Louis hugged into Harry's chest. He didn't want to let go.

He just felt... happy.

Happy to see the man again. Happy he felt at home in his arms. Staring into Harry's green orbs, he watched as the man's plump red lips formed two simple words.

"I'm sorry."

Louis bit his lip. He didn't want to let go – but he had to. Stepping back he took in Harry's short hair once more. It was so different. So much more mature. Louis adored it.

"Why?" The smaller of the two questioned, tilting his head to the side curiously.

"Everything." Harry paused as he took one of Louis' much smaller hands in his larger one. He brushed his thumb over Louis' soft wrist. The latter looked at the action, a small smile forming. 

Unfortunately, that smile was replaced with a sad frown at Harry's following words.

"The book. Your book. I read it." There is a silent pause. Only the sound of their uneven breath can be heard.

"Oh..." Louis whispers. How does he respond to that?

"Do you think if I hadn't have left you... if I hadn't had messed up... things would be different?"

Louis looks up at his ex at that – he had never thought about it. He can't help the humourless laugh that erupts from him. It isn't funny; it is a sign of nervousness.

"I think it would have turned out the same in the end..."

Harry nods because Louis is right. Even if things had not had gone as they did. Harry would have continued to feel uncomfortable with Louis' age.

"It was the right thing. Bad things just happened because of it," Louis adds. Harry can't help but wrap his arms around the boy once more. Louis accepts the hug with open arms, snuggling into Harry's shoulder.

Harry eventually let's go of him. And Louis can just tell the man used the hug as an opportunity to hide his tears. 

He secretly did the same.

Letting go, he looks into Harry's eyes once more; "you know... Liam always told me. If things are meant to be, those you love will find a way back to you. Even if it is months or years later..."

Harry tilted his head as he smiled teeth showing; "here we are now."

Louis can hear the excitement in Harry's voice, even though his tone is nothing above a whisper.

"It's not too late is it Harry?"

The curly haired man takes both of Louis' hands and raises them to his mouth as he presses a chaste kiss to the back of each of his hands.

"Not a week went by when I didn't think of you Louis. I think Liam is right. Even though I didn't consciously know... I think I was waiting until the day I found you again."

When Harry drops his hand, Louis takes the opportunity to brush his fingers through Harry's short locks.... He stands on his tippy toes to do so.

"You are so handsome... Darcy... wow, she is such a beautiful young girl."

Harry grins as a tear of pure happiness falls down his cheek. Louis can only smile sadly.

"I missed you, Louis."

"I missed you too Harry."

This one is short... and sweet. I wanted to write more. But I thought it was nice to leave it where I did.