Fleeting Moments, Endless Years

"I shall never die," Harry proclaimed. "I'll become one of those immortals of which we hear whispered tales."

Louis remained silent for a few moments before breaking the stillness. "Could he?" Louis nodded toward the boy behind Liam. "Become an immortal. He claims he desires never to die. I would be curious to witness his attempt."

"Immortality?" Liam said. "Most mortals dread death, yet some, like him, seem to defy it. Perhaps he harbors a strength of spirit we have yet to behold."
Louis recognised that tone in his brother's voice-a sign of an idea forming. "Shall we see?"

Liam arched an eyebrow. "An... Experimentation?"

Louis smiled and nodded. "Aye. Every hundred years, I shall meet him here. We shall see, in a century's time, if Harry Styles still yearns for life."

In the shadowy corners of the White Lion Pub, a timeless bond unfolds every century between Morpheus, the enigmatic Lord of Dreams, weaving through the realms of the fantastical, and Harry Styles, a mortal whose thirst for life defies the bounds of time.

Or a short story inspired by The Sandman (DC).