Girl Crush (One-Shot)

His girl crush has and will forever be Louis Tomlinson

A/N: This is 100% fiction, and just what I feel like Harry was thinking. I of course still love and support both boys, and believe they are in a relationship, but the strain is obvious and has been for some time. I apologize to those of you who do not like this kind of thing.

Hope you enjoy.

Much love,

Xx

(The cover photo used is only temporary until the one intended gets made. It will be updated as soon as possible.)

Harry stood before the audience, bold and proud, head held high as his fingers moved on their own and he began to strum his guitar. With his heart in his throat and his stomach in his shoes, he began slow and soft, building ever so gently up to what he surprisingly held inside him.

I got a girl crush, I hate to admit it but

I got a heart rush, ain't slowing down

His girl crush has and will forever be Louis Tomlinson, small block from Doncaster with an attitude to make up for his height. But will he forever be Louis'?

I got it real bad

Want everything she has

He had Brianna and Eleanor always paying him attention. Between them, his job and Freddie he was constantly busy, never having time to answer a simple phone call to tell his supposed boyfriend goodnight. But it'll always be them, won't it? Lou and Haz against the world, right?

That smile and that midnight laugh she's giving you now.

He was supposed to be here tonight. He was supposed to send Harry onto the stage with a kiss and a wish good luck, but he didn't show. With a simple text message explaining his absence, Louis disappeared. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately, leaving or never appearing. He loved him though, swore he did, swore he always has.

He's admitted to his admiration of the curly haired lad who used to work in a bakery. Loved his cheesy, dorky jokes and that constant tick he has when he gets nervous. It's never the same, something Louis has always been fascinated by. He either plays with his fingers, bounces his foot, rubs his chin or touches the closest person to him he can until he no longer feels pressure.

His admiration, his love has never wavered, never swayed or lessened. He was as taken to the boy today as he was those many years ago when he seen him on the x-factor, still got blown away by his voice and the way he let the lyrics carry him. He got lost in the music, let the emotions seep into his words. But things change. Everybody knows that. And Harry believes they've grown apart.

I want to taste her lips

Yeah, cause they taste like you

I want to drown myself, in a bottle of her perfume.

Louis smells like Brianna on the days he claims to be visiting his family, but there is no use in lying anymore. Harry sees the photos, sees his boyfriend snuggling up to the random woman who everybody claims he is in love with, and Harry sometimes questions if they're right.

Those blue eyes hold the same sparkle they once did when they were looking at Harry. Those gentle fingers laced through hers once held Harry's with as much purpose and love. Pink lipstick has never been smudged across Louis' face before, but Harry seen it the other day, seen the place he forgot to wipe above the curve of his smile.

Fuck, his voice cracked.

I want her long blonde hair

I want her magic touch