"dad!" harry jr. calls as he spots him leaving mr. tomlinson's room. awkardly, harry sr. smiled and went up to his son. "hey, my boy,"

harry jr. looks at his dad and raises an eyebrow. "it looks like you just got fucked, dad." harry spluttered and narrowed his eyes. 

"you will not ever use that language around me, do you understand me?"

harry jr. smirked in response. "wake up, dad. i'm not a little kid anymore."

he tried, but harry couldn't say a response. it felt like he was kicked in the chest. harry jr. sighed. "okay, but seriously, wake up, dad."

"what?" harry sr. whispered and the son rolled his eyes. "wake up!"

harry sat straight up in his bed like the protagonists do in the movies, and he suddenly feels a tightness in his chest. it was a fucking dream?! he thinks to himself, and he throws himself against his mattress. i'm done with this dream bullshit, he thinks as he rubs his eyes. 3:08am the clock reads, and harry wants to cry. he thought he was finally done with the louis dreams. but ever since his son told him about a "mr. tominson" as his english teacher, everything came rushing back to him, and almost anything that is related to the louis tomlinson he once "knew", he feels like crying.

all he wants to do now is cry. he feels like the first time he came out of his coma, figuring out that louis was a figment of his imagination. of course, he didn't believe it at first. for five years of his life he tried to find his lost love, but he finally gave up after meeting caroline.

but now, that little wisp of hope that louis william tomlinson is a real, living person, he feels like that 16 year old boy in the hospital, hysterically crying for a person that others said " didn't exist ".

harry sr.'s eyes began to water over, but we quickly wiped them. he's crying over a person he hasn't even met in this new world.

although, sometimes, harry wishes he would go back into the world in the coma. although it was painful to live through, at least he had louis. he had a living louis tomlinson by his side. even when he broke up with him in the coma-world, he still could see him. he could feel him. he was still a person.

a real, breathing person.

louis william tomlinson.

yes, throughout the years, without any photographs or actual evidence louis was real, to him anyway, the image of him has faded greatly. but, the one thing that harry can remember explicity, the one thing that harry loved the most, was louis' eyes.

louis' eyes were seas of blue. they were a bright blue, not like a sky blue, no. that gave them no justice. they were more like a crystal blue, and they would shimmer when he would get excited. he would jump up and down and his eyes would just sparkle. louis' eyes had that quality where you could get lost in them. it's almost as if you stared into them, you would see his story. you would see what he's been through. you could see everything, from newborn to 23 years old. not only can you see his past, harry saw his future in louis' eyes.

harry can remember staring into louis' eyes, and seeing those eyes placed on their children's eyes. two boys, and one little girl. the little girl would have louis' eyes, and the boys would have harry's.

harry didn't notice the tears streaming down his face. he had forgotten much about louis tomlinson, but his eyes are clear as day in his head, like they're the only things keeping him upright. they give harry hope, that one day, they will meet again.

that's ridiculous, harry thinks to himself. he finds himself agreeing, and falls asleep, trying hard not to think about louis tomlinson.

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honestly, i don't know what the hell i wrote
don't kill me *not so subtly shys away from savannah*
but hey I'm back
probably

oh and I'm sorry its not long, I'm still going through a lot of stuff right now