Harry sits on the edge of the bed, staring at the white wall next to the bed where Louis hung all the pictures of them together. His eyes move from the pictures of them when they were younger until he gets to the photos they took recently.
His eyes rest on one picture. Louis sits in his lap, an arm around his shoulder. Harry has both of his arms around Louis's waist. Louis has one hand on Harry's cheek and he's kissing him, Harry kissing him back. Harry sighs. Sometimes he misses those days.
Louis walks out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist and drying his hair with another one. He walks over to Harry. "Hey, what are you doing?"
Harry shrugs. "I was just thinking."
Louis walks over to the dresser and pulls a shirt over his head. "What about?"
"What if we never met?" Harry says.
Louis turns to looks at him. "Well, we did, Haz."
"Yeah..." Harry says. "But what if we didn't?"
"Well, why are you thinking about that?" Louis asks, buttoning his jeans and walking back over to him. "That's not something you need to worry about."
Harry frowns. "It's just that I don't know what I'd do without you."
"But you don't have to know." Louis says, sitting next to him.
"But what if you die or something?" Harry asks, turning to look at him.
"I'm not dying, Harry." Louis says. "Why are you thinking about all this?"
"I don't know." Harry sighs. "Lou?" He says, their eyes meeting.
"What is it?" Louis says softly, running a hand through Harry's hair.
"Promise you won't ever leave me?" Harry asks.
Louis smiles gently. "Yeah, Haz. I promise."
Harry lays back against the bed, legs hanging over the edge. Louis sighs. He presses a kiss to his cheek. Harry sits up again and kisses him hard on the mouth. Louis falls back against the bed. When Harry pulls away, he's smiling.
"I love you, Lou." He says, pressing their foreheads together.
"I love you more." Louis says and Harry kisses him again.
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A/N: Finally updated. Yuh. Anygay, thanks for reading .Love you guys.
