Too Late To Die Young •larry•
Imagine not knowing your crush's name. Imagine your crush being the nerd, and you the most popular, of the school. Imagine bullying your crush because that was the only way you could "talk" to them without losing your image. Imagine yourself being so foolish. Louis was.
Years later, after they graduated high school, Louis still doesn't know his name. He's lost any form of communication with the boy he loves so much. He doesn't know where he is. He hates himself because he fucked up big time. He hates himself because he shouldn't have forced himself to forget everything about the guy he loves. He blocked it all out, and now he can't find a way around the block.
Or, the one where Louis bullied Harry with words without even knowing his name. Now, three years after high school, he still loves the boy and thinks about him all the time.
"How many nights does it take to count the stars?" Harry asked, startling Louis a bit in the process. Louis looked back to Harry, who held his head high, looking at the stars.
"An endless amount of nights, they are infinity," Louis answered quietly. The breeze ran through Harry's hair, making it lift and fly backward.
"That's the time it would take to fix my heart," Harry said as he looked back at Louis. His eyes still held tears in them, but he was more calm.
"And I would risk my entire life to fix your heart," Louis whispered as his hand tightened around Harry's. If he was the cause of this, he would also be the solution.
I suck at descriptions, sorry. Just take a peek, maybe?