52 Birthdays With Lou

age: 28

When Harry turns twenty-eight, Liam and Danielle throw him a party at their new house. It's nice, and homey, and Harry can already picture their kids running about the house.

Danielle is sporting a flashy ring on her finger, and Harry makes sure to compliment her on it a few dozen times, while looking over the heads of the people in the room, looking for the tussled hair.

"He's not coming mate," Niall mutters from behind him and Harry's shoulders sag as he accepts the drink Niall hand him. "But I've got him on the phone."

Harry's eyes fall to Niall's hand, which is gripping his iPhone and Harry tentatively reaches for it, holding it up to his ear.

"Harry," Louis says, and Harry swore he'd forgotten what Louis' voice sounded like, after three years of silent treatment, but after he hears it once, it all comes flooding back to him.

The warmth and happiness that dripped from each of his words.

"Happy Birthday," Louis whispers, and nothing much more is said, but when Danielle brings the birthday cake, Harry doesn't hesitate to blow out the candles, his wish already formed firmly in his mind.

Make things right with Louis.