The rain falls slowly as the showers cover all over London, another typical day. The clouds are an angry gray spitting lightning bolts across the sky and erupting loud claps of thunder that shake the ground. London's once beautiful sunset sky filled with orange and pink is slowly transforming into a darker, more mellow contrast.

Louis is sat in the car, eyes anxiously flicking across the windshield as he stares at the droplets on the window. He waits impatiently at the stop light, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel The minute the light turns green, he presses on the gas and heads straight to the hospital. The once calm, soothing moment of sitting in the car with rain pelting against the window was soon changed into a rapid, frantic motion of Louis bursting through the doors to the hospital.

"What's going on?" Louis calls out, stomping his way over to the lads where they are all standing in the waiting room. Louis looks between them all and can feel his mind already racing with the worst possible news. Louis sees tears in Niall's eyes, and his heart immediately sinks as he feels his own eyes start to water up. His worry grows, not really feeling an ounce of calm or relief since he received a message to get to the hospital asap.

Zayn is the first to make a move. He walks away from the other two lads and walks toward Louis, "It's Harry," is all he says, not settling any relief inside Louis.

If anything, it makes Louis lose himself. He immediately thinks the worst and lets out a pitiful sound as he freezes in his spot. The water he felt in his eyes before start to run down his cheek, making him full on cry as he covers his mouth with his hand. Louis doesn't get much time to feel too sad though because Niall is soon stepping forward and cupping the sides of Louis' face.

"No, Louis," He says reassuringly, "He asked for you."

Louis snaps his head back and widens his eyes right away. "He- What-?" Louis gasps, looking at all the lads and now noticing they all have smiles on their faces. Louis instantly feels relief flood his body and every ounce of muscle finally relax. He feels his heart begin to slow down and his stomach fill with jitters. Did he hear right?

"Lou, he opened his eyes," Zayn repeats, gently placing his hand on Louis' back.

Louis' stare drops to the floor as more tears begin to fall down his face. Louis feels his legs start to wobble and sudden regret flooding his system. Louis wanted more than anything to be by Harry's side whenever he woke up, and he hates knowing that his boy had woken up in a completely different room surrounded by things he was not expecting to wake up to. Louis hates to even think of how much panic Harry was in from waking in a hospital room, probably so confused and in so much pain that it breaks Louis' heart.

"I wasn't there," Louis mumbles, still not knowing what to do or how to process the fact that the love of his life finally woke up from a coma. He is in shock, feeling slightly numb and slightly stumped.

Louis knew he was being ridiculous by the way his friends were staring at him. He knew he should be running straight into that hospital room to greet his Harry, but at the moment he couldn't feel his legs. He couldn't move his feet. His eyes were stuck staring at the ground, and his breath started to get short and choppy. He had no idea what was going on in his body, but he knew one thing is that no matter what he did he felt stuck.

"I wasn't there," Louis repeats again, slowly blinking.

"Lou," Liam starts, walking up to Louis and trying to move his head up so that he can stop staring at the ground. "It's okay if you weren't there. He knows you were here everyday. First thing he asked for was you. Hasn't said anything else."

Zayn takes in a deep breath and continues, "Yeah, babes. Think you can give him what he wants and go see him?"

"He gave you what you wanted," Niall says encouragingly, "His eyes opened."

And Louis knew Niall is right. All Louis had wanted since the moment Harry got here was for him to open his eyes, and now he is just down the hallway wide away asking for Louis. He gave Louis what he wanted, which was for those green eyes to make a reappearance. And now its Harry who wants Louis, and Louis knows for damn sure he is going to give Harry what he wants.

"You good?" Zayn asks once Louis finally comes down from his shocked state. The color finally returns to Louis' skin and looks somewhat presentable, not like a frozen statue who was stuck in his place.

Louis nods right away and looks over at each one of his friends. "Please take me to him," he demands lightly.

They walk Louis down the hallway until they are standing outside the door Louis has grown so used to. He knows Harry is right on the other side, wide awake and finally over the coma. He looks at all his friends for one last boost of confidence before he is reaching for the door knob. He is interrupted when Gemma, Anne and Robin are all walking out, looking just as relieved as Louis felt.

"Thank you, Lou," Gemma says right away when she takes notice of Louis. She even drags him into a hug and holds hims close, making Louis frown in confusion.

"For what?" Louis questions, pulling back to see Gemma shaking her head with a smile. She gives him a kiss to the cheek and walks past Louis to where Robin is standing. Then it is Anne who approaches Louis, causing Louis to pout right away as she brings him into a hug. "I'm sorry," He whispers to her.

"Louis, what on earth do you have to be sorry for?" She laughs, pulling back from the hug and placing her hands on his shoulders.

Louis shrugs his shoulders and leans back on the wall, "Not being here. Letting this happen. Just everything."

Anne rolls her eyes and pets Louis' hair gently, giving him a comforting smile. "You have nothing to be sorry for. You love him and he knows that. You've been here everyday, he knows that. Now stop being miserable and go to your fiancé."

Louis' eyes widen right away as he looks up at her, a red coat tinting his cheeks, "How'd you-"

"How'd I know? Well, he's got a ring, silly," she says with a roll to her eyes, "And it's quite a big one to miss."

Louis lets out a breathy laugh and finally relaxes. He shakes his head in disbelief at Anne being the first one to figure out the secret of him and Harry being engaged. Louis wouldn't expect anything less from Anne as she was always the first one to figure things out between the both of them. She had predicted Harry and Louis would end up dating, and then soon she predicted the two of them to get married.

Anne gives Louis a pat to his shoulder and makes her way down the hallway to meet with Robin and Gemma. Louis lets out a deep breath as he scans his eyes one last time towards his friends, seeing them give him an encouraging nod before he finally reached for the door knob. Louis slowly pushes the door open and makes his way in the room, seeing Harry lay in the bed with his head turned towards the window.

Louis smiles as he notices the Mickey being squeezed in between Harry's arms, making Louis heart melt at the sight. Despite how banged up Harry looks at the moment, Louis still finds him beautiful. Harry has cuts across his skin, bruises littering his body, one arm resting in a sleeve. Even his head wrapped in a bandage, but Louis can't think of anything else he would rather be looking at.

Louis tries to shut the door quietly behind him to not interrupt Harry's silence, but the door clicks shut causing an echoing sound to travel across the room. Harry flinches at the sound and slowly turns his head to the noise. Louis freezes right away when he makes eye contact with Harry, feeling his breath hitch in his throat. Louis feels his whole world stop as those beautiful, shimmering green eyes start to water up with tears, soon turning into a soft sob once Harry fully registers Louis is standing in front of him.

"Sweetheart," Louis coos right away, feeling his own tears in his eyes. He rushes to the side of Harry's bed and carefully sits himself down. He leans over and gently caresses the side of Harry's face, being mindful with some of the cuts on his face. "Don't cry, baby."

Louis smiles as he begins to wipe the tears off Harry's cheek, letting out a laugh as Harry continues to cry even more. "I-I m-m-missed you," Harry stutters out quietly, hiccuping as he lets out another pitiful sob.

"Oh, honey I missed you even more."

Louis shifts as he leans closer to Harry. He presses his forehead up against Harry's and rubs their noses together, being fragile with his movements and careful with where he was placing himself. Harry slowly moves his free arm up, nearly too weak to do the movement as he goes to wrap his fingers around Louis' wrist. Louis smiles as he looks down at where they are connected, feeling his eyes water up some more.

"You finally opened them," Louis cheers quietly, pulling his head back so he could press his lips right on Harry's cheek. He then helps Harry lean his head back on the pillow, still keep his hands carefully on the sides of Harry's face. "When I look into your eyes my heart starts racing, and I see myself falling for you all over again," He then recites with a smile, feeling relief when Harry lets out a tiny giggle.

"Ch-ch-cheesy," Harry stutters with a crinkly smile. He then looks up at Louis and frowns as he stares at Louis' lips, pouting at hime. "C-can..... we ki-kiss?"

Louis leans his head back as he lets out a laugh. He shakes his head fondly as he looks back at Harry's face, noticing the cheeky smile on his face. "Sure, sunshine," Louis whispers as he leans his face closer to Harry. He then gives Harry a feathery, light kiss to his lips, noticing how chapped and dry they are. But Harry didn't seem to mind as he tried to press more kisses to Louis' lips, being shaky with his movements.

"Stop being greedy," Louis giggles, rolling his eyes as Harry weakly tries to press another clumsily kiss to his lips. "Harry, baby, you just woke up. Take a breather," Louis teases, finally pulling his face back to get some space from Harry. He smiles as he looks down at Harry's pouting face, running his knuckles down the sound of his cheek.

"I m-miss you th-tho-ugh," Harry whines.

Louis rolls his eyes as he is about to reply, but the door to the room is being opened and the doctor is walking in. Louis drops his hands from Harry's face and reaches for his hand instead, lacing their fingers together and holding their conjoined hands in his lap. The two of them turn to look at the doctor, offering him a smile as he pulls a chair up to the side of the bed.

"So recovery," The doctor begins, holding his clipboard as Anne follows in to the room as well. "It says he's living with you, Mr. Tomlinson?" The doctor then asks Louis, receiving a nod in return before continuing. "So physically, Harry may have trouble functioning. He can potentially have issues with balance, knowing when to use the restroom, might even wake up in the night or put things his mouth. It takes time for normal functions to come back, but it's different for people. These are just possibilities, nothing is set in stone."

"So he's like a newborn baby," Louis teases, hearing Harry let out a little whine. Louis smiles as he turns to look at Harry, noticing the dopey smile on Harry's face and poking the dimple on his cheek.

"Yes," The Doctor laughs, shrugging his shoulders, "He may also be emotional at odd points in time. Especially his anger due to the frustration of regaining his loss mobility. Most of the time he won't remember these emotional outbursts, but this simply comes with brain injuries." The doctor looks lower on his clipboard and continues, "We can try walking with him in a few days and test out some mental tests just to see where he is with that. People are different with their recovery, and we feel it's safe to test these here in the hospital. He will defiantly be tired, and movement may be challenging for long periods of time. We can loan a wheel chair until it's no longer an issue. His body is also very weak right now, physical therapy will have to be an option to gain some of his muscle back."

The doctor puts his clipboard down and walks closer to Harry. Harry looks up at the doctor and frowns while Louis squeezes his hand in comfort. The doctor offers a smile before asking him a question. "You know what today is?" Harry shakes his head. "It's January 30th. You got in the accident on the second. You've been in a coma for about four weeks."

Harry nods his head as Louis could visually see him try to process this information. Louis takes pity on him with the troubled look on Harry's face and reaches his free arm across to place his hands on Harry's thigh. Louis tries not to show an reaction to feeling Harry's leg, noticing how small Harry's thighs are, but he can't believe how much muscle Harry had lost just from the few weeks of being in a coma. Louis already knows the struggle Harry is about to be going through with just trying to regain his strength back.

"I'll see you tomorrow after you've had a full day of being awake," The doctor finally finishes off. He gives a wave to Harry's parents before he is walking out the room to leave them all alone.

Once he is finally gone, Anne gets up from her seat and walks over to Louis' side. She places her hand on his shoulder while her other hand goes straight to Harry's cheek, "Okay, baby me and Robin have to go because we have work tomorrow morning," She then leans down to give a kiss to the top of Harry's forehead. "I'm so happy you're away, dear. I love you."

When she pulls back she gives Louis a kiss to the top of his head before she is heading out the room. Soon enough, the two of them are left alone in the room. Louis flicks his eyes back over to Harry and smiles down at his face, noticing the dazed look in his eyes. Louis smiles sweetly and gives Harry a gentle squeeze to his thigh.

Harry looks up at Louis when he feels his hand. He gives Louis and smile and shifts his hand to place on top of Louis'. He laces their fingers together slowly and blinks up at Louis, "So does-" Harry begins, twisting his lips to the side before starting again, "So does th-this mean we c-c-can't have s-sex?"

Louis' eyes widen as he lets out a loud laugh at Harry's question, shaking his head because he's in love with an absolute menace