Like Ghosts in the Snow
“Louis? Who’s Louis?”An edge of jealousy tinted his question, inexplicably so, considering he’d only first seen Liam thirty minutes ago.They were facing each other, still not quite close enough to touch, leaving Harry to wonder if Liam suspected anything about Harry’s condition.“My boss. Who are you? Are you allowed to be here? Oh god, are you like, living here illegally?” He started talking fifteen times faster than Harry ever would, making it possibly the cutest thing like, ever.Harry let out a laugh unlike any he’d had in the last three years since Lux left, a warm one that echoed slightly, and the usually below freezing temperature in the room rose a bit. Liam noticed.“Are you doing that?”
[The one where Harry's a ghost who doesn't want to cross over, Liam wants to sell the house, Louis understands, and Zayn just wants to make Niall happy.]