And if the sky falls down to tear us apart

1 (pilot)

„He woke up"

Louis had waited four years for that call and as he finally received it, he didn't feel anything. What were you supposed to feel when the thing you have prayed for, for so many years finally happened, just when you started losing hope? He dropped his phone and sank against the door. Harry was awake. After four years of coma.

4 years ago

Silence

Nothing but silence filled the air after the crash. Louis view was blurred and distorted. His first instinct was to look after Harry, who hung in the passenger seat, fixed by his seatbelt which stopped him from falling. His face was covered by his hair, blood was dripping off the ends of his brown curls. He didn't move an inch.

"Ha-" Louis coughed and spat out some blood mixed with saliva. After a few, more unsuccessful attempts of talking to Harry Louis started trying to open the car door, which was harder than excepted because the car was laying on the side.

He tried to unlock his seatbelt and kick the door open with his last strength. "Fuck, Harry wake up!" Were the last words he was able to form before he passed out. All he could hear was angry honking and the slight noise of an ambulance far far away.

Angry honking, that ripped Louis out of his thoughts. It took him two whole years to get inside of a car again without any kind of flashbacks that often led to panic attacks. Louis pushed down the straddle and drove down the snow-white streets. He couldn't believe he was about to see Harry again. Not the Harry, connected to thons of machinery and a million wires. The one that didn't show any signs of life, the one he had taken care of every day.

But the one that talks to him. The one that gives him those beautiful smiles and butterflies when he touched his skin. The one that made Louis laugh with his stupid knock-knock jokes. All those little things were the ones he missed the most. His smell, the way he pronounced different words even his snoring next to him instead of an empty bed.

Louis pulled the car in front of the huge hospital that was so familiar to him like it was his own home, he immediately ripped the door open, crossed the huge parking space and entered the hospital. He headed his way to the reception where Diana already waited for him. She was the responsible doctor for Harry all those years and Louis couldn't be more thankful to have her help him through this tough time.

"I need to see him. Where is he?" Stupid question. Louis knew exactly where he was, room 228 second floor last door left. How often he listened to that sentence. His heart beaded so fast it felt about to jump out of his chest.

The way Diana looked at him built up an insecurity about what was going to happen, if Harry just woke up like that without any disadvantages she wouldn't look at him the way she does. "What? Is anything wrong?"

"Please follow me." She said with a drop in her voice. She had become far more than just a doctor to Louis over the past years, she was a friend, someone Louis trusted with his life. Literally. Seeing her clearly nervous as they reached the room worried him.

"Louis. Wait!" It was Liam. Diana must have called him too, Louis got more and more the impression that something bad was waiting on the other side of the door. "Lee?" They shared a quick hug. "I thought you might need him," Diana said with glassy eyes, her lips pressed into a line. "Diana-"

"Don't overwhelm him and don't forget, he had been absent for years, he needs time to understand that." Louis just nodded pushing past her into the room where he stopped on the spot.

Harry sat in his bed still connected to two or three wires but that was nothing compared to last week. He turned around as Louis stepped and caught his eyes. Louis' heart took a jump, he hadn't seen those green eyes in four years and God, he missed them. It was an indescribable feeling seeing Harry's skin, cheeks flushed reddish like they used to be, his curls framing his face, underlining the sharpness of his jaw.

It was just like in all these dreams.

A sight of relief escaped his lips as he saw that Harry was physically fine and looked just like always, just that he was awake. Harry was awake. A tear fell over Louis's cheek as he finally pulled himself together and approached the bed. Slowly. As if he was a lost puppy Louis found in their backyard. "Haz-" Louis reached out for the youngers hand, to hold it just like every day. Day in and out when he had visited.

But Harry shied away, his eyebrows drawn in confusion as he looked from Louis over to Liam in the doorway. "W-who are y-you?" Harry's voice sounded so different, quiet and weak, but what would you expect after such a long time of coma.

"I-It's me L-Louis." The man sobbed quietly with no control over any of his feelings. Seeing Harry not recognise him killed Louis inside, like a fire, slowly and painfully tearing him apart. "Please-" This can't be happening. Harry took his eyes off of Louis and looked at his hands. Playing with them, like he always did.

Louis stumbled backwards into the hall, he tangled his fingers through his hair angrily, walking up and down. "Fuck!" He yelled, his voice turned into quiet sobbing. Four years of taking care, four years of waiting of hoping and praying, living in uncertainty if he would wake up at all, just for not being remembered?? "Fuck." He repeated whispering squeezing his eyes shut. How much must the gods hate them?

Suddenly Liam grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him a bit. "You need to make him remember Louis. We need him please-" Louis bit his lip and shook his head, "H- How?" Only a little amount of people are able to remember after they lost their mind in a coma, and those only remember small pieces.

"I- don't know, tell him stories or memories. Something... just... at least, try it, Lou."

Lou, Lou, Lou Hearing that name was similar to simply stabbing him into the heart, and Liam knew that, he used it on purpose. Louis craved for Harry calling him that again, he couldn't live without Harry by his side, those last years had been long enough, he couldn't lose Harry again.

Louis nodded and went back in.

"Go."

"No, please Haz."

"Don't call me that, my name is Harry. At least that's what they told me."

"Please Harry, let me t-tell you a story-" Louis spoke calmly, Harry listened.

"And if you still want me to leave...I-I will... I promise."

"Only if you tell me what this is." Harry picked up a small picture from his bedside. It was the little passport-sized photo Louis usually carried around in his wallet, it showed him and the two of them on their first date. "I will." He assured.

Harry hesitated but then slowly nodded. "Okay." Louis let himself down, into the chair next to Harry's bed, making sure not to move too fast as if he was afraid to scare Harry. He took a shaky breath and after Liam gave him a nod and closed the door.

With the salty taste of tears on his lips and Harry's green eyes attentive on glued on him, Louis hesitatingly started.

What if it wouldn't work?

"It all started summer 2009...