"This is really something else."

Louis couldn't help but smile from his chair on the other side of the room. For the past few hours, doctors and nurses had been examining Harry, checking all of his vital signs and his brain activity—he passed every test with flying colors.

The doctor's even had Harry do the "what color are your socks" test. Needless to say, Harry was perfectly healthy.

"It really is something…magical, isn't it?" One doctor said, checking Harry's reflexes one more time.

Harry smiled and shrugged, looking at Louis and then back to the doctor, "I must have someone looking out for me."

"You're a very lucky boy, Mr. Styles."

"Yeah, I really am." He said, beaming at Louis, who returned the gesture.

"So everything is alright with him, then?" Simon Cowell asked, walking back into the room and pocketing his phone.

The doctor, who was dark in skin color and tall in height, smiled a bright grin and nodded, "It seems so. This is truly remarkable, Harry. You are very lucky. It seems like you have a guardian angel looking after you." The doctor continued to smile knowingly and Harry sighed, glancing from Louis and back to the doctor,

"Absolutely." He paused. "So does this mean I can go?"

The doctor opened his mouth to speak, but Simon immediately interjected, "I don't think so. You need your rest—"

"But I've been sleeping for three months!"

The doctor stepped in next to Simon, who was almost leaning over Harry's bed, "I'm sorry Harry, but I think he is right. Though you have been 'asleep' for the past three months, you're body still hasn't gotten used to functioning while you are awake. It will take time, but your body needs to recuperate from the stress it was under while you were in the coma."

Harry groaned and flopped onto his back on the bed, rolling his eyes. "Fine. Just hole me up in here, why don't you!" He cried dramatically.

Simon smiled slightly and rolled his eyes, patting the younger boy on the head. He turned back to Louis,

"Alright, Lou, I think we should let Harry get some rest—"

"No!"

Both men turned to look at the bed and saw Harry with his arms crossed—looking extremely pissed.

"I beg your—"

"No. Simon. You already won't let me leave the bed, even though I'm perfectly fine. Don't take the one person I actually want to talk to away." Harry said sadly, his eyes pleading.

Simon sighed and looked to Louis, who shrugged in response, "Well, if he's up to it, Simon—"

"—I am!"

Louis smiled knowingly, "—Then I don't see why I shouldn't stay. Besides, someone should stay with him, right?"

Simon looked to the doctor, who nodded, "I mean, he can stay if he wants," He turned to Louis, "But if anything happens, even the slightest glitch, you need to contact me or any of the nurses immediately. Is that clear?"

Louis smiled, never breaking eye contact from Harry, "Crystal."

Simon gave a wary glance to the pair, but finally settled for leaving when the doctor began to close his clipboard,

"Right. Harry, you stay in bed. Louis, if he starts to get tired, don't force him to stay awake, yeah?"

Louis nodded towards the doctor, "Yes, alright, fine."

The doctor nodded and ushered an annoyed Simon out of the room, finally leaving the two boys alone.

Alone.

Finally.

The two were silent for a few moments, just taking in the fact that they were together, and that they were both alive.

Harry chuckled and coughed, waving his hand, "Aren't you going to come over, then?"

Louis sighed, his chest feeling lighter at the sound of Harry's voice and the familiar banter he always produced. He pulled that he was sitting on over to the side of Harry's bed, making sure it faced him, and he sat down. Harry reached out his arm, holding his hand out, and Louis graciously took it easily.

"Hi." Harry breathed, finding it hard to stop his lips from turning upward.

"Hi." Louis said, squeezing his hand and rubbing circles over his palm.

"I can't believe I've been gone for that long."

Louis shook his head, "It was…terrible, Harry. Not just for me, but for the boys as well."

The grin that broke out on Harry's face was infectious as he spoke, "The boys. I miss them. How are they?"

Louis nodded, "They are alright. Niall's still eating, Liam's still sensible, and Zayn is…Zayn." Louis finished with a laugh.

Harry mimicked his laugh and exhaled, "I feel terrible—I feel like I've missed so much."

"Don't worry, we'll get you up to speed in no time."

Harry nodded, but his smile had faded into a mope, and Louis lifted Harry's chin with his finger, forcing him to look into his eyes,

"What's the matter?"

Harry shrugged, and let his fingers play with the thin sheet that was covering him, "Nothing, I just—I feel awful that I've missed things with you and the boys, but I feel even worse for putting you through what I did." Harry lifted his head to shoot Louis a regretful look.

Louis shook his head, his other hand reaching to pat Harry on the leg comfortingly, "No, no don't feel bad. You couldn't help it—"

"—But I could have, couldn't I?" Harry began, "I didn't have to leave that night. I didn't have to get in your car. I could have stayed like you asked me to."

Louis groaned inwardly. He wanted to talk to Harry about everything, but at the same time, he didn't want to have any type of conversation about that night.

Louis rubbed the back of his neck, "I—I guess so. But I mean, we were both kinda upset that night. I—I should have chased after you and forced you to come back inside. I—" He paused, "I feel like it's partly my fault this even happened to you. I let you go, Harry. I could have stopped you." He gave Harry a sincere stare, and added, "And I am never letting you leave again."

The younger boy looked at him in shock. Of course, he didn't remember much from his dream, and to be honest, he didn't remember much from that night either.

But what he did remember was how he felt that night—how he couldn't stand the thought of Harry leaving him again for Eleanor.

He shuddered—even thinking about it now made his stomach turn upside down. Harry glanced up at Louis, who was still grinning from ear to ear—so unbelievably happy that Harry was here, sitting up and talking to him.

The curly haired boy grinned. The fact that Louis was here, and that he probably broke a million rules for what he did, and that he even tried in the first place, was enough for Harry right now.

Harry took a deep breath, "How about…it's no one's fault? And we don't play the blame game?It happened, and…and I'm just happy that I'm able to sit here and talk to you." Harry said, placing a kiss on Louis' hand that was cupping his cheek,

"Besides," Harry continued, his lips moving against Louis' hand,"I have a feeling there is a different reason I should be mad at you right now." He said with a quaint smile.

Louis couldn't help but smile back, knowing exactly what he was talking about, "Do—do you remember anything from the dream?"

Harry shrugged, "Just that you forced me to plummet to the ground by jumping off of a stage." He said jokingly.

Louis laughed, "Yes. That—that is what I did."

"And I'm…so glad you did." Harry said, "All joking aside, if it weren't for you trying, I wouldn't be here right now. So, just…thank you so much Louis. You…you saved me." He finished, his voice breaking.

Harry gave him a watery smile at his own words, his beam lighting up Louis' dark world that he had been living in for the past three months. Louis continued to caress Harry's thumb as Harry looked around the room. His wide eyes turned to look at Louis again, his voice still an audible whisper,

"So this is real, right? This isn't a dream?" Harry asked with a look of skepticism on his face.

Louis grasped Harry's face lightly, letting his thumbs brush against his cheeks. He forced Harry to look at him—he wanted to make sure Harry heard this. Partly because he wanted Harry to be sure and partly because he was still trying to convince himself that all of this was true, even though he knew it was.

"This is completely real," Louis confirmed, wiping away a small tear that had fallen down his face.

"Everything is real." He smiled and wiped a tear away from Harry's eye and whispered, "You are real."

Louis looked into Harry's eyes and smiled at him comfortingly. He loved being able to say those words out loud, and not have to convince himself they were true, because he was holding Harry right now, and he knew he wasn't dreaming.

There was so much he wanted to say to Harry—but he felt like not even forever would be enough time to tell him what he was feeling.

He gripped Harry's hand, which gained the younger boys attention,

"Louis?"

Louis shook his head in response, "It's nothing Harry."

"No, tell me, what's on your mind." He paused and chuckled, "I think I deserve to know, don't you think? I've only been gone for three months. You can't keep anything from me now."

Louis took a deep breath, taking note that Harry did have a point.

"Well, Harry, I—"

The boys both jumped at the sudden whoosh of the door opening. Both boys turned to look at the door, and they were both greeted with a warm smile,

"Harry!" Harry's eyes grew wide as he crashed into a hug by none other than his mother, Anne Styles.

"Oh, my baby boy. I—I—you're awake, you're here! Oh, sweetheart!" Anne cupped her son's face and kissed his cheeks, letting her tears of joy splash across his face.

"Oh, stop it! Goodness! Yes, yes, I'm here! I'm alright!"

"Alright?" Anne exclaimed, still not noticing Louis was smiling at the pair, "Harry, you were just in a coma for three months. You weren't talking or smiling or singing—you were just lying there." Anne let her tears fall from her eyes freely, not caring if there were other people in the room.

Her son—her only son—was alive; when everyone else thought he wasn't going to wake up.

She was a firm believer that no mother should ever have to hold a funeral for her child—so her fears washed away completely when she saw her son's eyes light up with his smile.

He was alive. Her son—her world, her everything—was alive.

Harry, who saw his mother crying, sat up and opened his arms, "Oh mum, come on, it's alright. I'm okay now, I'm okay—"

Anne continued to sob into her sons shoulders when suddenly; the door again burst open—

"Harry Styles?"

All three people in the room turned to face the door, and Anne sighed when another doctor strutted through the door,

"Yes, this is Harry, he's my son—"

"Yes, I am well aware," The attractive doctor gave Anne a charming smile and continued, diverting his eyes from Anne to Harry, "Hello Harry, how are you feeling so far?"

Harry sighed, "Just as fine as I was about an hour ago when the other doctor came in." Anne understood Harry's frustration and turned back to the doctor,

"He's had a long day, can't you do this another time?"

"Unfortunately, when a coma patient comes out of a coma, they need to be monitored very frequently. We just want to make sure he is stable and there were no complications. I assure you," He turned to Harry again, "This won't continue for very long."

"I hope not," Harry asserted, "I want to get out of here. I need to go back to the boys," He shot a knowing look at Louis, who shrugged,

"Yes, but I want you to get better too." Louis gave Harry a soft look and stood up, moving the doctor out of the way and standing next to Harry.

He reached for Harry's hand and grabbed his, rubbing small circles onto his palm. He looked into Harry's eyes and at first Harry gave him a hard stare, but once their eyes locked; his looked softened. To the onlookers, it seemed like Harry and Louis were in their own little world—as if they were having a silent conversation of understanding.

Because while he knew Harry was fidgety and wanted to leave, he also understood that he needed to get better before he did anything extreme.

He loved Harry, and he wanted to be with him—alone—but he would rather be with a healthy Harry than a Harry who ran the risk of slipping into a coma again.

Harry nodded and looked down at their entwined hands and smiled, "I know—I do. But you know how I can hardly sit still—"

"—I know." Louis said with a smile.

"—And how I need to start doing things with you guys again."

"—I know."

"—I don't want to stay here!"

Louis nodded and ran his hand through Harry's soft curls, earning an appreciative smile from the boy.

"I know, but please, listen to the doctors. I know you don't want to but…please?" He shrugged, "For me?"

Harry grinned cheekily, and Louis heard his heart thump in his chest at the familiar sight, welcoming the fast pacing of his heart with open arms—because he knew it was because he seeing Harry smile at him for real, and not in a dream. "You know I'd do anything for you, Lou." He kissed Louis' hand, and Louis grinned. Both were still completely in their own world when they heard a throat being cleared from behind them,

"Right," the doctor said, feeling slightly uncomfortable as he came in between Harry and Louis, "Well Harry, I'll be back to run a few more tests, but right now," He turned to face Anne, who was wide eyed as she watched the exchange between the two boys, "Anne, I need you to come with me—"

Anne, who was still amazed by the scene she had just witnessed. Moved her hand from where it was placed on her heart and looked at the doctor,

"What? Why? I—I don't want to leave my son—"

The doctor laughed and placed a light hand on her shoulder, "It's nothing to worry about, love. You just need to fill out some forms. Besides," He shot Louis a knowing look, "I think there are a few other people who wish to see Harry."

Just as he said those words, the door bust open, and the smiling faces of three other boys burst into the room,

"Harry!"

"Oh my god—"

"Hazza!"

Harry's slight scowl turned to a grin when he was suddenly attacked by Niall, Zayn and Liam, who jumped onto the bed and hugged him and kissed his head and face. Harry couldn't help but laugh at their antics and the doctor nodded to Louis before guiding Anne out of the room and closing the door lightly behind them.

Louis stared at what was happening before him—they were all together again. His best friends in the entire world were all here in the same room. And they were all alive.

The sight he never thought he would see again was playing out before his eyes. The smiles on the boys' faces could light up an entire city—happiness and joy was radiating from each boy and Louis could feel it throughout every inch of his body. He walked over to the bed and embraced his friends in a giant group hug, not surprised by the tear that fell down his cheek.

The pieces of Louis that were missing were finally being put back together—he felt whole again.