[N]ext [D]oor [N]eighbour || L.S || - Short story.

||Extra chapter||

"Louis, how was work?"

"It was okay, but I missed my fiancé" was the reply the boy got from his man.

"Awe! I missed you, too!" Harry replied giggly, he wrapped his arms around Louis. He kissed his fiancé's cheek then smiled at him. "Do you want to hear a song I wrote not too long ago?"

"Yes, of course."

The green-eyed boy walked over to the grand piano the two had purchased not too long ago. He sat down on the bench and began to play a tune that went with his song Sign of the times.

Sign of the times; the name of the curly haired boy's song.

Harry began to sing,

"Just stop your crying
It's a sign of the times
Welcome to the final show
I hope you're wearing your best clothes

You can't bribe the door on your way to the sky
You look pretty good down here
But you ain't really good

We never learn
We've been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullets, the bullets
We never learn
We've been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
Your bullets, the bullets

Just stop your crying
It's a sign of the times
We gotta get away from here
We gotta get away from here
Just stop your crying
It'll be alright
They told me that the end is near
We gotta get away from here

Just stop your crying
Have the time of your life
Breaking though the atmosphere,
And things look pretty good from here

Remember everything will be alright
We can meet again somewhere
Somewhere far away from here

We never learn
We've been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullets, the bullets
We never learn
We've been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullets, the bullets

Just stop your crying
It's a sign of the times
We gotta get away from here
We gotta get away from here
Stop your crying, baby
It'll be alright
They told me that the end is near
We gotta get away from here

We never learn
We've been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullets, the bullets
We never learn
We've been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
Your bullets, the bullets

We don't talk enough
We should open up
Before it's all too much
Will we ever learn
We've been here before
It's just what we know

Stop your crying, baby
It's a sign of the times
We gotta get away
We gotta get away."

The boy stopped playing the piano and looked over at the blue-eyed man. "What do you think? Good? Bad" he asked softly.

"That was . . ." The feathery haired man thickly gulped, "that was amazing, Harold!"

"Thank you," the green-eyed boy giggled, "but don't call me that."

"Sorry, babe. I love you," Louis walked over to his boy and kissed the top of his head, "I love you, so, so much."

"I know, and I love you as well."

-Larabadara. xx
518 words. Unedited.