Louis writes a love letter to Harry after they break up, his beautiful words lead to Harry writing a song dedicated to him, with his words inspiring the lyrics.
Imagine you are Harry reading the letter.
This is just a fan fiction!
I remember your beautiful long locks slowly caressing my face as we laid in pure bliss on your bed. My head was on your hard stomach and our eyes danced with each other like seaweed dances in the ocean. Your eyes told a thousand stories that day, like a stormy sea. The patterns swirled into a beautiful mix of emerald and sage. They captivated me and I was lost in their beauty. Delicate lashes lined your eyes, giving you a feminine feel that I have always loved. They're our colors, blue and green, they will always be.
Our fingers were intertwining, your warm skin tracing patterns on my hands. The sharp coldness of the rings I gave you making the butterflies flutter in my stomach. A simple thing like your touch setting my body on fire, how I crave the burn again. But my heart is burnt. She's now caressing you with her magic touch, its her not me. We had so much passion and heat but all I can think about is her under your bed-sheets.
The distant memory of your fingers grazing my arm as I try to feel your touch, a touch I need but don't get anymore. The index finger of your right hand would always slowly outline my '28' tattoo and shivers would run down my spine knowing what we were both thinking about. Occasionally, you were oblivious, I would steal a glance at you while this happened. Your eyes would be the first thing to captivate me.
However, I would always notice how perfect you were.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I hate to admit it but I would always look at myself after and wonder what you saw in me. Every time I see her, my heart pains because I want everything she has. She looks good with you, I know I never did. Not only does she have that, but she has the one thing in this messed up world that keeps my heart beating. I've told you before that you saved me and it's true. It's you and it always will be.
The ache I have to taste your lips just one more time is immense. The delicate shape of them that perfectly envelope into mine. Your upper lip was always plumper with a prominent cupids bow that I would find myself tracing delicately with my finger. They would slightly part when you were concentrating and would stretchy to the biggest smile when you laughed. It defiantly was my favorite emotion on you. I want to taste her lips, because I know that they taste like you.
I pass people in the street and get reminded of your scent. Your fragrance reminds me of home but know I can only smell her on you. You smelt like a crisp winter morning mixed with cool, minty-fresh. I long for it to be present in my life again. She is probably your favorite scent now but you will always be mine. I want to drown myself in a bottle of her perfume so you will notice me again.
I don't get any sleep and I don't get any peace. All I can think about is how much I need you and miss you. I lie awake remembering all our memories. How badly I must have messed up for you to stop loving me the way you did. Every time I close my eyes I think back to the last time we fell asleep consumed in each other. You wrapped your strong arms around my small body, holding me like you never wanted me to leave. I know now that I wasn't the one that would go. You were.
Your voice rings in my head every day, constantly reminding me of the pain I feel at any mention of you. I have the reminder all day because I can never get you off my mind. I can never get her off my mind. She has everything I have always loved and she doesn't realize how lucky she is. I have what's known as a 'Girl Crush.' I've got it real bad and it's not ever going to slow down. It won't until we are back in each others arms.
