Harry and Louis. Styles and Tomlinson. Nerd and jock. Despite being opposites, they were inseparable.
They grew up in the same school district. They were so similar, than they turned thirteen and everything changed. Louis grew to be more popular being on the footie team, gaining more friends, crushes, and even muscle. Harry stayed on the sidelines. Growing quieter, smarter, and more vulnerable.
They blended together again at age sixteen. Curiosity struck them both. Feelings grew. Parties started. Alcohol became known to them. A kiss here and there. But no label.
A hand job here and there. Still nothing but 'curiosity'. Blow jobs and then silence. A year worth of it. Just a drunken mistake one said. The other sobbed into their pillow.
Eighteen, most drastic change yet. Graduation, moving out, dispersing from friends and family. But yet, they meet. Awkward tension suffocating them both. Class after class they meet. Seated, elbow hitting elbow.
Parties and alcohol once again. Drugs joining in the unhealthy mix. Kiss, snog, sex. "Just a mistake, it meant nothing."
Silence, tension, ignorance. Both know it so very well. Kiss, snog, sex. "It never happened, you can't prove anything." But he could.
Girlfriend. No sparks. Kissing him. Sparks fly.
Third night of sex, still no label besides 'fuck buddy'. Girlfriend left in the dark.
Broken hearts, stories told, truths out. Ex-girlfriend.
Sad faces, shattered eyes, shaky hands. Touches so innocent, yet so intimate. Fucking turns to loving. For one. Second clueless and ignorant.
"Be my boyfriend." Label set.
Sex, just sex one kept thinking.
"I love you." The other spoke.
Fight after fight. Girl after girl. Smoke after smoke.
"I love you too." Slurred the man.
Sex. Drugs. Alcohol. Love. Hated.
Waking up to females instead of males. Nameless girls instead of labeled boyfriend. Fight beginning. Hatred is spoke.
Pasted out before eight at night. Cleaning till one in the morning.
Was the love ever shown?
Friends leave, girls leave, families unspoken to. Just the two left. Will they last?
They were never meant to. One falsely loved, the other pity.
Teens turned to twenties. Love never shown through the darkness.
They separate. Months upon months, no one spoke. "We only need time" one spoke. The other scoffed. They need an infinite amount of time.
Twenty-two. They meet once again. One CEO other teacher. Sparks. Untruthful sparks. They kiss.
They knew then, what they were doing was wrong and unhealthy. Did they care? Not one bit.
Kissing turned to snogging. Snogging turned to sex. "We just did that."
Boyfriend. Girlfriend. Them separate. Other lovers. They loose touch.
Many years pass. Many moments past.
Forty-five. Year were everyone dreads their ages, kept hidden from everyone.
They meet. In a bakery. Cups of tea and biscuits. They talk. Both lives happy. Laughs are shared about their foolish acts.
"I actually want to ask you something."
"Go on."
"What were your lies to me?"
"Ah, well, you'll have to guess. We both were quite good liars."
"Yes, yes we were."
They leave. More years pass. Marriages are started. Kids are grown.
Eighty-eight. Once again they meet. In a nursing home, spouses met by death.
"Ah the good old days." They reminisced.
"How many lies did we tell?"
"Too many to count."
"Do you remember your biggest lies?"
"Yes, and you?"
"Of course. Best lies I've ever told, I must say."
They laugh.
"I can count 2 of my most spoken."
"As can I."
"We also had one in common, did we not?"
"Yes, I can recall."
They smile. They kiss. They say goodbye.
Two weeks apart, they're both gone. But not forgotten. Families, friends, old girlfriends and boyfriends all visit after death. They're lives changed forever. Them known to just how strange the two were. They smiles through heavy tears. The two never forgotten.
