"It is often said that before you die your life passes before your eyes. It is in fact true. It's called living."

- Terry Pratchett

Early in the morning, Louis had gotten a call from Anne that nearly had Louis' heart dropping to his stomach. Despite the fear and the hesitance Louis had in answering the call, he soon found out Anne was reaching out to meet him for lunch. Apparently Anne had gotten in contact with a few witnesses who were there for the accident, and they were going to state what they saw.

Louis had an internal debate for at least half an hour in deciding whether or not he should meet with Anne and the other witnesses. He knew not only they were going to be there, but also a couple of lawyers Anne had hired. Louis had opted to go to the scene of the accident instead of meeting with people. He knew in his heart he wasn't ready to sit down and listen to what happened. Just from looking at Harry, he knew the events leading up to Harry being in that hospital bed was not pretty.

Louis takes the walk from his flat down the pavement. He ends up at the post office just short of twenty minutes and stands right by one of the telephone booths. He looks out across the street and notices the light at the intersection was still getting fixed. He then turns his head to look at the windows of the postal office and sees them boarded up and still under repair.

Louis nibbles on his lip and then looks at the spot Harry's car had been parked at. It is the very first open spot right outside the postal office, and from what Louis could gather, it seems as if the car who hit Harry's caused his car to spin straight into the postal office. Louis shivers at the thought and turns around to look at something else before he notices a couple approaching him.

"Excuse me, are you Louis?" A younger lady asks him, a soft, gentle smile on her face as she gets closer.

"Er- yes,"Louis nods his head, scratching the back of his head as a man comes up next to the lady. The two of them are still smiling, almost hesitantly as the lady reaches out to shake Louis' hand.

"I met up with Anne," she finally introduced, guiding them to the bench right next to the phone booth. Louis takes a seat on the edge with the woman and man following next to him. "She figured you might be here and told us to come check."

Louis finally realizes who he is talking too and widens his eyes. He feels his heart nearly drop down to his stomach as he shifts uncomfortably in his seat. This is the couple who was there at the accident, the ones who saw Harry get hit. Louis takes in a deep breath to calm his racing heart, but he feels himself growing antsy and restless..

"Oh," Louis sighs, clenching his hands in a fist and slowly looking up at the lady. She's still looking at him carefully, trying to remain calm herself and be supportive by just a simple, reassuring look on her face. "Sorry, hi. Nice to meet you," Louis finally supplies with a smile.

"Pleasure. Nice to meet you, too," She smiles. Then she turns her head over to the man next to her, who gives the lady a reassuring nod. Louis notices and straightens himself, gulping when he makes eye contact with the woman again. "Would you like to know what happened?"

.•.•.Flashback.•.•.

"Please just one more movie," Harry whines from the kitchen, tossing the popped corn into a bowl.

Harry had been listening for hours Louis complain about watching Christmas movies all morning, and even though Harry knows Louis likes to take the piss with him, he always argues back. Harry loves to watch Christmas movies around the holiday, and he knows Louis does as well. All Harry really wants is a lazy day with his love, watching movies and lounging around in their pajamas.

"Baby, Christmas ended like a week ago, why can't we just watch like-"

Harry's eyes widen right away as he grabs the popcorn bowl and runs out the kitchen. He stands in the opening of the living room and smiles widely when Louis turns his head in Harry's direction from being interrupted.. "Valentine's Day movies instead?" Harry asks hopefully, seeing Louis roll his eyes at the suggestion.

Harry shrugs his shoulders and walks to the back of the couch. He hands Louis the bowl of popcorn and bites hit lip as he watches Louis lean over to set the bowl down on the coffee table in front. Harry starts to giggle as he sits on the top edge of the couch, getting louder with his laugh as he rolls his body completely over. Harry ends up plopping straight on to Louis, soon wrapping his arms and legs completely around Louis' body and stuffing his face in the side of Louis' neck.

Louis starts softly laughing as he begins shaking his head, smiling, fondly down at Harry. " You are so clingy," he complains playfully, wrapping his arm loosely around Harry's back, "Fine, we will watch another Christmas movie, darling."

Harry pulls his face back just a little so he can peak up at Louis. He starts smiling widely as Louis leans over to grab the remote off the table while grumbling like a grouch. It makes Harry giggle quietly to himself, getting Louis' attention as he looks down at Harry. He immediately leans his head down and presses a quick kiss to Harry's lips, pulling back faster than Harry would like.

Harry frowns right away, sitting himself upright so he could position himself closer to Louis' face. He ends up cupping the side of Louis' jaw, gently turning his head towards Harry. Harry puckers his lips at Louis, silently asking for more kisses which causes Louis to roll his eyes and laugh.

"Greedy and clingy," Louis whispers, getting closer to Harry's face with a smile. He ghosts his lips over Harry's, soon leaning all the way so their lips can mold together easily.

Harry keeps one hand on the side of Louis' face while the other wraps around Louis' neck. They press their lips harder together as Louis starts to edge his tongue in to Harry's mouth, about the same time he grips Harry's hips and fully yanks Harry on to his lap. Harry lets out a weak moan as his legs straddle Louis' waist, falling perfectly on either side of Louis' hips as he presses in for another kiss.

"You love it," Harry mumbles, smirking at Louis as he kisses all along the side of Louis' neck.

Louis hums before he is pulling Harry's face back to his. He leans forward and attaches his lips to Harry's, already pushing his tongue in to Harry's mouth and licking his way inside. Louis' hands start to wonder along Harry's back before they were being wedge in between his pants. His hands continue to travel lower until he has a firm grip of Harry's ass to pull him closer to his body.

Their kiss is soon interrupted when they hear a vibration going off on the night stand. They both let out a groan as Harry pulls back to see his phone signaling a call. He lets out a huff as he reaches over to pick his mobile up, clicking answer and placing it against his ear. "Hello?" Harry answers breathily.

Harry gives Louis an apologetic look as he gets ready to hop off Louis' lap, but instead Louis grabs Harry's hips and keeps him in place. Harry rolls his eyes as he lets Louis have his way while he focuses on the call. Louis has other plans though as he wraps his arms completely around Harry's back and leans his body up so he could let his lips trail along the column of Harry's throat.

"Oohh-Okay," Harry moans when he feels Louis' lips begin to suck on his neck, causing his to cover it up with a couch. "I'll be there, thank you." Harry finishes quickly by pressing the end button. He scrunches his face up as he tosses his phone off to the side, quickly looking back at Louis and cupping the sides of his face. "You made me moan," Harry complains.

Louis bites his lip and shrugs, "I'm glad I can make those sounds come out of you."

Harry rolls his eyes as he leans down to press one last kiss to Louis' lips before he is hopping off of Louis' lap. Harry walks over to to grab his sweat pants off the arm chair and pulls them up his legs. He buttons the plaid shirt he was wearing and walks over to the coat rack by the front door to layer himself up.

"Where'd you go?" Louis suddenly whines. He turns around on the couch and makes eye contact with Harry, frowning at the boy as he stuffs his keys into his pocket.

"My package arrived at the postal office. I need to go get it." Harry replies. He turns around to grab his scarf and jacket off the rack, and when he turns back he notices Louis had gotten up from the couch and walked his way over. "I'll be back in a minute. Start The Grinch for me," Harry pleads.

Louis frowns as he grabs the scarf out of Harry's hands. He wraps it around Harry's neck a couple times before gripping the ends of the scarf. He pulls Harry closer to his body and leans up to give him another kiss, "Don't be long. I'm bored."

"I won't," Harry smiles, watching as Louis grabs the jacket from his hands as well. He starts giggling as he turns his back to Louis, offering him an arm so that Louis can dress him warm. Once Harry has his jacket on, he turns around and lets Louis button him up. "I love you, babe," Harry says once Louis is done.

"I love you too, sweetheart," Louis replies easily, pressing a kiss to Harry's cheek.

Harry walks out the door and heads to the garage. He immediately starts his car and has his heater warming up the inside while he shivers in his seat. He has to wait awhile for his car to warm up since its freezing outside, and since the roads have some ice he knows he also has to be careful with driving. Once his car is warmed and he feels the hot air blowing on in from the vents, he starts the short and slow drive to the postal office.

When he arrives, he pulls up to the first open spot right in front of the office. He gets out and quickly grabs the package before rushing back to his car. He sits in the drivers side as he holds the package in his lap, smiling like a fool as he reaches for his phone in his pocket. He takes a moment to look at the ring on his finger that Louis had just given him, causing Harry to be even more giddy with the present he got for Louis.

Harry : I love youuuuuuu my Fiancé!! xxxxxxx -H

Harry sends the message as he smiles while putting the package on the floor in the back seat. He puts his phone in the cup holder as he waits for his car to heat up again, sitting there patiently while he looks out the window. He slowly starts to feel the warm air start to kick in again through the vents so he reaches back to grab the seat belt to buckle himself up.

Once the belt is buckled, Harry looks back up to change his car into drive, but the minute Harry's eyes make their way past the windshield, that is where everything takes a turn for a worse. Harry feels frozen as he watches a car try to make a right turn with increasing speed, as if he was trying to make the light. The truck's tires end up skidding across the ice on the road and causing the truck to spin around and head straight towards the driver's side of Harry's car.

"Holy shit," Harry suddenly cries, seeing the accident himself from a different perspective. He feels like his body is floating as he stands off to the side, watching from a distance as the truck rams straight into the car that Harry knows he is in. Right at contact, the area Harry is in changes black.

Harry gasps as he sees himself in the car, like he is staring at the whole scene in a mirror. He watches as his head hits the back of the head rest before shooting down towards the steering wheel. The glass on the window shatters right at impact, and shards of glass start flying all over the car. Harry can see his body laying limply in his spot, wedged in between the seat and the front bumper of the other car.

Harry doesn't feel his legs moving him closer to the car, but soon enough he is standing right on the other side of the passenger door. He can clearly see through the window how beat up his own body is, laying unconsciously with blood everywhere. He can make out a giant gash on the side of his head and glass scattered on different parts of his body. The driver's door is completely squished, and Harry feels like throwing up as he looks at his own dead looking body inside the car.

Harry then starts to hear sirens and the distinct sounds of people causing a commotion. Harry takes a step back from the car and turns around as he notices a couple come running straight towards the car, both looking frantic and completely worried. Harry's eyes widen as he watches them carefully, then looking at his body in the car and then to his body standing off to the side. He felt like a spirit at the moment, watching the time and the place from where he died.

"Louis?" Harry whispers, feeling himself get worried at the thought of leaving Louis forever.

Harry is soon distracted by the loud sound of the man and women ripping open the passenger door. The man leans inside the car and seems to be trying to yank Harry out the passenger side of the car, but to no avail Harry doesn't move. If anything, he is stuck.

"The buckle is stuck," the man complains, giving one last yank to the buckle before huffing and getting out the car, "We need to get him out. The car has black smoke."

The man and woman continue to try to pull the buckle out until there is more commotion on the other side of the car. Harry's eyes look past the couple and notice there is a tow truck hooking up to the truck that is crushed into Harry's car. The truck is immediately pulled from the side of the car and giving the couple perfect access to get Harry out.

The man picks Harry up and walks over to the patch of cross by the sidewalk. Harry watches carefully as the man lays his limp body on the ground while the lady comes running over with Harry's phone in her hand. "He's got a phone," the lady cries, "He must have someone on speed dial."

Harry nods his head from where he is still watching his death scene unfold. He knows he doesn't survive, but every part of his body is hoping the couple finds Louis and calls him. He wants Louis to be there. He wants Louis to hold his hand as they drag his dead body somewhere - anywhere. There are more sirens that start to get closer to the area, and Harry starts to feel his body jolt in a different kind of way. The whole room they are in starts to get a white tint to it, getting completely brighter.

"I'll call this person," the lady suggest, "It's number one on speed dial."

Harry feels his heart start to race as the lady begins the call. He feels his skin start to tingle and his chest getting tighter. The room keeps getting brighter and brighter the closer the sirens get and the faster the call is getting made. The bright light Harry notices is coming from the ground, shooting upwards and nearly blinding his eyes. Then the bright light starts to rise up Harry's body, causing him to panic as his vision of the scene starts to becoming too blinding to see .

"Is this Louis Tomlinson?" The lady asks right away into the phone, sounding frantic.

And in that moment is when the white light completely takes over.