.•.•.Harry's Subconscious.•.•.

"Hi, it's me Zayn. So Harry listen here, Louis is going crazy. Your family is on the verge of a break down, and Niall has lost it. I need you to do something - anything, babes. I feel like you can hear us. I just wish there is some way for you to respond."

Harry open his eyes right away when he hear a familiar voice floating around. It doesn't make him feel the same way as when he hears Louis', but there is a sense of familiarity to it that warms him up. Harry smiles as he turns my head to see Zayn sitting next to him on the ground. He feels like his whole world is lighting up at seeing a friend here to give him company. It's comforting. It's like being at home.

"Zayn?" Harry gasps in shock. His smile grows wider, and Harry can feel tears in his eyes. He quickly blinks them away as he scoots himself closer to Zayn and sighing when Zayn's arms wrap around him.

"We miss you buddy. I miss you."

Harry nuzzles his head against Zayn's shoulder and looks up at him. He's wearing a small pout that makes Harry frown. Harry moves his hand to Zayn's and gently holds on, feeling his fingers tingle right away. "I'm right here," Harry whispers, "I'm always here."

"Look at your curls, man. Have a bit of a bald spot on the side of your head, but they're getting longer. It suits you well."

Harry giggles lightly as Zayn's finger start to twirl with his hair. Harry shakes his head and slaps Zayn's hand away, laughing when he frowns at Harry. "Hey I'm 20, not a baby," Harry teases, but his body is giving himself away as he leans back in for Zayn to play with his hair.

Harry remembers for a while he was super insecure about his hair. He really like the curls and thought it looked good, but when Harry wanted to grow it longer he was scared about what people would say. That's when Louis decided he will stand by Harry so Harry could gain more confidence in himself. Louis decided to grow his own hair out with Harry. His plan was for Harry to realize that he had nothing to be insecure about, and Harry had everything right to be confident in himself. And the best part of it all was to see Louis with long hair because he wore it amazing.

"I hope you wake up soon buddy. I have to go back to Uni, so I won't be seeing you around as much. Winter hols is over, and I must go back to learning. Even though it's shit."

Harry suddenly snaps his head over towards Zayn and pouts right away. He clenches on to his shirt tightly and shakes his head quickly, "Don't leave me here alone. I'm scared," Harry cries out to Zayn. Harry abruptly sits up from his spot and whines when Zayn's body starts to disappear slowly. Harry shakes his head as his hands reach out to grab Zayn, but when he thinks he's about to grip Zayn's shirt, he is suddenly gone.

Harry slumps back on the ground and buries his head in to his hands. He hates being in this black room all by himself. It makes his heart feel so empty, and his body so cold. Harry never gets to see anybody here so having Zayn was a moment of comfort and happiness. Why can no body stay here with him?

.•.•.Reality.•.•.

"Love you, Haz," Zayn whispers to Harry's body. He stares for a moment before he gets up from the chair next to Harry's bed. He lets out a sigh as he leaves the room, running his fingers through his hair as he makes his way to the waiting room. He walks over to Niall and pats his shoulder lightly when he notices he was snoozing. "Your turn Ni," He informs, "I have a class in an hour."

Niall gets up from the chair and pats Zayn's back. He brushes past the latter and walks in to Harry's room. He has to hold his breath in his throat when his eyes land on Harry's body, immediately making his eyes water at the sight in front of him. He shakily walks to the chair next to Harry's bed and slowly sits down. His hands tremble as they reach for Harry's, and he holds on to him lightly, "Oh Haz," Niall sobs.

.•.•.Harry's Subconscious.•.•.

Harry snaps his eyes open again when he hears another familiar sound and a body shuffling close to his. He turns his head and lights up as he sees Niall sitting there happily. Harry smiles brightly as more tears fill his eyes, "Niall, I miss you," He cries out. Harry leans forward right away and falls straight in to his chest, sobbing happily against his body.

"You've been sleeping for almost 3 weeks buddy. It's time to open your eyes or show some response."

Harry moves his head around until he's blinking his eyes straight in to Niall's face, "Niall, you can see me right here," he pleads desperately. Harry pulls all the way back now and begins to nervously play with his fingers, scrunching his eyebrows up.

"Please, Harry. I can't stand see you like this. And the doctors keep saying they need you to respond or else - I just really need you to do something. It breaks my heart seeing you like this. And Louis, gosh Louis has me so worried."

Harry's heart nearly shatters when he hears Niall mention Louis. He turns his head right away and sees Niall's face. He looks so scared and nervous that it makes Harry's tears finally run freely down his face. "Louis?" he squeaks, biting down on his bottom lip and nervously flicking his eyes all around.

"He's so upset, Harry. He hates leaving your side, and he is always holding your hand. He never lets it go whenever he is in here. Is it one of you guy's weird kinks? Actually...I don't want to know."

Harry laughs right away and hits Niall's chest playfully. He shakes his head in amusement as he moves away from Niall to relax on his own, "No Ni. It's just- Well I can't tell you why. It's not the right time to tell." Harry purses his lips to the side and bringing his hands out in front. Harry stares at his fingers and feel the growing need to hold Louis' hand. It feels empty right now, and all Harry can think about is Louis' hand in his.

"Just know that you're my best friend in the whole wide world, and I'd do anything to make you better."

Niall's eyes start to tear up as his bottom lip trembles. He sniffs loudly while trying to calm his breath, but then he erupts in a big sob that makes Harry's heart feel as if it's breaking for him. He scoots himself closer until Harry is in Niall's space. Niall wraps Harry up so tightly in his arms that it gives Harry's body some heat that is much needed. Harry places his hands on the sides of Niall's face and feel his tears hit his fingers. Niall gives Harry a broken smile as Harry leans in to give him a hug, breathing in his deep musky scent.

"Don't cry, Ni," Harry pleads with a weak laugh, feeling Niall's tiny giggles against the side of Harry's neck.

"God, Harry. Do you ever think about the first time we met? Back in primary school."

Harry starts laughing loudly as he pulls back form the hug. He begins wiping his eyes and letting out tiny puffs of laughter as he straightens himself up. Harry scoots his body to sit next to Niall and reaches for his hand. Harry smiles at Niall's face, seeing that he is relaxing a bit more and feeling comfortable. "Of course, how could I forget that?"

"I stole your cookies."

"You stole my cookies," they repeat at the same time, causing them to laugh again. Niall's laugh echoes more in the air, but the sound eases Harry's muscles and soothes his heart.

"You would not stop crying, and crying, and crying until I finally gave you my juice pouch."

Harry scoffs lightly as he pushes Niall's shoulder, "Hey, those cookies were home made by my mum," He defends weakly, causing Harry to laugh some more , "And that juice pouch was honestly the best thing ever. Thanks, Ni." Niall rolls his eyes at Harry and pushes his shoulder. Harry giggles and places a hand over the spot Niall just touched and smiles warmly at the feeling. It's like there is a trace of Niall's warmth in the spot that brings Harry's body more to life.

"Then you looked at me with your big, doe green eyes and stopped crying. I swear you gave me the cheekiest grin I have ever seen in my life, and to this day you still give me that same look ."

Harry bites his lip as he spreads his legs out in front. He turns his head to see Niall laughing, and Harry starts shaking his head, "The start of an amazing friendship. Niall the food stealer and - ,"

"Harry the cry baby."

Niall starts laughing when Harry let out a loud groan. Niall always reminds Harry that the first time they ever met Harry was a crying mess. And Niall knows how much Harry hates that nickname even though he is so proud that he came up with it. But truth be told, if it wasn't for Harry's crying, he wouldn't have found an amazing friend like Niall. Harry will never admit to this though.

"Shut up," Harry yells out lamely. Niall continues to laugh beside him, and Harry turns to punch him in the arm. Niall continues to laugh at Harry, and Harry ends up rolling his eyes and slumping in his spot with a hidden smile that I have to bite back.

As much as Niall is annoying, Harry cannot be more than happy to have him there with him. Harry feels as if he hasn't seen him or the others since forever, and it is nice to have this sense of home circling around him. But then just like Zayn, Niall starts to fade away. Harry's head perks up right away, and he shifts his body closer to Niall's. Harry already feels tears in his eyes again as he starts mumbling a mantra of 'No'.

"Well, buddy. I guess Liam needs his turn to come talk to you before our classes."

Harry lets out a shaky breath as Niall reaches for his hand again. He gives Harry a tight squeeze that leaves a lingering feeling when he lets go. Harry stands up right away when Niall gets up to start walking. Harry's tears finally fall down his face, and he ends up chasing Niall down the black room, growing frustrated when his body continues to fade.

"Don't leave me, too. Everyone is leaving me here alone," Harry cries out, reaching for Niall's shirt that feels miles away. Harry's tired of it. He hate it. "Get me out of here," He pleads. Right when Harry gets his fingertips touching the hem of Niall's shirt, his body is completely gone. Harry lets out a defeated cry and slumps on to his knees. He then buries his head into his hands and lets out pitiful sobs that echo throughout the room.

"Harry?"

Harry's head snaps up right away when he hears another familiar voice, and he smiles right away when he notices who is in front of him. The loneliness Harry had felt is washed away with comfort, and he runs over to Liam's body and crash him in a big hug. "Liam," Harry cheers, snuggling close to him, "You're here."

"Hey, Hazza. I'm here. Not so sure what to say right now if I'm being honest."

Liam laughs nervously as he places his hands behind his back. He wonders aimlessly around Harry while scuffing his shoe on the floor, his teeth having a tight hold on his bottom lip. " Hey, don't be nervous," Harry says calmly, moving to stand next to him, "It's just me here. You know you can talk to me about anything." Liam smiles weakly and nods his head. He wraps Harry up in his arms and lets out a loud sigh, the warmness of his breath running down Harry's neck and tingling my toes.

"I wish I could say the right words to get you to make any type of movement, just to let me know that you will wake up soon."

Harry blows a raspberry out his lips and turn to face him. He gently cups the sides of Liam's jaw and make his eyes look right in to Harry's. Harry gives him a weak smile and sighs, blinking a couple of times when he feels tears start to rise. " I'm awake, Liam. Just look at me," Harry pleads desperately, seeing Liam shake his head, "I promise I'm wide awake. I need you to trust me." Liam offers Harry a smile and decides to sit on the ground. He beckons Harry over to the spot next to him, and Harry plops down.

"I'm going to tell you a secret, but you cannot get mad. Louis is so crazily in love with you if you haven't already known. He's been wearing your clothes all the time and using your wash. He's practically a midget size Harry right now."

Harry blushes right away as Liam starts laughing wetly. He feels his own laughter start to rise, and he cannot help but smile. Harry always knew Louis liked wearing his shirts to bed because they were relatively bigger on him. But thinking about the fact that Louis is using all Harry's stuff because he loves Harry makes his heart feel so warm and happy. Harry can picture Louis trying to grab anything that reminds him of Harry just to keep a hold of.

"I miss him," Harry then confesses sadly, staring straight at the ground with a sudden pout.

"Hm, speak of the devil."

Liam's voice sounds faded, and only then does Harry realize that his body is slowly disappearing. Harry snaps his eyes over to Liam and begins growing frantic as he tries to reach for him, but now it seems like Liam is miles away from his body. Harry wants to scream and yell. He wants to cry and break down, but he feels frozen in his spot unable to move. Harry lets out a pitiful whimper at the empty black room that he's in, but suddenly the whole place starts to spin around in a windy haze.

Then there is a sudden stop, and Harry is standing right in the middle of his and Louis' flat in London. Louis is walking through the front door with two boxes stacked on top of each other labeled 'Harreh's Shit', and Harry realizes that this is the day he is moving in with Louis.

"Hey you booger," Louis calls out with his face hidden, "Just because I'm all muscular and completely fit doesn't mean you leave me with all the moving," he complains, peaking his head out from the boxes.

Harry bites his lip as he springs up from the couch he was suddenly sitting on. He grabs the top box from Louis and offers him a lame apologetic smile, "Sorry babe," He giggles, "I just got a bit distracted is all." Harry sets the box on the floor next to where he's standing and watches as Louis maneuvers around Harry's shit thats all over the room, to place his box by the couch. Harry smile as he stares at the way Louis' back flexes when setting down the heavy object, and the way his leg muscles contract when squatting.

Once Louis hands are free, he turns around and smirks at Harry. Harry doesn't realize Louis is walking closer to him until Louis' hands are cupping the sides of Harry's face. Louis giggles as his finger reaches out to pull my bottom lip from where it is been bitten by my teeth. Damn, Harry never knew Louis moving his stuff in could be so hot.

"Take a picture it'll last longer," Louis teases while leaning his body closer to Harry's. Louis' hands then sneak to around Harry's waist as his fingers trail up underneath his shirt. Harry bites his lip again as he moves his arms to around Louis' neck, feeling slight droplets of sweat curling underneath his hair.

"I told you I got distracted," Harry says lowly, clenching Louis' baby hairs in his fingers and pulling Louis flushed against his body, "But come to think of it, I wouldn't mind if you were my distraction." Louis smiles at Harry smugly as he pulls off his body some. One of Harry's hands trails to Louis' chest while his fingers begin tapping against Louis' tattoo. Louis raises his eyebrows at Harry while he moves to grab Harry's ass, licking his lips while Harry shimmies his hips in Louis' hold.

"If only you...." Harry trails off suggestively.

Louis continues to stare at Harry so Harry offers a shrug. He pulls back from Louis' body and is ready to turn around to leave, but then Louis grips Harry's forearm and spins Harry to face him again. Louis' hands go directly under Harry's legs as his fingers dig into Harry's thighs. Louis lifts him up right away as Harry wraps his legs around Louis' waist for him to hold Harry up. " Was this your sly way of trying to seduce me?" Louis teases, slipping his hands down the back of Harry's shorts.

Harry smirks as he leans his head forward to Louis'. He presses a light kiss to Louis' lips then trail his mouth down to the side of Louis' neck. Harry lets his tongue lap around Louis' ear before connecting his lips to the juncture of Louis' neck and shoulder. Louis closes his eyes briefly and lets out a breathy moan before pushing Harry's back up against a wall to support his weight. "How about we try out the new couch?" Louis whispers in between gasps, pulling Harry's head back to look in to his eyes.

Harry doesn't even have time to answer before Louis' tossing him on the cushions of the couch and yanking their clothes off. And Harry can already tell with the way their bodies are so connected and how their smiles are so wide, that them living together is the best thing ever. They make love quick and rough on the couch, enjoying their moment together and the embrace the high they feel from Harry moving in.

Once they finish, they both sit on the couch tangling their legs together. Harry leans against Louis' chest with a big blanket covering their naked lower halves. Louis' hand begins aimlessly tracing patterns on Harry's bare arm. " I love move in day," Harry says blissfully, snuggling underneath Louis' neck and feeling Louis laugh quietly.

"Me, too," he whispers against Harry's head, "I'm glad we are back together."

Harry bites his lip when he feels that goofy grin start to appear on his face. He shifts his head around so that he can look up at Louis, blushing when he realizes Louis' already staring down at him, "I'm glad, too. I love you so much." Harry arches himself up to press a light kiss to Louis' lips as his hand rests on the side of Louis' jaw. Harry moves his legs to where they are tossed over Louis', and he wraps his arm around Louis' waist as Louis places a hand on Harry's knee.

"I love you too, sweetheart," he mumbles against Harry's mouth, "I promise I won't act like an dick ever again. I don't even have a reason why-"

He starts nervously laughing which causes Harry to smile. Harry shakes his head fondly and quickly presses another kiss to his lips, "Yeah. You were a dick head," Harry teases him to lighten up the mood.