"Hey, Darcy." Harry smiles as he straightens the collar of his suit.

His daughter looks up at him a confused expression plastered on her face.

"Why so dressed up dad?"

The man bites his lip. He is about to lie to his kid. He feels awful. Instead of letting his guilt show he simply replies, "I have a meeting. So, sorry love it just came up. Do you think you could catch the bus to school?"

Darcy looks up at him as she nods unconvinced.

"Thanks. Now I had a look at the bus times; there is one. Umm the 366, it is at 7.45am it should get you to school on time. Just the normal bus stop yeah? Is that okay?"

Harry eyes the girl making sure she will be fine.

Luckily, the girl nods happily. He smiles at her leaving with a kiss to the head and a reminder to in his words, "lock the door. Pack your lunch. Don't forget your go card. Make sure you bring your homework."

The thirteen-year-old only rolls her eyes. Harry is such a worry wort.

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Harry honestly has no clue what he thinks he is doing.

He didn't sleep. He had a thirty-minute shower to assure he smelt good. Then put on his expensive custom GUCCI suit to look presentable.

In case you were wondering what he was planning. 

It was 6.50am he was currently taking the ten to fifteen-minute drive to Darcy's school in hopes of catching Louis before school started and he began work.

He was desperate.

The boy had been swarming his thoughts for a month now; Harry needed to see him. He couldn't just sit at home after reading Louis' autobiography. He missed him. Truly.

Even after nine years, there wasn't a week that went by without something reminding him Louis. Whether it be someone talking in their sleep, or a babysitter ad – little things brought back the memories he had made with the boy...well, now young adult. 

Hell, Louis would always be a boy to Harry.

He prayed that morning that he wold catch Louis in time. He prayed the boy would recognise him. He prayed the boy would want to talk.

And for some reason. The God's listened and his prayers were answered.

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Louis sighed as he skipped into the private school grounds, he was so happy. He had only been working at the school a day, and he was overjoyed by the job. He wasn't being paid much – but the fact that he could work with kids and make a positive impression on a young person's life.

That meant so much to him.

As he walked towards the staff room, he frowned noticing a man with short brown hair sitting on the silver seat outside the door.

It was only 7 am, Louis knew he was early, he didn't expect to see anyone else here seeing as school didn't start until 8.20am.

Striding unconfidently forward he watched as the man looked up at him. He stopped in his tracks, a few paces away from the man.

Just like when it first started, blue met green. 

A gasp was heard coming from Louis' mouth as he takes in the sight of this man. The man has on a purple GUCCI suit; he has lanky long legs. His hair is cut short; he has a slight, perfectly trimmed stubble... and a smile.

Louis knows those forest green eyes anywhere.... He knows that smile anywhere.

"H-Harry...?" His words come out in a whisper.

He watches as the tall man stands up shoulders sagging in what seems to be contentment.

"Lou."

The two stand staring in silence for some time before they both take a simultaneous pace forward.

"Hi..." Louis whispers, eyes never leaving Harry's face. "You look good." He comments as he takes in the man's fancy attire – a blush arises on the elder's cheeks.

Any compliment from Louis was worth more than the world.

"You look beautiful. So pretty." Harry counters.

There are no loud voices, just their whispers. The atmosphere peaceful as they stand in an aura of warmth.

There is nothing else said as they both step in towards one another, embracing each other in a hug. A tight hug.

A long needed hug.

There is a sense of home as Harry places his hand on Louis' waist. Even now, nine years later they fit perfectly together. Moulding like putty. Fitting like a jigsaw.

Harry can't help but think Louis was made for him. For him... nobody else.

Louis looks up at Harry never once letting go of the man, and Harry has tears in his eyes – so does Louis. Green loses itself in blue for a moment with no thought he his cupping Louis' soft cheek, thumb brushing over his lower lip. As he leans his forehead on the smaller of the two's declaring his thoughts;

"I'm sorry."

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