Love is an amazing yet terrifying feeling. And Louis doesn't know how to handle it when Harry says it first.
17 Aug 2017
(i may create a longer version of this soon)
“Don’t you ever just get tired of it all?” Louis asked quietly. Smoke filtered out of his mouth as he spoke before he finally blew what remained out into the early morning air. He watched the small cloud float up into the air and dissipate.
“Tired of what, exactly?” Harry watched Louis’ lips as they sucked in another drag from his cigarette.
The sounds of cars making their way down the street was the only thing breaking the silence between the two. It took a few moments before Louis could speak, his voice flat and full of defeat, “The hiding away. The constant bullshit stories we have to go along with for our ‘image’.” Air quotes were made when he said the word, the fading cigarette still between his fingers. “All of the lies we have to tell people. Does it ever seem worth it to you?”
“You’re worth it.”
“That’s not what I mean, and you know that.”
“Then what do you mean?”
the one where Louis has grown tired of hiding and gets really sad about it, things happen that start to tip him over the edge, so Harry needs to find a way to make sure he keeps Louis by his side. even if it means risking other things.