Shadows - larry Stylinson

14 - friends

Louis P.O.V

"Wait wait wait, so let me get this straight. Both of you would lose your shadows at midnight and you followed them and saw them together. And you found out that you both were childhood bestfriends slash crushes... woah" Niall said leaning back into the couch. I chuckled as Liam, Zayn and Niall took everything in. "Well makes sense" Zayn started "the way you two stared at each other like you already knew each other the first time you guys met again didn't go unnoticed" he finished. I chuckled looking at Harry "well... we would have told you guys as we were finding all of this out but we didn't even really know what was going on" Harry said. I nodded "I still don't really understand if I'm being honest" I added making everyone chuckle. "So are you guys... together now?" Niall asked with a small smile. Harry smiled at me and interlocked our fingers "yeah we are". "Well I'm happy for you guys" Zayn said as he leaned into Liam "me too" Liam said putting his arm around Zayn. Harry looked at me and smiled leaning in and kissing me "thanks guys" I said looking at them. "Well I say this calls for celebrating" Niall says "we should go to the bar" he added. "Why not" I said "all right" Niall said making everyone get up.

We all sat in a round booth in the bar drinking. We were joking and telling stories and the guys were asking about Harry and I as kids. We talked about how we lived down the street from each other and spent everyday together for 3 years. After we were there for a couple hours Harry and I decided to leave. We were going to his place so Liam and Zayn could have our apartment alone for the night. As we stood outside waiting for a cab Harry had his arm around my shoulder. "Lou can I ask you something" Harry said making me look up at him "yeah what's up" I said. "Why didn't you pursue drawing like you wanted as a kid?" I sighed "well everyone told me it wasn't a smart career to go in... How unpredictable art is so I went into something I could still be creative in but had more opportunities like graphic design". He nodded "Yeah I understand..." I looked up at him. "What about you, you always wanted to be a song writer... what happened with that?" Harry sighed "pretty similar, everyone said song writing wasn't a sturdy job and that it wasn't something stable so I agreed and went into something else I could love and make more of a career out of, like writing". The cab pulled up and we climbed in the back seat. Harry gave the driver our directions to Harry's place. "Do you still song write?" I asked Harry as we buckled up. "Yeah actually I do" he said sheepishly, I smiled looking at him "really? c-can I hear one?" he smiled softly "yeah... of course". "Do you still draw?" Harry asked and I chuckled "yeah... sometimes, I still really love it" "well you have to show me some" he said kissing my forehead. I chuckled "of course".

When we got to Harrys we went up to hi room and relaxed on his bed. Both of us still buzzed from the drinks we had. "Here it is... my song book" he said sitting by me. He handed it to me and I shook my head "no I want you to sing it to me". He chuckled softly and cleared his throat

"Same lips red, same eyes blue

Same white shirt, couple more tattoos
But it's not you and it's not me"

As he sang I smiled softly, his voice was really beautiful.

"Tastes so sweet, looks so real
Sounds like something that I used to feel
But I can't touch what I see

We're not who we used to be
We're not who we used to be
We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

The fridge light washes this room white
Moon dances over your good side
This was all we used to need
Tongue-tied like we've never known
Telling those stories we already told
'Cause we don't say what we really mean

We're not who we used to be
We're not who we used to be
We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me..."

He finished and I clapped making him chuckle softly. "That was beautiful Harry, really. I don't understand why you wouldn't pursue that" he shrugged "I-I don't know". "When did you write?" I asked taking the book and reading the lyrics, "I wrote it the night after we first found the shadows... and danced and kissed for the first time". I felt a heat rush to my cheeks and I leaned in kissing him. "I've never had someone write a song about me" I said sheepishly. "That's not true, remember the song i wrote you when we were little" I laughed " oh yeah... you are my boobear my bestfriend, stay with me till the end" we both giggled at the memory.