midnight

He squinted his eyes slightly, but he still didn't recognise the person, that was until they turned to look directly at the peephole, giving Harry the perfect view.

Holy shit.

It was Louis.

Harry instantly unlocked the door, swinging it open to reveal the man he had loved since he was sixteen.

"Louis," he spoke softly, unsure if his words would even be heard by the latter.

"I'm sorry I'm late."

Or

Tomorrow is Harry's birthday. His 28th birthday. He plans to spend it alone until Louis shows up at his door for the first time since they broke up.