1D One Shots

In The Trenches ~LaRrY

There's a song called 'One' mentioned in the story. It's Ed Sheeran if you didn't know.

"Swear to me you'll be ok."

"I swear."

Louis gave one last smile to Harry before walking towards the train. "Louis!" Harry can't stop himself from shouting out. Louis turns around and Harry takes all of him in. His perfectly windswept hair and eyes perfectly blue. The small crinkles by them, making their colour pop out. Louis was his. Louis was perfect. Louis was leaving.

Harry knew it wasn't his choice, it was nobody's to go to war. It was the damn government.

"Harreh!" Louis mocked as he walked back.

Harry said nothing but instead brought him in for a kiss. Soft and passion filled. Just like Harry. Louis promised himself that if anything happened, ever, he would never forget Harry's kisses. When their lips touched it wasn't electricity or fireworks or anything like that. Nothing like the books or movies said it as. It was an indescribable feeling in every sense of the word. When their lips touched everything slowed down and Harry and Louis entered their own little bubble. Nothing could ever get them there. Nothi-

The train whistle blew hard, conductor demanding last boarding passengers. Nothing, except a train whistle sealing Louis' fate, of course.

"Harry..."

"Louis."

"I love you."

"I love you too. But prove it to me."

"How?" Louis smiles. This was typical Harry.

"Come home. Alive."

"I will Harry. And when I do..." Louis leaned in close, kissing the shell of his ear. "I'm gonna marry you."

Harry is left gasping for air as Louis sprints for the train, just making it on as it started to move. Many soldiers were pressed to windows, waving hard to loved ones, loved ones waving back. Louis shoves a smaller blonde lad down to get to the window. He could always apologise later, but this was the last time he would see Harry, at least for three months. Three months without Bambi.

"Damn you Tomlinson!" Harry is crying and laughing as he runs with the train.

"Damn me for what?!" Louis laughs back.

"You're killing me! I have to wait to marry you?"

"Just three months darling! Then I'll be home just fine and we can do whatever you want! For now, get reacquainted with your right hand and dream of me!"

"Always!" Harry yells. "I LOVE YOU!"

"I LOVE YOU MORE!" Louis shouts and puts his head back in the train as it starts going faster, going through a tunnel.

"Ya fuckin' wanker!" An angry Irish accent comes from behind him. Louis turns to find the blonde he'd shoved, fuming with anger.

"Sorry mate. Just had to."

"No ya didn't!"

"I'm in love." Louis said as a way of explaination, sinking into the unoccupied seat. "You'll do crazy things if you're in love."

"I know..." The Irishman calmed down and sat on the bench across from him. "That's why 'm here. Joinin' the god damn army to chase after my love."

"Who?"

"Jus' a lad." He shrugged. "Name's Horan, Niall Horan."

"Louis Tomlinson. I like you Niall, you're alright."