.•.•.Flashback.•.•.

Once Harry and Louis had spent enough time at the carnival, they took a train ride back to Harry's town. Louis is staying with Zayn this weekend so he saw this as his perfect opportunity to take Harry out on a date. Harry remembers yesterday morning there was a knock on the front door that had drug him from his Netflix marathon. Harry opened the door to see Louis standing there with a giant smile on his face and a pretty rose in his hand.

Louis seemed nervous and giddy, but then he started talking about how beautiful Harry is and how much Harry meant to him. Then it was like Louis turned into a pile a putty. His long monologue ended up with him asking Harry out and Harry jumping in his arms. His exact words to Harry were - Harry, I just - I really want to take you on a date - His nervousness made Harry smile right away, and Harry started laughing because obviously he would say yes.

Like a proper gentleman, Louis walks Harry to the front door once they get out the cab. He holds Harry's hand the whole way to the front porch, and when they stop at the door he never lets go. Louis continues holding tightly with a soft smile gracing his lips.

"I don't want the night to end," Harry whines playfully, slumping the side of his body against the front door and pulling Louis a little closer to him. Louis chuckles while following Harry's motions and leaning against the open spot on the door next to him. He smiles at Harry, beginning to continuously rub his thumb on the back of Harry's hand.

"You're about to quote something cheesy aren't you?" Harry asks with a smile, noticing that Louis is putting his thinking face on which only means he's about to quote something. .

"Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise," Louis quotes cheekily. He looks at Harry and gives one of his big smiles. The one where there's crinkle by his eyes and teeth fully on display. Harry lets out an awe gasp at his beautiful smile and hums happily. Louis tilts his head at Louis and laughs, "What was that for?" He asks.

"Your s-smile," Harry stutters nervously, a warm blush on his cheeks, "It's my f-favorite thing to see."

Louis closes his mouth and offers a closed lip smile. He looks down at his feet for a second then slowly back to meet Harry's eyes. He shuffle his body closer to Harry, and Harry's stomach will not stop dropping and flutter with butterflies. Louis is close to Harry, once again. Harry can feel Louis' body heat hitting his own because of how close they are, and it ignites a warm feeling through Harry's system.

Louis then moves his head closer, coming face to face with Harry. His nose is barely touching Harry's, and Harry can feel Louis' warm breath ghosting his lips. Harry lets out a shake breath and flutters his eyes closed expecting something. There's seconds where Harry's standing there holding his breath waiting for that kiss, but Harry feels nothing near his lips. Harry thought this is the part of the date where he gets kissed, and he feels like a fool with his eyes closed expecting one.

Harry's never been kissed before in his life, and part of him really wants Louis to be the first person he experience that with. But nothing is happening, and Harry can feel his face flush again. Harry frowns a little bit as he opens his eyes back up, confused - blushing a little for assuming that Louis would actually kiss him - to see Louis is just staring at Harry with an amused look. His lips are curved in a smile, and his body is shaking with tiny laughters.

It makes Harry more nervous the longer they stand here with their noses so close together. The position is so compromising of a kiss that the more the anticipation builds, the more nervous Harry gets. Their lips are just mere inches apart from one another, and Harry can nearly feel Louis lips on his own.

"What?" Harry questions as he sees Louis continue to laugh. Louis closes his lips together to stifle his laughter as he settles his eyes on Harry's face. Louis reaches up to grab the sides of Harry's jaw and pulls his face close to his. Harry can feel Louis' thin lips just barely brushing over his plump ones, and Harry's head begins spinning because now it seems like they are about to kiss. Harry can feel Louis' breath mingling with his own, and their hearts beating as one.

Louis nudges his head a little, his bottom lip brushing up Harry's top one, and Harry takes that as his cue to finally connect their lips together. It is like a flush of relief hits Harry the moment their mouths move together. I t is a simple kiss, yet has so much more meaning than words can describe. They didn't do anything over the top with the kiss, just simply rest their lips on one another, loving the feeling of being connected in this way.

Harry's heart starts to skip a beat as Louis pulls back from the kiss, a nice smacking sound echoing the quiet air. Louis looks at my Harry's momentarily before he leans back in to start kissing Harry for real, and Harry was getting drunkenly dizzy from the feeling of Louis' mouth on his own. Louis releases his hand from Harry's face and wraps them around Harry's waist, pulling him flush against his body. Harry tangles one hand in Louis' perfect, feathery hair while the other caresses the side of his jaw.

Louis continues to kiss passionately, getting a bit sloppy now, but Harry likes the way Louis moves his lips with his own. Harry might've not really known what he was doing, but Louis is easy enough to follow. Harry feels his mouth start to slip open more as Louis begins to push his tongue in between Harry's lips. Louis starts to hum as he licks his way in to Harry's mouth, causing Harry to let out a small moan that has Louis squeezing him closer.

Louis gives Harry one last kiss, letting his lips linger longer than they should have, then bit Harry's bottom lip before pulling back. Louis rests his forehead against Harry's and opens his eyes to finally meet Harry's eyes again. "Don't laugh at me," Harry whispers nervously.

Louis twists his lips to the side, confused. His hands snake underneath Harry's shirt and begins to rub against the lower part of Harry's back. "Why would I do that?" He asks confused.

"That was my first kiss."

Louis smiles at Harry fondly and leans in to press quick kisses against Harry's lips. "I know, baby, but I'm glad I was your first," he replies while pulling Harry closer. Louis l eans in to connect their mouths together again, and Harry stands there letting the traces of Louis' lips surround his own. They just feel so good against each other, almost like they are meant to be one another's.

When he pulls back from the kiss, Harry keeps his eyes closed and simply smiles. He brings his thumb and index finger to lightly trace his bottom lip, the spot where Louis lips were just at, and lets out a tiny giggle. Harry lets out a long sigh, and when he opens his eyes finally, Louis is suddenly gone. "Louis?" Harry questions out loud, turning in circles to find him, but he is nowhere to be seen.

Harry notices the area is starting to spin again causing him to lose my balance and stumble. Harry's eyes go wide as he looks up and sees his house and the outside turning into the black room. "What?" Harry whines frustrated. Harry's eyes begin to water as he starts running all around the place. His heart feels empty, and his chest feels tight. All he wants is Louis to be here again. Having him with Harry makes him feel warm and comfortable. Harry feels safe and happy, like nothing can ever stand in his way. But he's alone again. He hates sharing these special moments with the boy and then being left alone in the room with nothing but emptiness.

But then all of a sudden his lips feel wet. Like they were just freshly connected to somebody else's lips. Harry touches his mouth softly and smiles at the warm feeling emitting from them. His lips feel like they had just been kissed by a familiar person. And that same warm and comfort rushes through Harry's body as his mouth tingles for more.

"Louis," Harry whispers with a smile.

.•.•.Present Day.•.•.

Louis leans down to press a soft kiss against Harry's dry, pale lips. They are no longer the bubble gum pink Louis' come to enjoy nor are they even soft. They are pale and chapped, and there is nothing more than Louis wants to do than to kiss it all away. "I love you, baby. I need you to open those pretty green eyes for me soon, sunshine. Please?" Louis whispers against Harry's mouth, pressing one last kiss before pulling off.

Harry's lips are finally available because the doctors today decided to try Harry without the ventilator. They want to test and see if he is able to breathe on his own again. This is basically a tale-tale sign on how his recovery and wake up time is going. Louis gives a small smile to Harry's figure on the bed, laughing lightly at the Mickey in between his arms. Louis sighs as he turns around to walk back to the waiting room, seeing that Zayn is sitting in a chair waiting for him.

"Where's everyone?" Louis ask while sitting down next to him.

Zayn flattens his hands on his thighs and turns towards Louis, "Liam and Niall went home for the night. Robin and Anne have to work tomorrow and Gemma is in the cafeteria. She's gonna stay with him tonight."

Louis look over at him and see his sad smile. Louis slumps against the chair and watches as Zayn begins to pack the bag that Louis has been using. Considering he's taken residence in the waiting room and needed essentials from home to help his stay. "I fucking hate that they won't let me stay in the room with him," Louis grumbles angrily, seeing Zayn zip the bag, "He's more than family to me. He's my life."

Just because Louis is not considered 'family' on paper, he is not allowed to stay in the room with Harry. Louis begged and begged for them to let him, saying Harry lives with him and what not, but that didn't seem to matter to them. So instead, Louis' been staying in the waiting room. Sometimes the boy's will come and take turns to stay with Louis. Or Harry's family will, but Louis' hoping the nurses will take pity one day and let him stay in Harry's room.

"I know, Lou. But he has Mickey with him, yeah? " Zayn tries to ease. He places a hand on Louis shoulder and pulls Louis a little closer to him, "At least he has parts of you when you can't be there."

Louis feel tears in his eyes again as he looks over at Zayn. He gives Zayn a small smile as he nods his head, letting his hand fall on top of Zayn's. "Stay with me tonight?" Louis questions.

Zayn nods his head fast and holds on to Louis' hand. He smiles at Louis reassuringly, "Of course. Maybe we can watch a movie or something," he suggests. They both stand up, and he reaches for Louis' bag on the table. He leads Louis the way out the hospital to where his car is parked in the front.

"Let's call Liam and Niall over. We could all use each other yeah?" Louis suddenly suggests, really feeling the need to have his friends around him right now.

If Louis being honest, he hated being at home by himself. It just reminds him that Harry is not there and that he is in the hospital. Louis has never stayed in that flat without Harry, so he really doesn't want to have to be alone. At least with his friends they may help make his home feel somewhat normal. And hopefully they can make Louis smile and forget that the love of his life is hurt. He just cannot stand being at home without Harry.

Zayn smiles brightly, "Sounds good Lou-Bear."