Eternity || L.S.

..II..

Harry didn't know. He truly did not know, therefore it wasn't his fault. At least that is what he kept repeating to himself every so often. No words could describe how awful he felt for angering the blue eyed boy. In all the decades he has been alive, there have been none who made such an impact on him. Physically and emotionally. Harry was being a tad dramatic, but that was not the issue at hand.

He had to apologize.

Problem was the feathered haired boy was most likely not coming anytime soon if any. With a long and heavy sigh Harry continued placing the books in the right place. Margaret, the owner of the bookstore, had just received a donation from a professor of the nearby university. It was an understatement that her and Harry were very excited. They received donations once in a while, but it was usually a book or two. The professor had donated around 200 books and they were all in spectacular condition.

"Marg?" Harry spoke, placing the last book of the box he had at hand.

"Yes, dear?" She replied sweetly.

"Did the professor say their name by any chance? After work I want to stop by and thank them."

Harry grabbed another box, this one heavier than the other. He was glad only two more remained.

"Louis." She stated. "Louis Tomlinson."

.....

Margaret had dismissed Harry earlier than expected. Something about her not wanting Harry to miss the professor. She was quite eager for Harry to go which was very confusing to him.

Harry stood outside the classroom he was told the kind hearted man was currently in, most likely grading, as one of the students informed him. Harry knocked and waited for a response from the other side, but didn't receive any. He knocked again this time harder thinking the man might not have heard him the first time. Harry shrugged when a reply was still not given and started to walk away.

"Wait! Shit- sorry!" Exclaimed a voice Harry recognized all too well.

"Oh."

"I'm-" Harry tried to apologize as soon as he turned to face the boy.

"No. Don't." Louis sighed. "I'm sorry. My behavior was unacceptable. I'm very sorry, Alex."

Shameful blue eyes casted themselves to the floor not wanting to meet the vibrant green that stared at him with great intensity.

Harry was confused as to why the boy had called him Alex, but then he remembered. He remembered how he was deprived from his life, his identity.

Harry Styles died.

Alex Young works in a bookstore.

"All is forgiven." Harry smiled, dimples at full display.

"That's grea-"

Harry cut him off.

"All is forgiven," Harry pauses. "If you continue to come to the bookstore."

Louis let out a loud laugh. Harry wasn't expecting that, but he would be lying if he said it wasn't the most beautiful sound he had heard in 100 years. So pure and angelic.

"Deal."

They shook on it since it's what men in their 20s do to look professional.. or so Harry is led to believe. He isn't yet adapted with the 21st century and it's wonders.

What Harry was yet to realize is that Louis was one of those wonders. That the moment they met Harry was a goner. That Louis was never going to let go.

Eternity brought them together after all.