See You Again || L.S. || ✅

Prologue

It seemed as if it were fate.

It was fate when two young women met, vowing to be each other's best friends for life. 

It was fate when these two young women each found a guy. 

It was fate when they both got pregnant around the same time. 

It was fate when these two beautiful boys were born, and it was fate that they never left each other's sides. 

Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles. They were born around two months apart, but that didn't stop them from becoming attached at the hip. 

Preschool (4 years old)

"No Mummy! LouLou wanna be with Hazza!" Louis whined, gripping tightly onto Harry's arm as he stood helpless beside his best friend. 

"I'm sorry Louis, you guys aren't in the same class, you can't be with each other." Jay apologizes, crouching in front of the two sad boys. 

"No. Lou go with Hazza or nowhere at all." Louis says, authority in his small, squeaky voice. Harry only gripped his arms tighter around Louis' waist as he leant his head on the boy's shoulder. 

Jay sighed, pulling her hair up into a ponytail before releasing it and letting the brown locks fall back onto her shoulders. 

"Okay baby, I will try my hardest for you boys, I will ask if they can make an acception. Please don't keep your hopes up darlings." Jay compromised, hoping they would be kind enough to put the two boys together. 

Their faces lit up in bright smiles as they turned to one another, squealing in the other's arms. 

"I never wanna be apart fwom Lou." Harry says shyly and Louis just beams. "I don't wanna weave you Hazza. Evah."

"You won't boobwear."

Second Grade (8 years old)

"Harry?" Louis' small eight year old voice wobbles out.

"Yes, Lou?" Harry immediately turns to Louis, putting his arts and crafts on the table to give the other boy his full attention. 

"I can't do it." Louis whispers, sadness written all over his facial features. 

Harry furrows his eyebrows, glancing down at the crafting supplies in Louis' hands, back up to his face. "What do you mean Lou?"

Louis' eyes start to tear up, "Harry, I can't do it right." He pouts, trying not to cry. 

Harry's chest hurts as he watches his best friend cry. "Don't cry Lou," Harry reaches out, taking the paper and glue from Louis' hands, instead replacing them with his own body in a tight hug. 

"It's frustrating Hazzy." Louis whimpers, tucking his face in the crook of Harry's neck. Harry doesn't say anything, just holds his best friend while everyone else in the class continues to work on the assignment. 

"It's okay Lou, you don't need to do it. You can help me with mine. We can do it together." Harry tells the small boy. 

Louis pulls back, wiping his sweater covered hands across his eyes, a small smile on his face. "Really?" 

Harry nods with a smile, "Of course, you can help me glue okay?" He asks, holding his hand out for Louis' so they could sit back down. 

"Yes. Thank you Hazzy." Louis whispers, pulling his small chair beside his amazing best friend as he flashes him a dimpled smile.