Summary: Louis was a lumberjack happy to be living his life alone in what could qualify as Middle Of Nowhere, Canada. Every morning, he went out into the woods, cut his logs, then came home at dusk to a scalding hot shower and a good book by the fireplace. Rinse and Repeat. He had a good life, quiet and peaceful; simple. Not a secluded one as Niall annoyingly claimed. Louis certainly didn't need some chatty trespasser dropping into his life, his forest, his home. Invading his space, his circle of friends, touching his stuff, asking questions about his husband. His late husband. A trespasser who wasn't supposed to crawl under his skin, occupy his thoughts, and steal his heart from where Louis had locked it safely away, only to put it right back on Louis' sleeve - where it once laid. No, Louis definitely didn't need Harry. ATTENTION!! this story is NOT mine. Its from freetheankles on ao3 but I think she deleted it from there because I can't find it anymore. I had the pdf of the fanfic downloaded so I thought why not post it here. I loved this story a lot so I hope you guys like it too