Summary:
The thing is, while everyone is moving on, he's still stuck in between now and then, then and Louis. And the saddest part is, Harry can't stop loving Louis, doesn't think he'll ever be able to. Not when Louis is the breath in his lungs, the beat of his heart, the ache in his soul. Harry doesn't think anyone can ever love Louis as much as he's come to love eyes that crinkle around the edges from genuine laughter, hair that flails in all directions, eyes that shine with the radiance of a thousand splendid suns. No one can love Louis as much as Harry loves him. Harry thinks, he thinks he's shouting it out but no one is around long enough to acknowledge it.
Comments:
Didn't know what to feel for this. It just hurts, no questions asked :p
Author:
amazinglylarry
