Third Person POV

It had been three weeks since Harry turned back time to change Louis' life around. He hadn't seen any consequences yet, at least not around him. The only person who seemed to be affected was himself as he had to deal with the loss of the one he loved. He never imagined it would be so painful to fall in love

Without Louis, his life went back to normal – well, normal before Louis. The morning rain began to transpire its droplets on his face as he woke up in front of the Greek Fraternity House. After a night out with Niall and Olivia, he promised them he would be right back after he got some fresh air, but he never returned. Instead, he laid on the grass and counted the stars – wondering when this heartache was going to go away.

Wiping his face with his hands, he realized he was laying on top of the wet morning dew. Grumbling to himself, he stood up and stumbled his way into the frat house. It didn't go without notice that Justin was pointing and laughing at the previously unknown vomit lingering on Harry's shirt.

"Gross!" He exclaimed as he made his way into the bathroom and threw his shirt in the hamper. About to step in the shower, he noticed that Niall was passed out again. Though he tried to be a good friend, Niall just wouldn't wake up which led him to have to use the sprayer.

"What the fuck?" Niall jumped to his feet. "Harry... Do you know how long it takes to make it stand up like this? The amount of product I have to use?!" He rushes over to the mirror and runs a hand through his hair. "FUCK"

Harry laughed softly. He wanted to cackle but his head hurt too much for that. Post drunken nights were always terrible. "Well dude, you should stop sleeping in the bathtub. You have a room, you know!"

Niall flipped him off before exiting the bathroom. Listening, Harry heard him close his door momentarily and then a loud thud. Without even looking, he knew that Niall was throwing someone out of his room, so he could go back to bed.

Worrying about Olivia, Harry sent her a text only to learn she was safe and sound in her own dorm, about to head to class. Content with the answer, he began to strip down his clothes and get into the shower. His senses began to fill with oatmeal and lavender, making him feel a melancholy.

Louis always smelled like tobacco and Burberry, he thought. It was the best thing I ever did was leave his family my grandmother's house to live in. His mother never had to marry that douchebag and Cheshire is only about an hour from Doncaster, allowing him to be close to his family home. Of course, Louis will never remember me or know it was me who contacted his Mother's employer about a potential Nanny position in Cheshire with free housing, via my grandmother's inheritance. He needed not to know.

As he turned off the shower, not sure if it his face was wet from the shower or the random tears that randomly fell these days, a sense of déjà vu hit him as he was greeted with someone from Omega Psi Chi in his floor. As he talked to the attractive man, he remembered having this conversation before. It was Zayn Malik, who fooled around with his boy-friend in Harry's bedroom floor and he'd see him around.

"What the fuck?!" Harry thought to himself. "I didn't make time start again on this Wednesday. I must be losing it!" He exclaimed to himself, collapsing on his bed to go to sleep.

When he woke up, it was evening, and he decided to take an Uber to East Main, one of the regalest parts of town. He knew he probably shouldn't drink again so early, but he could hardly endure the emptiness anymore. As much as he tried to escape the memories of Louis, the more they seemed to whirl in his mind. The more he tried to forget the stunning blue eyes, the more they appeared to haunt him.

He decided to dance the night away at Nautical Twilight. He felt like he had been here before, another feeling of déjà vu without rhyme or reason.

"Tonic and gin, please," he requested at the bar.

He could see the different types of people that bars attracted. Everyone was here for their own purpose. Some were trying to get attention by any means necessary while others wanted to flirt, some wanted to forget, then there was Harry who just wanted to escape for a minute. Sure, he could live with this knowing that Louis would never have to escort and sell himself and his body ever again, but what if his life was worse? It was the not knowing that got to him.

"Fuck, this is so lame!" He huffed as he took another shot. "I'm out." He said to no one as he placed money for his ab on the bar table.

He walked out of the club, trying to keep his composure, his balance, his emotions in check. The thoughts swirled around his head and as the alcohol began to kick in, he realized how out of control he had become mentally. Though he was able to attend his classes, he couldn't seem to find anything that made him happy – not anymore.

He walked down the street, his head hanging low. The city lights illuminated the path that would take him back to his fraternity. Though he could see the path in front of him, his vision was clouded with thoughts.

"Oh shit, sorry! Harry said as his reflexes spoke before he could use his manners.

Oh my gosh. It can't be. It can't be!

Harry paused time, trying to hold back his tears and excitement that was seeping out of his body.

I never thought I'd see those eyes again, and here they are, frozen: looking at me indefinitely. I missed you, Louis. I missed you so much. You won't know who I am, but I'll never forget you.

Unpausing time, he reached out his hand to offer help to Louis.

"I'm so sorry, must've had one too many!" Harry tried to hold back the smile that was trying to emerge on his face. He recalled this scene, he had been here before, even though weeks have passed.

"I can see that...." Louis smirked taking his hand, allowing Harry to help him on his feet. He began to walk down the street, but Harry tried to job behind him, tapping him on the shoulder.

"I'm so sorry.... I've kind of had too many if you can't tell...and am having trouble getting back to campus.... can you help me?" He blushed.

Louis looked him up and down, licking his licks. "Yeah, I can see that. It must be your lucky tonight because I was heading back to campus myself. Which dorm do you live in?"

Harry began to follow Louis, conflicted how much physical contact he could have with him. He was fighting back the urge to push him against a lamppost and kissing him until they couldn't breathe.

"Oh, I'm in a fraternity, Phi Gamma Delta," he shrugged. "And yeah, I know, I could've gotten drunk on campus, but it gets old."

Nodding, Louis wrapped his around Harry's waist, trying to help him stay steady as they walked down the street. "It does get a quite redundant, huh? I am in a frat myself, Delta Lambda Phi. You heard of it?"

Harry tried to act surprised. "I have. They had a lot of LGBTQ advocacy. We don't consider them a rival frat; more of an allegiance. Your frat is on the same block as mine." He began to ramble as Louis chuckled softly, quietly listening as they made their way back to campus.

"So, I guess you made it here safely," Louis said as he walked Harry to his porch.

"Let me take you out!" Harry bravely exclaimed, just like the first night he met him. "I mean...I'd love to get to know you...and fuck, I'm drunk. I'm sorry." He blushed.

What if Louis doesn't even like me now? What if I'm not his type? What if he is already spoken for?

"Well, I happen to think you're an adorable drunk....and you can take me out...."

"Harry...." Harry coughed, remembering he forgot to introduce himself.

"Louis," he smiled. "I think the name suits you. Love the curls," he said running his fingers through Harry's hair.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow at the fountain in the middle of campus at 10:00 pm sharp. Dress causal, oaky?" Harry smiled as he looked deep into Louis' eyes, trying to not get emotional. He realized that Louis was gazing back, just as intense.

"I feel like I know you. Have we had class before?" Louis asked bashfully, playing with his fingers.

"I don't think so. I would've remembered someone so attractive," Harry coyly admitted. "For sure."

"10:00 pm sharp," Louis changed the subject. "I bid you ado till' then. Night."

Harry sighed, turning on his heel. He made his way into the frat house, stopping at the kitchen to get a bottle of water.

"Harry, wait!" Niall called after him. "Did you get laid or something? Haven't seen those dimples in a while!"

"Something like that," Harry giggled. "I found something I've been missing."

"I am so glad, Lad. Wanna watch television in your room? I'll sleep on the futon," Niall suggested.

"Of course, but I'll probably pass out soon," He chuckled.

"Me too! Olivia and I had a bottle of wine...do you think she likes me?" Niall asked hopefully.

"I think.... well just follow me to my room," Harry guided him. How would he tell his best-friend that his other best-friend was promiscuous and wasn't ready to settle down? How would he explain that even though Niall was more than enough, Olivia had issues that were skin deep without hurting him? "I think she does like you but she's going through some stuff, you know?"

Niall pulled the covers up to his chin. "Yeah, I know. I am thinking about giving up on her. There's this other girl I've kind of been interested in but haven't fully tried anything because of Liv but I've noticed she just isn't that into me." He shrugged. "More fish in the sea."

"Sometimes, there is only one fish for everyone," Harry smiled, remembering the blue eyes that he reconnected with tonight.