-This is my very first One Shot so try to be easy on me! I heard this song the other day and I dunno, I came up with this idea. I hope you guys enjoy and please, tell me what you think!! :)-
Sleeping alone is something Harry hasn't done in awhile. The bed is colder and more lonely then he ever imagined it would be. Because of this, Harry is having a hard time getting some sleep. But it's not only because of that. It's the fact that tomorrow is the first interview where he has to announce his and Louis' break up.
Just the sound of it makes him want to burst out in tears. It makes him want to throw shit around and scream at the top of his lungs. It makes him want to break things just like Louis broke him. Just like how Louis broke his heart into a million pieces, threw it in a blender and then poured it down the drain.
Harry promised himself it wouldn't hurt this bad. He would just swallow it down and get over it, just like every other break up he's ever gone through in his life. He promised himself he wouldn't miss Louis. Not one bit. He promised himself he wouldn't care. Not even a little. He promised himself he wouldn't be scared. Not for a moment. And in the end, it was almost like he was never there.
Suppose that I missed you
Suppose that I care
And suppose that I spent all my nights running scared
And suppose that I was never there
Harry knows he's lying to himself. He missed Louis. There's no denying it. And he does care. Still. And nothing is going to change that, because Louis is Louis. And yes, he definitely is scared. He's scared of what will happen to him now that he doesn't have Louis by his side anymore. He's scared shitless that he won't even be able to keep Louis as a friend. And the one thing he's most scared of, is never seeing Louis again.
The thought sends an uneasy feeling down Harry's spine. Never seeing Louis again? He'd never be able to handle it. He goes mental not seeing Louis everyday. Louis is his everything and that's how it will always be, No matter what.
And my eyes are screaming for a sight of you
And tonight I'm dreaming of all the things that we've been through
And I can't hold on to you
So I guess I'll be lonely too
Harry itches to see Louis again. He wants his eyes to wonder up from his little feet to his perfect muscular legs, then up to his hips that lead to his perfect little stomach. And he knows Louis hates how he's got a belly, but Harry finds it the most attractive thing about him. He wants his eyes to wonder from his stomach to his toned chest, leading to his muscular arms that Harry admires. The last thing he would see is Louis' bright ocean-like eyes. Oh, Harry could get lost in those eyes. Those eyes that always looked at him with a loving, passionate look. Of course, Louis would have to look up, but Harry always found Louis' small size to be so cute and adorable. Although, Louis hated the fact that he was small.
Harry lets out a small whimper. He knows he can't hold on to Louis forever. It would drive him insane. Louis drives him insane already, but now that he's gone? He's long gone from sanity. Louis left him in the dust over something so simple, so Harry has to get used to the fact that he's alone. And nothing will change that.
Suppose we were happy
Suppose it was true
And suppose there were cold nights
But we somehow made it through
And suppose that I'm nothing without you
Harry and Louis were very happy. They were together, and joyful; so full of wonder. They were so...in love. Even when they had their bad nights, they always found a way around it and they were happy once more. Harry knows he is nothing without Louis. It's always been, 'Louis and Harry.' Or, 'Harry and Louis.' Sometimes even things like, 'Boobear and Hazza!' There was nothing that could separate them. They were connected at the hip and everyone knew if you talked about one, you had to talk about the other. That's just how it was.
My eyes are screaming for a sight of you
And tonight I'm dreaming of all the things that we've been through
And I can't hold on to you
So I guess I'll be lonely too
Slow way down
This break down is eating me alive
And I'm tired
This fire is fighting to survive
Harry can't stand the fact that Louis is gone. And he just wants to scream on television how much he loves him and scream about how they could work everything out like that did before. But he knows he can't do that. He doesn't want to hurt Louis in that way. He had hurt him enough and he doesn't need to do more damage then he already has.
Harry's tired, he knows. But sleep doesn't come and Louis won't go. Louis is all that runs through his mind and it's driving him up the wall. He hates this so, so much and he wishes he could do something about it. Anything.
Tell me a secret (I want it)
Tell me a story (I need it)
I'll listen intensively
I'll stay awake all night
Harry would do anything just to get Louis back. He loved Louis with all his heart and nothing in this world or even this universe could change that. Louis was his and the more he thought about it the more he wanted to run out of his flat and run to Louis. Though, he doesn't think it would do him any good.
All I need is a whisper (So don't leave)
There's nothing left in me (Please help me)
Not even my body is strong enough to fight (Let's make this right)
Please help me make this right
All Harry needed was Louis. He just wanted to make everything right between them. That's why Harry jumped and nearly fell out of bed when his bedroom door slammed opened. He looked at the door wide-eyed and nearly cried with relief when he saw Louis standing there, panting for air. His hair was sticking up in all directions and he was shirtless. Tears were streaming down his face and he looked so small and fragile.
"Harry..." Louis croaked out.
Suppose that I was wrong
Suppose you were here
And suppose that I reached out and caught your tears
And suppose this fight just disappeared
"Oh god, Lou." Harry barely said above a whisper.
Before Harry could even process the thought that Louis was really standing there in the doorway of his bedroom, Louis was on top of him, kissing him to no end, whispering things like, "I'm so sorry" and "I love you so very much" between every kiss.
Harry couldn't believe that he had Louis back in his arms. His eyes said he was there and his body said he felt him, but his mind thought it was playing tricks and was showing what his heart desired.
My eyes are screaming for a sight of you
And tonight I'm dreaming of all the things that we've been through
And I can't hold on to you
So I guess I'll be lonely too
Louis finally pulled away, stopping his kisses, and looked Harry right in the eyes. His blue ones meeting green ones. "Harry, I am so sorry. I should have never left you for such a stupid reason. Being with you, takes me on a magical trip daily. There's never a dull time when I'm with you, my love. Every second, minute, hour, day spent with you is spent in happiness. I love you so much, I mean, words can't even explain how much I love you. My love for you is infinite. I love you always, baby. You are my best friend as well as my lover, and I do not know which side of you I enjoy the most. I treasure each side, just as I treasure our life together. I don't care what secrets you're keeping from me. They don't matter anymore. All that matters is you and you only. The day I met you, I was alone and confused about how I felt towards myself. You opened my eyes and heart up, and showed me how beautiful life was. Now that I'm with you I couldn't ask for anyone better than you. I love you for the man you are, I love you for the things you do, I love you for the things you say. But most of all I love you because you love me for the man I am for the things I do and for the things I say. I love you. I just love you." Louis rambled.
Louis then showered Harry with kisses and when he pulled back, Harry was still speechless. He didn't really didn't know what to say. He couldn't believe Louis was here, he could believe Louis was kissing him and most of all he could believe what Louis just said.
"Please, Harry. Say something. Anything at all."
Harry just smiled. "Do you want to know my secret? I love you. That's my secret. No hearts, no pretty drawings. No poems or cryptic messages...I love you. I will love you always. When this brown hair is white, I will still love you. When the smooth softness of youth is replaced by the delicate softness of age, I will still want to touch your skin. When your face is full of the lines of every smile you have ever smiled, of every surprise I have seen flash through your eyes, when every tear you have ever cried has left its mark upon your face, I will treasure you all the more, because I was there to see it all. I will share your life with you, and I will love you until the last breath leaves your body or mine."
Louis smiled brightly and Harry almost cried because it had been so long since he'd seen it. Louis gently pushes Harry down and cuddled into his side, with arms around his waist and his own around Harry.
"I love you." Louis whispered.
"I love you too." Harry replied.
"To the moon and back."
"To infinity and beyond."
"Forever..."
"...and always."
But I'd rather be here with you...