. His smile soft and sweet. His hair fluffy and smooth. The longer he is staring, the more Harry can realize how attractive he really is. He is making Harry's stomach flip in butterflies and his toes tingle with want.

Then something starts to change.

"Harry, wake up please."

Louis' voice suddenly echoes in to the room and brings a dreamy sound to Harry's ears. Like warm syrup. So perfect with the way he looks. It is a little high pitched, but raspy in a masculine way that brings comfort to Harry's body.

"Baby, wake up please."

Then that change continues. The room starting to spin and making Harry's eyes go dizzy. It is Louis that is different. He looks older, no longer looking like the 17 year old Harry met. He looks almost 22 years old, like the man that Harry is in love with in the future. Having grown a couple of inches. His red jeans turning into tight black skinnies. His stripe top into a muscle shirt. White vans for black Adidas. His once smooth face growing some stubble. The fringe gone into longer strands curling the backside of his neck.

He's beautiful. But different. Little confusing.

"Sweetheart, you're ok. I love you."

And there is that voice again.

Harry continues to hear the same voice that sounds a lot like Louis, but it is echoing in the room rather than coming from the boy standing in front of him. It's making Harry's head spin and his body go rigid. When Harry remembers the first time he ever met Louis, this never happened. After Louis teased Harry about the peeing incident, he said they should meet up again and left the bathroom with Zayn.

Harry specifically remembers Zayn winking at him on the way out and Harry's cheeks firing up because of how attractive he thought Louis was.

These voices Harry hear, it is different. The bathroom that he is in is frozen. Harry feels as if he cannot move with his feet being as if they are planted to the ground.

"Harry."

The voice again echoes, and with the sound of Harry's name rolling off of Louis' tongue causes him to completely go still. That same voice causing relief and comfort to flush through Harry's veins, and only then he notices the bathroom is starting to change. The bathroom begins to actually spin around Harry in his frozen spot. Harry's turning his head to grasp what's going on, but he grows frustrated and starts to pull his curls.

"What is happening?" He cries helplessly out, feeling himself go dizzy.

The room continues to spin and a sudden white light starts to flood the room. Harry's eyes go wide when he sees that Zayn's body is completely fading away. And then Harry is left there in a simple white room, feeling hopeless and loss.

"Lou?" He whimpers, "I'm scared."

"You can do this," his voice finally says from the body in front of Harry.

Louis blows Harry a kiss and offers him a smile. He starts to back away from where Harry is standing and begins to fade away slowly, causing Harry's heart to drop to his stomach and his lungs to collapse.

"Don't leave me." Harry cries as he starts to follow him, but the closer Harry gets the quicker his body fades away. "NO. Stay." Harry's pace starts picking up speed to get closer to him, but his body keeps disappearing into the abyss of the white room. "LOUIS!" Harry shrieks, but by the time he gets to him, Louis had already disappeared. And now Harry is all by himself, breathing rapidly and spinning in circles. He's scared. And he's alone.

Why is there pain? Loneliness? Troubled breathing? Aching heart? Stomach hurting? What is happening?

Then the room changes again. It is no longer white, it is black. And then a light flashes brightly above Harry, and he is suddenly nowhere to be seen again.

"You're okay, baby. Just open those pretty green eyes for me, sweetheart."