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.•.•.Flashback.•.•.

Harry takes a look at himself in the mirror and lets out a brief sigh. His curls are cocooning around his face and tickle just below his ear. Harry's hair is getting a tad longer, and he may want to see how much he can grow out. Once he feels satisfied in his look, black shirt and gray cargos, he grabs his duffle bag and heads out the room. As he trots down the stairs, he gets a message from the boy's and smile.

"Mum! Zayn is here with Niall," He yells out to her once he reaches the bottom, staring wide eyed at everyone in the living room.

"Never would have guessed," his mum teases. She's sat on the couch with Niall and Zayn on either side of her, both turning to look at Harry with amused glances.

"Let's go Harry Beary. Don't want to be late," Niall cheers right away. He springs up from the couch with a clap of his hands and starts to head out the door. Zayn rolls his eyes but reluctantly follows after giving Anne a hug.

Harry laughs at the both of them and slides his way over towards her. She wraps an arm around Harry's shoulder and pulls him to her side, "Okay, sweetie. Have fun, be safe. Call me when you get there."

"Bye mum, love you," Harry replies with a sweet kiss to her cheek. He then grabs his duffel bag and heads out the door. He jogs slightly to Zayn's car and throws himself in the back seat, already getting comfortable as he feels his eyes get heavy with sleep.

They arrive to Zayn's beach house around noon. He's throwing a party around evening time so they had enough time to start setting things up before they need to get ready. A few of their other friends from school show up early as well to help set up. They bring food and alcohol and begin to fix the music station while the three of them go upstairs to change.

"You're drinking right, Haz?" Zayn questions from his spot at the mirror, applying hair spray to his fringe.

"Yeah, why not?" Harry asks with a laugh, turning to look at him from his spot at the counter. Zayn gives Harry a shrug and goes back to spraying his hair. Harry scoffs bitterly at the fact they always see him as a baby, but he goes back to applying deodorant under his arms.

"Maybe it's because you're a baby," Niall repeats Harry's thoughts. His laughter booms from Zayn's room and it causes Harry to groan some more.

"Well," Zayn sighs as he places a hand on Harry's shoulder, "You just turned 15 so we didn't know, love."

"I'll drink, Zayn. Don't worry about me," Harry reassures him. He gives him a cheeky smile and drags the both of them out the room when they hear the front door ring. Zayn's beach house quickly fills up with a bunch of his friends. He has people back from his home town and people he has from his school here. Usually Harry's awkward around people he doesn't know, but with alcohol he's more social.

"Harry," Zayn calls from behind the crowd. Harry puts the cup down on the ledge of the deck and turns

his head to see Zayn walking towards him. He has his arm around a lad with nice fluffy hair almost similar to Harry's, and nice pretty brown eyes. "This is Liam, a-another one of my friends from b-back home." Zayn slurs. His body lays heavy against Liam's as his eyes are barely even open to see in front of him.

"Hi Harry, I'm Liam," Liam greets Harry with a sweet smile. He seems to be more sober than Zayn, so Harry is thankful he is at least watching him for the time being.

"I can guess Zayn is already having a good time," Harry laughs, pointing over at Zayn as he starts to loll his head backwards to look at the sky. Harry's laugh continues as Zayn suddenly starts to pull Liam away towards the dance floor. Liam gives Harry an apologetic smile as he simply waves him off.

Harry decides to walk more down the deck and sit on the bench towards the end. He turns to see Liam and Zayn dancing together, and he smiles as he goes back to looking at the ocean in front.

"Well if it isn't the famous Harry who my best friend is cheating on me with." A voice suddenly says. Harry feels his face automatically break out in to a smile as he turns around to see Louis standing behind him. Louis smiles back and comes to take a seat next to where Harry is. It's been nearly 4 months since the last time Harry saw him, and seeing Louis right here makes his blood bubble and insides tingle.

"Are you stalking me?" Harry teases. Louis looks mock offended as he pushes Harry lightly. Harry lets out a squeal as he nearly falls backwards off the bench, but Louis quickly grips Harry's arm to steady him right.

Louis shakes his head fondly as he places his hands back in his lap, "No, it's more like fate,"

"Fate? How so?" Harry questions. He stares at Louis for a moment as he makes a thinking face, causing Harry to wiggle his eyebrows at him when he squints his eyes together.

"There's nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be," Louis recites with a hand on his heart.

Harry gives him a look before giggling lightly, "Or maybe we are where we are meant to be because we have a mutual friend."

"You hurt me with your lack of belief in fate and destiny," Louis sighs dramatically. He runs his fingers through his fringe before turning to pout at Harry cutely.

"You're very dramatic," Harry easily teases, seeing Louis roll his eyes and take a sip of his drink. Harry decides to follow suit as well and chug the last couple of gulps he has left. Harry lets out shiver as the alcohol bubbles in his system. He shakes his shoulders before hesitantly standing up, noticing Louis' hand out in the air in case he were to fall over. " Let's dance," Harry calls out to him. Harry grabs the hand that is in the air and forces Louis to follow him towards the dance area. Harry hears Louis groan behind him, but his free hand that rests on Harry's hip is what makes his heart thump faster.

A fun song is playing on the stereo, and Harry turns towards Louis once they're surrounded by dancing people. Louis gives Harry a warm smile as Harry tosses his arms in the air and wiggles them around. " You look like a worm," Louis tells Harry with a laugh.

Harry shrugs his shoulders as he continues to wiggle his arms around in the air, now sloppily shaking his hips, " Just let loose Louis." Harry grabs Louis' wrist and makes him dance with Harry like this. Louis waves their hands in the air and both sloppily shake their hips until Louis starts laughing.

"Okay, wiggle worm. Let's go back over there," Louis whispers when he leans in close to Harry. Harry nods at him as he lets Louis guide them from the dance area. He places a hand on the small of Harry's back while the other one holds on to Harry's arm. Harry follows his push towards the bench we they were at earlier and has Louis help him sit down.

They sit there together in the quiet with the sound of the house music and the faint sound of the ocean. Harry stares out at the water until he can feel Louis' eyes on him, and when Harry turns to look at Louis, he sees he is staring with a smile. "How old are you by the way?" Louis asks.

"15, you?"

He widens his eyes briefly before settling them, "Damn, you are young. I'm 17." Harry hums in response to his answer and gets ready to ask more questions to know Louis better, but then everything seems to feel different than before. It's like the world suddenly stops and they are all frozen in place.

"I wish you would just wake up already, my love. Please."

Harry's whole body jolts with electricity and a sense of warmth and comfort flows through his veins. He can hear the echo of Louis' voice ringing in his ear, and Harry's turning his head to see where his voice came from. "I am awake, silly. Look at me," Harry pleads to Louis desperately.

Harry continues turning to hear Louis' voice again, but it's nowhere to be heard. Harry slumps his shoulders and turns to the body sitting next to him and widens his eyes when he sees Louis' head slowly turn towards his. "You're not awake, Harry," the body says, and although he does look real, the voice that came from him sounded nothing like Louis' beautiful high pitched rasp.

"Louis, I am awake. Stop it." Harry cries out, something unusual churning in his stomach and causing him to dig his fingers into his thighs. Then suddenly, the scene begins to spin. Harry's hair is flying through the wind as he stays frozen in his spot until the beach area is gone, and Harry's left in an endless black room. Harry stands up from the bench and does a quick turn to see if there is anything recognizable. He feels alone and cold, but then that same voice that makes him feel comfortable echoes again, and Harry cannot help but smile.

"My favorite part about you is probably your eyes. They're this beautiful shade of green that remind me of emeralds every time light reflects off them. God, I wish I could see them right now."

Louis' body is still sat on the bench completely unmoving. Harry tilts his head at Louis' motionless self and walks a little closer to see why Harry hears his voice but sees nothing from this body. "Lou?" Harry questions as he hesitantly reaches to touch Louis' shoulder. But, Louis' body starts to fade away again. Harry lets out a gasp as Louis starts to seep away in to the darkness, and Harry quickly picks his pace up to go grab Louis before he leaves him all alone again.

"No, don't leave me again. Please stay with me," Harry whines desperately, and as Harry's reaching to grab Louis' shirt, he just poofs away completely. A sudden gush of wind sweeps through the room and hits Harry straight in to his lungs. He lets out a heavy breath as he falls on his back; the feeling in his chest is so constricted as he has trouble breathing through it. Another gush of wind comes through and then everything is gone, and Harry cannot see.

.•.•.Present Day.•.•.

"This is to help him breathe. With his collapsed lung, he needed more than the oxygen mask to get air to circulate through his lungs," the nurse starts to explain, setting the machine properly, "After the surgery, he basically lost the ability to breath on his own."

Louis' heart is thumping loudly as he continues to watch the nurse hook Harry up to a ventilator. Louis' worriedness continues to grow, and seeing Harry with tubes sticking out from his mouth makes Louis begin to think the worse. "Um, is-is that good or bad?" Louis asks quietly, holding tightly onto Harry's limp hand. Louis looks over at Harry with teary eyes and sees Harry's head wrapped in a bandage and his right arm hung in a sling. The gashes along his body don't looks so disturbing anymore, but his skin is ice pale.

"It just means that it's doing the breathing for him. The doctor had to remove some blood clots plus the contusion to prevent the brain from swelling," she explains slowly, "But because of the contusions and pressure on his brain, it's affecting different parts there. Via, the brain stem that sends signals for his breathing. We haven't seen any severity right now, but the ventilator is helping what he can't do on his own."

Anne walks over to Louis and places her hand on his shoulder, a soft sigh escaping her lips, "Dear, it's going to be okay. He can do this, we just have to stay positive."

Louis rolls his eyes hastily and gives one more squeeze to Harrys hand. He pushes the chair back that he is sitting on and stands up abruptly, heading out the room right away to meet the boy's in the waiting room. Louis honestly can't stand the positivity that Anne has. The love of his life is laying there looking half dead, and it's hard to see the bright side when his heart feels this way.

Louis sits down next to the boy's quietly as Zayn walks up with a muffin and tea in his hand, "Hey Lou, brought you something to eat."

"Not hungry," Louis mumbles lamely. Louis' cushions himself more in the seat as Zayn grunts and places the stuff on the table. He takes a seat across from Louis and lets out a sigh.

Liam shifts in his spot next to Louis and places a careful hand on Louis' shoulder, "Bud, you got to eat something. You barely had anything since we got here, and that was about 4 days ago."

"Just leave me alone," Louis grumbles, pulling his knees up to his chest and burying his head in between his legs to hide his tears. They then sit in the silence for the rest of the night. Liam places a hand on Louis' back, and Niall eventually reaches for Louis' hand.

"I'm so sorry," Niall whispers to Louis, slicing a knife right through Louis' heart as he leans his head over to his shoulder.

"I'm sorry too."