Tunes | Harry Styles

After Tour

How could something so beautiful drift away? Or worse, drown, and impossible to save. 

After Harry and Louisa's last encounter, they left it on god's hands. In hopes things will bring them back together by fate, just like how they met for the first time. Promises faded like its purpose to be broken. 

Just like the Paris lock Harry promised her, and the promises they've drawn"together through life". They never thought anything could be as strong as their love, but their stubbornness did its job. Their colours unfolded instead of their clothes, their memories formed into history than a sequel. 

Harry knew this was bound to happen, because he is selfish. Louisa in the other hand, didn't expect this to be led too far. Two lovers, different perspectives. One thing was certain, they were both in love with one another. 

We all knew that by now. 

We all knew their story was meant to start this way, 

But was it meant to end without their love. 

Harry promised himself that after tour, he'd have the time to finally let her in. To confess his feelings. To try. To make her, his. 

He've lost her, what's the worse that could happen when he does confess now?

Louisa wasn't sure where she was gonna go after this. To her mother, to him, alone? For a woman who is never alone, she certainly had nowhere to stay. 

Louisa knew she couldn't just leave. She has signed a contract, she has a committed job. She knew she eventually she had to be with Harry for Harry's House album. She knew she had to forgive. 

She still loved him, that it was merely impossible to just let go. 

Louisa

"Let's gooooo!" All of the band, crews, and team cheered as Harry stands up on the table, blushing and smiling. We all were celebrating the after tour. A bittersweet feeling, at least for me. Everyone looking forward to rest, and go home to their families. Not for me, at least. I had work to do still, and that were the album. Same goes for the rest of the band. 

"Give us a speech, Harold!" Sarah snorts, sipping her drink. I stood hidden by the corner, still trying to get over my sentiments. I wasn't upset at Harry, but I was finding space to forgive myself. I knew I was being so hard on myself and my feelings, I had regrets of letting him go and keeping him away. 

But then again, till where can my heart lead? And how much can I just take in. 

A doomed love story that hasn't even begun. 

"First things first, I'd like to thank every each and one of you, truly", He places his palm on his heart, smiling from ear to ear. "This has been a journey, we've had challenges here and there. But you all are my backbone I fall into, mistakes or without, my lowest points or not, all of you are the reason I get to do what I love. I wouldn't be able to do all of this without you all..." The room turned silent as he spoke, eyes searching the room. 

Finally, his eyes finds mine in the crowded room like magnets. "And to Louisa..." He raises his glass, everyone doing the same. His eyes glued on mine. "You were the real star of every show, thank you." 

Then there it is, my heart fluttering and running my blood once again. 

A smile creeps my lips, nodding at him. Everyone cheers, finishing their drink and hugging one another in celebration. I was happy, genuinely, even though emptiness creeped up in me like a vase longing for a bouquet. 

I walk out to the terrace, taking in the view. After all my feelings for him, I still felt grateful. Happy, and intact. I found my true beginning, and where I truly belong. That was what I was looking for. A cloth gets draped over my shoulders, making my heart skip a second. 

I shut my eyes for a second, taking in the memories where I always found him in the terrace and draping a coat over his shoulders - fearing he'd slip away from warmth. "Thinking?" He muttered behind me. I finally opened my eyes, looking over my shoulder slightly. 

There he is. 

The Harry I knew. 

He softly comes beside me, leaning his arms on the railing, elbow brushing my arm. "When am I not thinking?" I chuckle softly, looking away. "I tend to wonder where your mind leads you..." He whispers. "Well..." I sigh, looking at my hands.  

"Leads you somewhere, huh?" He murmurs. 

My eyes snap to his at his words. He didn't have to say anything further, his eyes did the talking.  "Louisa..." His hands reaches mine, the cool rings on his hands sending signals up my spine. "I am sorry." He says. My eyes trail over his features, as though I were memorising him for a prayer. 

My heart swells like pressure, about to burst me to bits of thin air. My head softly shook, gripping his hands. How I have missed him. All I could think about were the times we've spent. It was worth something than grudges. Why are we so quick to focus on one bad thing, when there were more fond memories. 

"Harry..." I slowly started to speak. 

"Don't say anything else, please."

"Harry, I-" 

"Don't..."

His palm hides away my cheek, bringing me into his arms. I inhaled sharply. Was it pain? Was it love? Was it sentiments? 

It was relief. 

He didn't felt foreign like I thought he would be once I folded into his arms again. I gripped his arms, digging my face into his chest to hide and in hopes to disappear all the heavy agony I have felt during this tour. 

"You promised to meet me in the hallway, and you never came..." Tears flew my eyes in defeat, pooling up an empty pool, melting away like wax. All of the feelings I hid, came rushing down like lightning, striking me to tears. 

"Let's not talk about it, you know it's something we don't do," He murmurs, lips landing on my temple. 

"We're gonna go home, and we'll work it out. I've gotta get better. For you. And I promise, I won't put my selfishness ahead. Whatever it is you're going through, I'll be there. Like how you've been there for me in times I didn't need to ask you." 

"We'll work it out..." He rubs my back, squeezing me softly. 

"I am sorry for pushing you away..." I whispered, choking up. All of the words I've imagined in my sleep to tell him, slipping away like a dream. 

"I'm sure you had your reasons, Louisa." 

Harry

I creased her hair, swaying us slowly to calm her down. The world really disappears when the love of your life is in your arms. With all the unfortunate things that's happening in this world, no words can define the love that aches you when you're in love. 

Slowly but quietly, I started singing a song to her I have secretly been writing for the new album.

"Baby, you were the love of my life

Maybe you don't know it's lost 'til you find it 

It's not what I wanted to leave you behind 

Don't know where you'll land when you fly 

But baby, you were the love of my life"

I've wrote it for her. 

I feel her lips form into a smile against my lips. "That's beautiful", her soft voice mumbles. 

I look down at her, her eyes slowly peering up at me. "You know what?" I asked her. 

"What?" 

"You showed me a power that's strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days."