52 Birthdays With Lou

age: 22

When Harry turns twenty-two, he finds himself on the very top of the Eiffel Tower, looking down at the city of Paris, a familiar hand wrapped around his own.

"Happy birthday Harry," Louis whispers into his ear, his breath warm against his cold skin. Harry turns around and grins, looking down at the cupcake Louis was cradling in his hands.

Harry rolls his eyes, "Really?"

"It's tradition," Louis insists and with a sigh Harry leans over the cupcake, biting his lip as he stared down at the flickering flame.

"Can I wish for you?" Harry whispers, staring down at the cupcake and Louis laughs.

"You already have me!" he says, before his smile drops, "But you can't say what you wish out loud, or else it won't come true."

So Harry silently blows out the candles, this time wishing to keep Louis.

Forever.