"Sorry. I can't do this again," he said quietly while staring into the distance over Louis' shoulder, still avoiding his eyes. "And I can?? Fucking LOOK AT ME! It's ME for God's sake." So he did. He stared into those ocean blues that drew him in like a magnet and refused to release him. His breathing threadier as he looked down at the two from above, as if his soul and body had separated and the only thing keeping him alive was Louis' stare. ----- Or the one where Harry and Louis meet after two years apart and a seriously long overdue conversation might have been all they needed