Is That You, Louis?- Larry AU-

5. Half a Heart

DON'T SKIP OVER THE NOTE, PLEASE. 

A/N: Another update, I REALLY want to know what you guys think about this? Like, what do you expect to happen in the next few chapters? Also, are you guys even liking this? I get no comments, i get the votes but not anything saying exactly how they felt about this chapter. Maybe, just maybe it can help me with updating. 

Anyways, thanks to whomever entered this story into the 1D Bromance Awards, it means alot! So, when voting opens, don't forget to vote for your favorite story, I have three others in the competition, so I am not making you vote for me, just vote for YOUR favorite. 

~Hunter xx.

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Harry POV

A few weeks went by since the day at the piano and I’ve learned a lot about playing. I may not know exactly what to do with some of the notes and I may not even know how to read everything yet, but I’m getting there.

Every time that we sit down at the piano and Lou starts to teach me how to sight read, the emotions in him change. He smiles brighter and the crinkles in the corners of his eyes are more defined when his smile is bigger. When Lou’s smile is bigger, than I genuinely know that he’s truly happy. He always said that smiles are brighter when someone is truly happy with their life.

I was looking at him as he was writing down notes for a new song that he was writing. He was tapping the pencil on the wood of the piano and his eyes would shine when he got a good idea for the next line. He mumbled something under his breath and then proceeded to chew on the eraser of the pencil.

Finally after a bit more of him mouthing words, he turned his head and looked to me, “What?”

“Nothing, just watching.”

“Well, stop staring you’re making me nervous. I need this to be written by tomorrow and I still need the hook to make the chorus flow a bit more smoother throughout the song.”

“Can I help?” Louis hands me the pencil and look at the lyrics. I cross out some stuff and add things in, Louis is watching me as I write down word after word. As soon as I fixed it, I came up with the best hook. I place the pencil on the top of the piano and push the paper in front of Louis.

The title of the song, Half a Heart, was scrawled quickly on to the top of the page. I watched as Louis looked at the song and then turned to me, “Well, you’re are a genius, you literally wrote what I have been trying to do for the past week and a half. I love the hook that you added, “And being here without you is like I'm waking up to,” I love it, thank you!” Louis put the music onto the piano and started to get to work with coming up with a melody.

He started to sing the first few lines of the song and the melody started to come to him. My mind slipped into a calm and ready place as the lyrics flowed out of his mouth in synch with the piano playing in the background.

 So your friend's been telling me

You've been sleeping with my sweater

His fingers stopped and he instantly wrote down the notes before he lost it. I watch him doing that for the next twenty minutes until he gets to the very last part of the song.

Without you, without you, half a heart without you

Without you, without you, I'm half a heart without you

He played the melody out a bit more to make the song flow better. He stops his hands on the piano and leaves them there. He turns to me, “So, what do you think?”

“Well, do you want the truth?”

“Of course you idiot.”

“Well, I love it. The girls will definitely swoon over it.” and maybe someone you would least it expect it.

Louis chuckles, but it wasn’t believable like he wanted the message to be different.

**

The rest of the day was spent with just us lounging around the house and just being ourselves like always. The day went by fast and it was soon time for another concert for Louis to have to perform in.

We both took turns in the shower and changing in his room. Louis was wearing the tightest white jeans that I’ve ever seen him in, as well as a purple shirt that made his brown contacts brighter. Looking at my outfit which consisted of all black, he sort of stood out when he was next to me.

The rest of that night was a blur and I could barely hear myself talk with all of the screaming of the girls. Louis even sang the song we had wrote, he told the audience that he shouldn’t be doing this and that if they post it up on the internet there will be consequences.

I watched as he sat down in front of the piano and put the microphone onto the stand. He speaks into it, “This performance is dedicated to a dear friend of mine who helped me with writing this song. So, this is to you!”

He started playing the familiar melody as he started to sing effortlessly like he’s known the song his whole life.

As soon as he was done with the song the screams got louder than ever before. He turns to the crowd and grabs the mic before the drums start to play. He jumps out of the chair and he jumps up in the air and starts to sing another song.

**

“Lou, you were wonderful tonight!” I spoke as we were escorted into the limo. As soon as we sat down he pulled off his wig and messed up my gelled hair to show my curls that he loves so much.

I leans into my side and his eyes start to slip close, “No, don’t go falling asleep on me.”

“But, you’re comfy and warm.” Before I was able to say something he moved to put his head in my lap and was fast asleep. I started to card my fingers through his hair as his breathing evened out. I watched as he peacefully slept on my lap and he looked youthful. He looked like a child when they would fall fast asleep.

The car ride was over and I was trying to wake him up but it didn’t really work as he just groaned. So I had to carry him once again, not that I cared, into the house and up the stairs. I pulled off his shoes and his pants. I had to wake him up because it’s really bad to sleep with contacts in. So, after I slipped on his pajama pants I shook him awake, “Lou, come on open your eyes. I know you’re awake.”

“What?” He spoke groggily.

“You need to take off your contacts before you get them stuck in.”

“Ohh right,” He literally brings his fingers to his eyes and pulls them off. He puts them into my waiting hand and I place them into his container. With in a matter of minutes he was passed out once again. I chuckled lightly before slipping off my clothes and getting in the bed beside him. He instantly curls into my side and I don’t fall asleep until an hour after.