I Want to Write You a Song

If We Could Have This Life For One More Day

"Lou, stop! Your gonna hurt yourself!"

Louis rolls his eyes. "I'm a big boy Harry, I don't need you to tell me- ow fuck!"

Harry jumps up at the sight of his boyfriend cutting his hand on broken glass. "Babe, let me get the broom."

When Harry comes back he holds the broom in one hand and a gauze bandage in the other. He shakes his head as Louis reaches for the bandage.

"Let me." Harry wraps it tightly around his wrist, yet so so gently that Louis' insides feel soft and tingly.

"Thank you, Love," he whispers.

Harry brushes him off. "It's nothing compared to everything you've done for me."

They're silent as Louis sweep up the remaining glass, wood, and gears into the dustpan.

Did you know that no matter how many clocks Louis smashes, time will keep ticking away. Harry is slipping through his fingers like the sand in an hourglass and he's completely defenseless to stop it.

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Everyone's in a good mood this morning. Probably because they were all glad to see Harry in a good mood. Niall makes breakfast and they all sit around the living room eating and chatting.

Louis can't stop smiling over at Harry, who's sitting next to him on the couch. He's glad his boyfriend is feeling alright today. A pit grows in his stomach though as he tries not to think about how limited his days of "feeling alright" really are.

Louis has an idea. "Lets go somewhere today," he blurts out.

Harry looks at him, brows raised.

Louis glances down, playing with his hands in his lap. "Only if you're up for it. I just thought..."

Harry cuts him off. "I'd love to. It would be nice getting out of this bloody hotel for a bit."

Louis beams. "Maybe I'll take you out on a proper date."

Niall shifts in his seat. "Um, sorry to spoil this for you lads, but have either of you looked outside?"

Harry frowns. "No, why?"

"It's a proper blizzard out there," Zayn chimes in. He rises from his seat and pulls open the curtain, revealing the storm on the other side of the window. "You wouldn't make it a block away with these road conditions."

He was right. The ground was covered in a thick fresh blanket of snow. Judging by the heavy grey sky, it wouldn't be letting up anytime soon. Louis slumps defeated in his spot on the couch, letting his head fall into Harry's shoulder. His hands automatically start combing themselves through Louis' hair.

"S'alright, Lou," he says. "We can still go out."

"Harry," Liam warns, "the roads have three feet of snow on them, it's not safe to..."

"I know," Harry interrupts.

Louis tilts his chin up to face him. "What do you have in mind?"

"There's a little pond out back behind the hotel. We could ice skate."

Surprise is reflected in four pairs of eyes at Harry's request.

He blushes, and adds quietly, "We don't have to... I just... it's something I've always wanted to try... and I might not get the chance..." he stumbles on his words, but Louis understands them plain as day.

"Of course, Baby. Anything you want we'll do it. I'd fly to the moon with you if you asked me to." He pulls Harry into his arms.

Niall utters the word "whipped" in between fake coughs. Louis throws Harry's pillow at him.