Nothing Can Stop Us Now

Harry sat content with his cuppa, glancing across the room.

Without any warning someone had flopped themselves onto his lap and

Harry did all he could to keep the cup from spilling.

If it were anyone other than Louis he might have been angry,

but as soon as he heard that familiar little laugh Harry was laughing also.

"Good morning, Hazza." Louis said with a huge grin, as he bent to kiss Harry's nose.

Harry looked up into Louis' eyes and smiled back at him.

"Good morning, love." Harry replied while closing his eyes as Louis kissed him.

Harry loved the time he got to spend with his boyfriend, it was getting few and far between these days, so he savored each moment.

It was almost their first anniversary, and they would be spending it on tour.

To most it may sound like a dream, and it was, but it was a bit more difficult than one might think.

Harry held Louis on his lap as he began to drift back to a day that seemed like a lifetime ago.

A day that would change his life in more ways than one.

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Harry's nerves were frazzled as he waited impatiently for what seemed to be the verdict on the rest of his life.

He paced back and forth backstage while he waited on the four judges to decide his fate.

Harry had made it through auditions and boot camp, but after his last few reviews from the judges he was quite worried that he would be sent home.

It was something Harry couldn't think about.

As much as he loved working in the bakery back home in Holmes Chapel, it wasn't where he was meant to be.

He lived and breathed to perform.

Finally with a huff Harry took off to the loo, he was tired of standing around and maybe if he splashed a bit of cool water on his face it would help.

He made his way into the restroom and went to stand in front of the sink, he stood for a moment to study himself before turning the cool water on.

Harry ran his hands under the water and bent his face down a bit.

He splashed the water onto his face and began to reach for a paper towel to pat dry but there wasn't any to be found.

Harry shook his hands to get the excess water off and began to search around for a paper towel.

In the midst of searching for something to dry his face, Harry's eye began to water.

He blinked a few times and then the pain started.

Harry always hated to get an eyelash in his eye, it was the worst.

So, he backed up blindly and ran smack into some lad.

"Oops." Harry had said with his hand pressed to his eye.

He knew he looked a complete mess, with the water dripping off his face, and now his cheeks were probably blood red.

The lad said nothing as of yet, he reached out and lowered Harry's hand from his eye and stood on his tiptoes to get a better look.

He gently blew on Harry's eye and removed the lash with ease.

Once Harry could see, the lad extended his hand.

"Hi" The petite boy had said in a cheery voice.