Harry's phone rings. Well, rather it plays the stupid ringtone Louis put in for himself so he would 'always know it's me.'

He reaches for the phone, unlocking it and smiling at the picture of him and Louis that showed up. Louis was wearing one of Harry's jumpers. The soft blue of the fabric brought out his eyes, and in turn, his smile. The two of them sat on the steps in front of their flat. Louis had his arms around Harry and they were both laughing at something unseen by the camera.

Isn't she cra-crazy beautiful

Isn't she stra-strange and wonderful

"Hey, Lou," Harry said softly, bringing the phone to his ear.

"Hazza!" Louis said excitedly.

"What boo?"

"Come outside. Quick quick."

"Okay, Lou," Harry laughed. "I'm coming."

"Yay!"

"Bye, Louis." He hung up, and stood, pulling on his jacket. He walked downstairs and opened the door, immediately smiling at what he saw.

And I think I love her more than I even understand

A soft snow was falling and Louis stood in the middle of the driveway looking up. His eye lashes were dusted with snowflakes and he looked giddy with excitement. His smile seemed so radiant under the cloudy sky and the white flakes of snow.

She's got a classic style that's all her own

Harry raised his phone, snapping a quick picture before fully stepping out of the door.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Louis asked, looking at him.

"Yeah." Not as beautiful as you, Harry added to himself.

Louis giggled and tilted his head back again, sticking his tongue out, attempting to catch the flakes on his tongue.

Smile you can hear through the telephone

Harry smiled at the sight.

Suddenly Louis ran over and tugged on Harry's sleeve like a little kid.

"Haz, Haz, come on! Let's go play!" He began pulling him in the direction of the backyard.

Harry laughed. "I'm coming, boo," He said, grabbing his hand and allowing him to lead him to the backyard.

Louis fell back giggling into the newly snow dusted grass, pulling Harry down with him. They lay on their backs, side by side, looking up at the sky.

She says she's a rebel, but she's way too sentimental

She's precious even when she's mad

They lay there for a while, Harry running his thumb over Louis' knuckles. Louis sat up a bit, looking over to Harry.

"Haz?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

"I Love you too, baby."