Louis decides to go home finally a week after Harry's accident, or more like he is forced to go home to shower and get proper sleep in his bed. Louis' been crashing on the couches in the waiting room, and his back had slowly been killing him. He opens the door to his flat- his and Harry's flat- and it instantly smells fruity. Louis smiles thinking back to the day Harry filled every outlet with those scented candles that make the house smell like citrus pineapple.

It was Harry's mission to make sure that every inch of this flat smelt like that flavor, and honestly he wouldn't talk to Louis all day until he helped Harry out. He always does these adorable things that Louis misses so much. Louis also miss him a lot.

Louis walks up the stairs to their room, frozen at the door when he stands in the archway looking into the room. He feels emotionless as he admires the place that he shares every night with Harry, a rush of sadness washing over him. This will be the first night Louis will sleep in their bed without Harry by his side. Without his body warming up next to Louis'. Without his curls suffocating Louis' mouth.

Louis did not want to speak, nor feel anything. Everything he has ever felt was tied in with Harry, but he's not here with him. Louis' alone. It is a sad and empty feeling Louis feels in the pit of his heart that makes his head go dizzy. Louis lets out a sigh and steps slowly into the room. A cold shiver runs up from his toes as he begins stripping free of his clothes. Louis then heads towards the washroom because he hasn't cleaned himself since going to the hospital, and he knows he smells like the place.

Louis decides to wash his hair with Harry's kiwi shampoo. Harry doesn't smell like himself anymore, he's smells like medicine, and that's the worst smell in the entire universe. Louis thinks he really has to convince the nurses to let him give Harry a sponge bath. At just the thought of this, Louis leans his forehead against the wall of the shower and starts giggling. Harry would hate him for ever springing that idea on them.

Once Louis feels like he scrubs the horrible week off his body, he gets out the shower and wraps a towel around his waist, heading over to Harry's dresser. He grabs a pair of briefs and then a pair of Harry's favorite pajama bottoms. Ones with monkeys and bananas. Then he grab plastered on the front. Louis smiles at the story behind the meaning of the Minnie Mouse and walks to lay on his side of the bed.

Louis grabs one of Harry's Minnie Mouse stuffed animal, the one he won for him on their first date, and holds it close to his chest before slowly falling deep into sleep. Louis needs this.

.•.•.Flashback.•.•.

"How did you manage to do this?" Harry asks laughing while he follows Louis through the massive crowd of people. How Louis managed to get Harry to go on a date with him is beyond Harry. Harry barely sees Louis as it is, but he just can't seem to stop talking to Louis, or even thinking about him. He easily amuses Harry, always makes Harry laugh, always makes Harry blush. Basically, Harry likes how Louis makes him feel.

Harry likes how Louis looks too. Louis always manages to put the best attire whenever he's around Harry. Like he always dresses to impress for Harry, and that thought alone makes Harry's heart skip a beat. Tonight he w ears some nice dark blue skinny jeans, white vans, and a comfy cream colored sweater with cute little polka dots. Harry went with black skinnies, white high tops, and white shirt with a tan scarf and a black blazer.

"It's called magic, Styles. Believe in it," Louis teases as he turns around to grab Harry's hand in his. Louis continues pulling Harry through the crowduntil he stops in front of a game that has a football net and a wall full of different stuffed items for prizes.

For the date, Louis took Harry to a carnival in London that is hosted there every September, and Louis just HAD to take Harry there. Harry guesses the quick weekends they got to hang out and the endless nights of texting wasn't enough for him, but Harry's not complaining. Those weekends are usually filled with Zayn being their middle man. Whether Louis comes to visit him or whether Harry goes with Zayn to visit him in Doncaster .

"I believe you are crazy," Harry laugh as Louis pa ys four tickets to get a couple footballs handed to him.

" When you believe in a thing, believe in it all the way, implicitly and unquestionable , " Louis quotes with a smirk . H e bites his lip while staring at Harry with his bright blue eyes. He reaches blindly for a football from the worker and nods his head in the direction of the game.

Harry rol ls his eyes at him, "You quote Walt Disney to me?"

"How about the Minnie Mouse?" He asks instead, ignoring the question . He points up top where a is hanging. Harry's eyes trail up to the prize, and he starts laughing, placing his hands on my hips and shaking his head at Louis.

"Why the Minnie Mouse?" Harry asks.

The smile on Louis' face continues to grow as he takes a step closer to Harry. He places a gentle hand on Harry's cheek and runs his knuckles along the side of his jaw , " If you can dream it, you can do it . " Louis winks at Harry, and Harry feels his face flush pink. Louis turns around towards the game and places the ball on the ground. He looks determined as he angles himself right towards the goal.

The goalie in the game is moving all around, and Louis waits for the perfect opportunity to kick. Harry's stomach suddenly fills with butterflies and his heart thumps louder at the idea of Louis winning him a prize. As cliche as it sounds, it's always been something Harry wanted to experience . Louis quickly looks over his shoulder at Harry and winks. The first ball goes in the net, and then the next three follow as well. The buzzer starts cheering and he turns around and offers a big smile, causing Harry's skin to feel on fire.

"Winner, what would you like sir?" The worker questions . Harry's stunned that Louis has managed to make all the balls in the goal. He looks smug as he tells the worker he wants the Minnie Mouse before turning to walk towards Harry.

"You play football?" Harry asks curiously as Louis hand s him the Minnie Mouse .

Louis gives his shoulders a causal shrug and grabs on to Harry's free hand. He starts leading them to some of the rides while keeping Harry closer to his body. Harry's eyes stare in wonderment at the side of Louis' face because he always seems to surprise Harry with something. " I do actually. Play for my school."

"That's so cool," Harry gasps in awe. The thought alone of having a potential athlete as a boyfriend makes Harry's heart skip a beat , "I have to come see you play, now." Louis laughs as he steps aside to let Harry walk up the stairs to get in line for the ride. Harry feels the warmth from Louis' hand hovering over the dip of his lower back, and Harry bites his lip at the feeling of Louis' slight possessiveness.

"Well we could meet your school in the championship game ," Louis says while crowding up against Harry," We usually see them in post season. Not in our regular conference . I'm sure I'll be seeing you there, right?"

Louis gives Harry a wink causing Harry to blush more, "How could I not? I'm your Minnie," Harry playfully shoves the Minnie in Louis' chest while Louis laughs and gently holds Harry's wrist in place. Louis leans back on the railing of the steps and yanks Harry's body closer to him, still holding his wrists firmly. Harry lets out a shaky breath as he can practically feel Louis' body heat on his own. They are just mere inches away from each other, and there's nothing more Harry wants to do than kiss Louis' soft lips.

"Yeah , you are ," Louis mutters sweetly, " I can even give you a shirt or something to support me ." He continues to smile at Harry, and Harry notices that seems to be the other thing Louis does whenever he's around Harry. It's always closed lip smile and soft. Just like his eyes. There so blue and warm as they stare into Harry's green ones .

"How cliché of you to give me a shirt with your name and number on it," Harry teases him lightly, but even the mention of that makes him giddy and excited . Harry drops one hand from Louis' hold and places it on his bicep. Harry's eyes look up to Louis' to see them shine brighter and his smile grow wider. Harry giggles lightly and lets his body fall forward as Louis' hand reaches out for his hip.

"Good, I feel like a cliché," Louis smirks, causing a sudden loud laugh to bellow out of Harry. Harry's eyes widen horrifically as he claps his hand up to cover his mouth, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "No don't do that, love," Louis whines, a cute pout on his face. His hands come up to hold Harry's and laces their fingers together. "Life is better when you're laughing."

"Louis , I will walk away if you keep quoting shit to me," Harry s naps playfully at Louis, adding a laugh to make sure Louis knows he's messing with him .

Louis opens his mouth as if to quote more, but then Harry starts to scowl at him. Louis begins laughing at Harry and nods his head in agreement, pulling Harry back closer to his body, a cheeky smile on his lips . "So how's our first date so far?" He asks Harry curiously .

Harry notices the nervousness in Louis' eyes and the hesitance in his voice. Louis releases one of Harry's hands to hold his hip instead and pulls Harry even closer, biting down on his bottom lip as Harry starts to blush. "It's going uh-" Harry pauses to bite his lip - a nervous habit - and looks down at his feet. Harry can feel as Louis brings one hand underneath his chin to get him to look up at Louis.

" Keep your eyes on the stars, and your feet on the ground ," Louis whispers despite earlier protest of quoting, their faces just mere inches apart now.

Harry nervously gulps as he looks down at Louis' lips. Louis swipes his tongue across them swiftly before Harry's eyes snap back up to Louis'. Louis makes Harry's stomach fill with more butterflies and tingles to spread throughout his body. "It was amazing. I can't wait for our second one," Harry honestly says with a smile as he lets his body fall more towards Louis' .

Louis nods his head approvingly before motioning ahead of them, " It's our turn ."

Louis lets Harry lead the way through the gate, and Harry can feel Louis' soft hands resting against his hips as he walks in front of Louis. Harry smiles at the gesture and brings a finger up to his mouth and begins biting on his nail . They walk down the aisle towards the bins so Harry can set the Minnie inside for the ride. Louis leads Harry to the back of the cart, and Harry giggles nervously when they both settle in their spots as Louis scoots closer to Harry.

But right when the ride is about to take off, everything becomes different. The whole world stops, and Harry is completely frozen in his spot as everything around him becomes lifeless again.

"I never knew what I wanted, until I looked into your eyes."

A rush of warmth and comfort fill Harry's veins at the sound of Louis' voice, and Harry turns to tilt his head at the lifeless Louis sitting next to him in the cart. "Louis?" Harry questions hesitantly. He moves his face closer to Louis' and scrunches his eyes when he notices how still Louis' body is.

"But I can't look into them right now until you open them, sweetheart."

Harry hears the same voice again as it echoes the whole set up. He turns his head all around to try and find him, but he sees no one. Harry t urns back to the lifeless Louis and frowns, "Just look at them. I'm right here," he yells. Harry scoots his face closer and widens his eyes for emphasis at Louis' frozen body, but Louis continues to remain still . "Look you can see them, just look at me please."

No voices say anything back so Harry slumps into the cart seat. He lets out a raspberry and goes to look at Louis again, but he is now gone. The room starts to spin again really fast as another gush of wind comes through. It makes Harry eyes close for a moment, but what was once Louis sitting next to him is now a Mickey Mouse , and Harry smiles as he reaches for it.

"I brought you Mickey. Since we can't be in each other's arms for awhile, thought maybe you can hold Mickey while I hold Minnie."

Harry feels tears in his eyes as he looks up into the sky . The room is still black, but he feels as if Louis is right there holding him with just his voice echoing around and with Louis' Mickey in his arms. Harry's whole body now feels warm and safe as he holds Mickey. It feels like a safety net that he wants to keep with him forever. Harry closes his eyes momentarily as he lets Mickey rest against his heart, but then he is unable to open his eyes again and everything just disappears .

.•.•.Present Day.•.•.

Gemma walks around the hospital bed as she takes a seat at the window by Louis' chair. She smiles while watching Louis place something in Harry's arms, making sure it is secured in his grasp. "?" She questions.

Louis smiles as if to remember their first date about five years ago. That was one of the best days of his life because it was the moment he started to fall completely in love with Harry. "Yeah. It was our first date," Louis laughs lightly, taking a step back to stare at Harry's pale, lifeless face, "Kept throwing random quotes at him to try to win him over. I won him the Minnie, so he won me the Mickey."

"You think he's thinking about that right now?" She asks curiously. Louis turns to look at her and notices her blank stare at the wall, then diverting her eyes towards Harry, "You know since you gave him the Mickey you think maybe he can sense it?"

Louis shrugs his shoulders and walks to sit next to her at the window, "I'd like to think so." She lets out a grunt and goes on to rest her head in her hands. A heavy sigh escapes her mouth while she trains her eyes on Harry. Louis stares at her for a moment and feels more sadness wash over him when he sees tears fill Gemma's eyes.

Louis places a hand on her back and pats it a few times before getting up to go towards the side of Harry's bed again. He reaches for Harry's left hand and holds on tightly to it as he rests his chin on the mattress. "I need you to wake up, baby. I need to see those beautiful green eyes that I miss so much," Louis mumbles tiredly, running his free fingers down Harry's arm and closing his eyes.