“Hey Haz.” Louis tried carefully, staring at the hollow shell of a boy that stood in front of him, looking back at him dopily. “What do you know, it talks.” He murmured to himself, eyes running up and down Louis’ body to take everything in. “Of course I talk, it’s really me, Harry.” Louis voice came out a bit thick, wondering what was going to happen. Something changed in Harry’s face the moment he realised he wasn’t talking to himself, that he was talking to Louis. The Louis that he was supposed to never see again, the Louis that left three years ago to move on. He was real, in front of him, talking, breathing, being. The Louis that ruined him. Or All Harry really ever wanted was a brother. Sadly, Louis wasn’t aware of that. [Inspired by Kelly Clarkson's 'Because Of You']