harrys eyes slowly opened, blinking as the harsh lights shine in to his eyes. The room looks the same as his and louis' but somehow very different. He isn't 100% sure where he is.
He tries to blink away the burriness, so he could figure out where he is or if this was just some crazy, realstic dream.
After blinking for a couple of minutes, he realises a figure of a perosn is standing at the end of the room, back facing the opposite way.
"louis?" he asks, his voice breaking like he hadn't used it for weeks
The figure, who was still kind of a blur due to harry not being used to the lights, turned around quickly, harry to make out a wide smile on the figures face.
"h-harry?" the voice whimpers
harry takes a few moments as he reconises the voice
"niall?"