Boundless •L.S•

Not that bad...|8

It doesn't take long for Louis to actually finish the whole song as if he had his last push to actually write something.

He likes the song but that's always because he wrote and worked on it, that's why he always tends to ask his mates what they think but they always say that it's awesome as always, Louis chuckles at the thought, it's not as helpful as he'd like to find ot but Nial and Liam just call him mad for even questioning such a thing.

As Louis is about to start playing the tune in the piano somebody enters the room making Louis look behind him just to find a certain Curly haired man that he just has learned to adore, yeah, no, not so much.

Harry.

He doesn't speak he just sits in the single armchair in the room and looks at Louis who raises an eyebrow.

"What?" Louis asks but as expected he gets no answer so he sighs and looks at the piano and just starts playing, his hands moving in their own accord as he sings the verses of the song, his eyes slowly closing as each word just rolls off his tounge.

Normally Louis doesn't tend to make these slow paced songs but this ones for his mom.

As the lad plays and each word keeps on being sang delicately, put into a song, a tear runs down his cheek.

Silent tears slide down as he thinks about all the thigs he could have done for and with his mom, all the good memories they could have shared.

Louis hates thinking about all the hard times he has put his mom through and yet now it's too late to even think of apologising nevermind doing everything he should have done but didn't get to do.

He hates everything that he has done wrong and most of all he hates that he doesn't have his mom to reassure him that everything is alright- somehow even though he knows that he is not alone, he feels as if he is.

He misses his mom and he doesn't even want to accept such a thing so he can act as if she hasn't left yet.

"We'll end just like we started
Just you and me and no one else
I will hold you where my heart is
One life for the two of us." And the moment he sings the last verses he let's a sob escape his lips, looking down.

The room now is silent, only Louis' sniffles and Harry's calm breathing being heared in the room- Louis doesn't dare to look up somehow for some unknown reason he just doesn't want to see Harry's face neither does he want to acknowelge his gaze on Louis.

No- Louis isn't ashamed of course not, why should he be? After all he has lost his mother, the only woman he has ever learned to truly love.

But somehow Harry manages to make Louis Tomlinson nervous in a way that Louis can't even explain- it's not bad, but he definitely doesn't like it.

Soon though the blue eyed lad comes to realize that Harry isn't a big fan of talking and so curiosity takes the best of Louis and he looks up.

He looks up just to find Harry staring at him with this unreadable expression on his face.

Louis shakes his head as he wipes his tears away and chuckles dryly, "Sorry about that." He mutters and mentally flips himself off when his voice breaks.

"Don't be." Harry says flatly before looking at Louis once more this time his eyes holding something true and more genuine but of course Louis couldn't just point his finger at what. "I love your song." Harry mutters before looking away and Louis smiles at that.

"Thank you." Louis manages a grin.

"You better release it..." Harry says and Louis laughs at the younger man's tone.

"For sure!" Somehow, without even as much as smiling Harry managed to brighten Louis mood up. "If you say so then it must mean something."

Harry snorts at that, "Yeah, that's gold coming from someone who I doubt has heard much of my music."

Louis grins at that, not really caring whether he has heard any of Harry's music he's understood much of Harry without having to do so, unlike many other people who might have tried, "Hey! I doubt you have heard much of mine either." Louis acts to be offended making Harry roll his eyes.

"Believe it or not Louis Tomlinson I actually have." Harry says and Louis just grins even more, "blaming Zayn for that though."

And that was it Louis just laughs at that relating to that sentence alone more than anything. "Oh god tell me about it, these two lads really are whipped for each other."

And it wasn't as visible- no it was barely there but Louis could swear that he saw it, he saw that tug of Harry's lips upwards in a barely there smile. Louis saw it and that just made him grin wider.

And so Louis decided, "You know Harry Styles, you're not so bad after all."

"Can't say the same for you." Harry says back but Louis doesn't take it the wrong way- not at all on the contrary just winks at Harry.

"Good, I don't expect anything less."

This in Louis eyes is bonding.

"Do you play?" Louis gestures at the piano and Harry just glances at the instrument before him.

"No."

"That's a lie." Louis rolls his eyes but Harry doesn't say anything and Louis just smirks, "it's ok I'm gonna play for the both of us." He decides.

And right before he starts playing he looks up at Harry with the glint of happiness and content after for once actually feeling alive- Harry wondering how this lad is so happy all the time but he doesn't know a lot about Louis and he certainly doesn't know that he is the reason Louis is geneunly smiling - that being a rare occasion - after Louis' mom death.

"You better choose something Curly or I'm just gonna start playing all the songs from 'Grease' and doubt that you're fan of that."

But it seems that Harry wasn't planning on opening his mouth to speak anytime soon so Louis seems to think of what he can play and suddenly he smirks as he looks down at the black and white keys and then gently puts his hands down on them to start playing something.