what type of rock is a really good friend
rocks will be your only friends if you ever use this joke
Eleanor’s friends are chatting with her and laughing and Louis’ just standing there, eyes fixed on nothing.
“Louis, Louis, are you okay?” Eleanor shakes his shoulder a bit. When Louis turns to her, she doesn’t need anything more. “Harry”
Louis nods. It’s always Harry. The reason he smiles, the reason he breathes, the reason he’s doing all of this. Harry and only Harry.
“He knows” she states, simply. “He knows you love him” she adds, smiling sweetly at him.
“What if he doesn’t?” he bites the insides of his cheek, feeling his heart break just by the mere thought of it.
“You remind him, then, until he does” Eleanor says as a matter of fact
“Words mean nothing, Eleanor. I need to show him” Louis’ head falls, eyes focusing on his lap.
“You show him every day, Louis. You’re fighting just as much as he is. You’re doing this” she signals their surroundings “for him, for both of you” Eleanor smiles and puts her fingers on Louis’ lips’ corners to make them lift.
“But he only sees it from the outside and I know it hurts him”
“One day the fight will be over” she pats his back, comforting.
“I know. It’s just—That day seems so far from now” Louis sighs, defeated. He imagines Harry, lonely in a hotel room and it tears his insides.
“You’re strong enough to wait. Both of you are” Louis smiles at her, finally, thankful for everything she’s doing for him
“Thank you” Louis says
“Picture! Picture!” someone says and Louis’ just so happy, he feels so hopeful thinking about that day Eleanor was talking about… A flash blinds him. Oh, they took the picture.
A few minutes after, the picture’s already on Twitter and there are Larry shippers crying over it. Louis checks Harry’s mentions and his heart threatens to leave his chest.
“Now, go and phone him before this breaks him” Eleanor tells Louis and he nods.
He takes his phone and lets it ring. And ring, and ring. Maybe Harry hasn’t seen it yet?
“Hey” Harry tries to make his voice sound less broken and more sleepy, but he can’t hide this things to Louis.
“It’s you I love” Louis says instead of a simple ‘hello’. It’s the first thing that came to his mind, it’s what he needs Harry to know.
“She’s my friend. She’ll never be you” he remembers the conversation with her and he smiles. She’s quite supportive, actually.
“No, you don’t, Harry. I can feel your tears from here” and it’s true. Harry’s feelings flow through the line and Louis has to restrain himself from crying.
“I don’t want you to, God, we shouldn’t be through this. I should be there with you, cuddling in bed or just watching you sleep. Not here”
“But you look happy” that breaks Louis. He looked happy, yeah he did. But it was him he was thinking about. He was thinking about their future together. Their “wouldn’t it be nice”
“I got used to it, Harry. It’s different. I have to hang out with her. I have to”
“I’d rather be kissing you right now” he bites his lips and pictures it. He on his tiptoes to catch Harry’s lips with his. Sweet but desperate, slow but passionate.
“I miss you , babycakes” he rephrases one of his tweets. He knows Harry loves this one and he wanted to remind him of that time when they didn’t have to hide.
“I miss you too, sweetcheeks” Louis feels Harry smiling and that’s enough for him “I’m sorry, I’m just stupid”
“Don’t say that. You’re not, you’re just scared. You don’t have to be, though. I’m yours, Harry. God, I’m yours, heart and soul” Louis almost giggles at himself. How sappy to quote Becoming Jane.
“I’m yours” Harry whispers and Louis’ breath catches in his throat
“I can’t wait to go back home” Louis mutters, biting his bottom lip
“But, Louis, you’re there, you’re at home” Harry’s confused but Louis smile just widens
“You’re wrong, Harry. You’re the only place I’ve ever called my home” Louis lets the words sink in before he says “I love you” and hangs up.
When the call is over, his fingers go straight to the tattoo in his arm, caressing it. “Home” he mutters, dreamily. “Always my home”.