Louis has been forced into Creative Writing class in hopes it will return some sanity. Harry signed up for it by chance. What happens when two worlds collide at just the right time?
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The one where Louis suffers from anorexia and Harry tries to fee...
He stared endlessly into space with his feet dangling off the dock. The autumn wind provided no comfort to him as it made him shiver from the cold chill running down his spine.
It was here at this small lake that he allowed his thoughts to run free. Tomorrow morning he would share a passionate kiss at the airport as all the people stared at them; at least that's how he pictured it in his mind. In realityt, he knew he was going to shed endless tears and watch the person he spent all his time with be rushed away to another county; half alive and barley breathing.
He tried to imagine what life would be like without him. It seemed to be the easy way out. Besides, they hadn't even put a title on their relationship yet or even uttered the three word phrase that means so much. But. Here he was, contemplating his future with someone who could leave him at any minute.
He wasn't sure what it was about the man that made him fall so hard, so fast, so addicted. The way his icy blue eyes pierced through his soul or how his smile radiated like an angel. Could it be that his cheeks bones looked as if they were chiseled by the Gods or how his hair always appeared carefree (though lately it looked unhealthy). Maybe it was the way his voice echoed through the room letting out small hums and squeaks every now and then. Or more importantly, maybe it was the way he made Harry feel.
No matter if he was having a bad day or wanted to just lock himself in his room and play music, Louis gave him a reason to live again. Instantaneously walking into the first class of Creative Writing, he felt it; his life would never be complete without the soul having a panic attack. He knew it was his job to make sure this person never wanted for anything, even love.
It did not bother him that they had not been intimate yet. He knew this was different than his previous relationship endeavors. He knew this was not someone he wanted to seduce, get his pleasure, and leave the next morning. This was someone he wanted to take things slow with (though that was nearly impossible emotionally) and build a life around.
The creaking of the dock shook him out of his deep conversation with himself.
"Wow. This place is beautiful." Niall smiled putting his arm around his friend.
"What are you doing here? How did you know I was here in Doncaster?" Harry asked confused but appreciated the company.
"Zayn texted me and said you could use a friend. He told me about Louis going away for awhile to get help...." Niall trailed off. "But how are you doing? Do you need help?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Um, I think I am going to be okay," Harry nodded trying to convince himself. "He looks so sick. If he doesn't get help, well, I don't want to think about it." Harry rushed the thoughts away. "I'll manage."
"You're stronger than you think you are," Niall brought Harry's head to rest on his shoulder. "By the way, on the drive here, I think I witnessed something suspicious." Niall said drumming his fingers on his chin intrigued. Harry gave him a go on look.
"On the way here, I got the vibe that Zayn was flirting with Liam," Niall laughed as Harry smiled in amusement. "And then when we parked the car up the hill, Zayn asked me to check on you here at the dock because he wanted to show Liam the other side of the lake."
"Wanting some alone time, eh? I think you're on to something," Harry agreed. "So if you picked Zayn up at Mrs. Tomlinson's house, why didn't you get Louis?"
Niall's mood suddenly changed and he looked at the ground. "Because it hurts to see him like that. Do you hate me that I didn't bring him? I hope he doesn't feel left out. I mean she said he was asleep anyway."
Harry patted Niall's back. "Nah. I'm not upset. I came here to think myself." He chuckled. "We should get back."
"Don't get caught up in all of this and lose sigh of your studies, Harry. You have a recital coming up." Niall reminded him. "Don't fail school, k? We must graduate together!"
Harry knew he couldn't argue. He knew he was running out of time to write a song but he didn't seem to care. Louis was more important to him.
"I'll get it done." Harry reassured his friend.
As they made their way to their parking spots, they noticed that Zayn and Liam were walking extra close to each other. They shook their heads in disbelief and smiled.
"Autumn romances, something in the air this Fall." Niall teased as Liam and Zayn sat in the backseat, leaving the passenger seat open.
Harry retrieved his keys and unlocked the door to his own car. He started the engine and got lost into his thoughts once more. _____________________
Mrs. Tomlinson spent most of the afternoon packing for her son. He was a bit spoiled but she wouldn't have it any other way.
"You don't have to do that for me, Mom." Louis observed with his arms folded propped up against the doorframe.
"I know sweetheart. I want to." She beamed. "Now don't call begging me to come home early. It won't happen this time. You need to complete the entire 90 day program."
Louis bit his lower lip. He could not imagine being away from Harry for that long. He wasn't sure he was that sick. However, he had been down this road with his mom before and he was pretty sure her mind wasn't going to change.
"Mom, can I ask you something?" Louis asked biting the inside of his cheek awkwardly.
"You can ask me anything, son." She said folding up a pair of pajamas and stuffing them in the suitcase.
"Why didn't you and dad workout?" He questioned shyly.
"Sometimes, people want different things in life. What you want at 20 is not what you want later on. Sometimes it is. When you know, you know. How come?" She asked amused.
"I just remember living in England with you and Dad. I remember some good and bad times. I just always wondered if I did something. I know I was a bit needy." Louis turned his face away from his Mother embarrassed.
"Oh honey. It's never been you. Don't ever think that! Your father and I just had different dreams is all. I was homesick longing for America. He liked it in England. We couldn't compromise. There was a time when I loved him but sometimes it doesn't last forever." She shrugged as Louis slumped down on the bed looking depressed.
"How do you feel about Harry?" She said as she stopped folding clothes and sat down next to her son (mothers always know what it is 'really' about.)
Louis scratched his head nervously.
"He makes my stomach feel like it's being turned inside out. When I'm around him, I forget to think and just sit there staring at him." Louis fiddled with his thumbs. "I have this thing I refer to as static in my head. It's all my anxiety, depression, guilt, and shame. Harry has a way of making the static a small whisper instead of constant screaming."
Mrs. Tomlinson fondly looked at her son.
"Well it sounds like he's special, Lou."
"He is," Louis agreed.
"Don't base your perception of love off your father and I. If you care about Harry as much as you think, it's worth a try. I see things. He cares about you just as much if not more than you care about him." She replied wrapping her arms around him.
"Let's just get you healthy so you can enjoy it, ok? Tomorrow will be a big day for my boy." She stared as she turned her attention back to packing. He nodded trying to hide his smile as he thought of the one with curly hair.
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A/N: Hello lovelies! What did you think of Louis' lyric video for "Just Like You"? All the hidden Larry messages. My heart exploded. 💙💚
