love will tear us apart

17. weakness

My castle crumbled over night, I brought a knife to a gun fight

They took the crown but it's alright.

All the drama queens taking swings, all the jokers dressing up as kings.

They fade to nothing when I look at him.

I'm laughing with my lover making forts under covers,

Trust him like a brother yeah, you know I did one thing right.

My baby's fit like a daydream walking with his head down,

I'm the one he's walking to.

Louis and Harry sit on the windowsill in the tower, facing each other with their backs against the stone walls on either side, caging them in.

One of Louis' legs hangs down outside, Harry has his own folded underneath himself. Louis has his acoustic guitar over his thighs, playing him another song on Harry's insisting. His journal with the lyrics and notes is between them, the golden rays of sunshine shining onto it.

"I want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck, chain round my neck" Louis sings softly, smiling at Harry. "Not because he owns me, but cause he really knows me"

Harry smiles back, turning his head to look out of the window, across the green lawn. Louis clearly sees that he's trying to hide his smile, with the way he bites down on his bottom lip and his dimple betrays him a little.

"You don't need to save me" Louis sings, playing the strings of his favourite acoustic guitar softly. "But would you run away with me?"

Harry scrunches his nose up cutely. He takes Louis' songwriting journal and the pen from him, scribbling something down next to the lyrics. When he turns it around and holds it up for Louis to read, his singing is interrupted by a breathy laugh.

Yes.

It's golden. Amanda was right. While scarlet is fun, passionate and hot, golden is better. Golden is good for the heart.

"That's a really nice song" Harry says when Louis finished, clapping for him. "Are you going to put it on the next album?"

"No" Louis sighs and leans back. "Put too much king stuff into it, and my fans are smart people, they would catch on immediately. Besides, the male pronouns are a no-go. Matt would never let me release that. But" He raises one index when Harry already starts pouting. "I have this really nice friend, I sent it to her and she said she would love to put it on her album. We're going to pretend that it's hers"

Harry crosses his arms in front of his chest and sticks his bottom lip out. "But it's yours" 

"Yes" Louis mumbles and crawls forward to straddle Harry. It's dangerous, doing stuff like this, but Harry stopped complaining about sitting on the windowsill a while ago. They've done more dangerous stunts on here. "And we know that it's mine. That's all that matters"

Harry smiles up at him, his hands sprawling over the small of Louis' back. "You're right"

"Besides" Louis tilts his head to the side, smiling wider. "My producers are good lads, I could ask them if I could record it, and I'll send it to you"

Harry hums with a wide smile. "Only for me?"

"Only for you" Louis confirms with a nod. "Its about you either way, there's no point in anybody else listening to it in the first place"

"I really like that" Harry murmurs, leaning in to kiss Louis softly. "And I want to thank you for what you did yesterday. Helping me with all these responsibilities and... with the dresses"