I want to write you a song

I Wish

Louis sigh as he came to sit back down on my bed.
"Do you ever feel that who you are, who you're meet to be, isn't good enough?"
"Good enough for who?"
"Friends, family, management, fans."
"Louis do you really think that?"
"Somethings, yeah. What's worse is that I let these feelings and thoughts of what other people think of me, get in the way of what I want to say, what I want to do. I told you that I wish I was a brave as you, because you don't worry what other people think of you. Sometimes I just wish I could be more like you"
"Louis..."
"No Harry, really. You say what you want in interviews, dress how you want, hell, you were brave enough to come out to the whole fandom, the whole world really. I could never do that."
"Well you don't really need to worry about that." I joke with a half smile. If only that was something you had to worry about. God Harry, snap out of it! Stop thinking about Louis like that for one second!
"Ya'right Harry?"
"Sorry, yeah of course. Louis, I promised that I'm gonna help you get over these thoughts that you're not good enough. Because you are. You're perfect in everything single way. And I know for a fact that I'm not the only person who thinks that."
"Thanks Harry." He says, with that same smile that has got me from day one. He hugs me tight, and for a split second, I let myself imagine what it might be like if Louis loved me the same way that I love him. But as he lets go and leaves the room, I'm forced to bring myself back to the real world, and the warm fuzzy feeling i once felt, slowly slips away. Until I can't feel it anymore.

"We are NOT watching Anchorman again Niall!"
"Louis I thought you liked that movie!"
"We've watched it so much that you've ruined it for me."
"Fine then!!!" Niall storms off to the kitchen, probably to hunt for something to eat before the movie starts.
"I need a glass of water." I say to no one in particular. Then hop up and walk to the kitchen.
"Ya'right Niall?"
"Yeah I'm fine now." Of cause he is, he's found a bag of M'n'Ms and is tearing at the packet to try and open it.
"So Harry I kind of mentioned to the boys that you wrote a song and how good it is. Anddddd....they kind of want to hear it."
"Niall! I can't show them!"
"Why not?"
"Because they'll know it's about someone. Then they'll asked who I write the song about!"
"Pffft, no they won't."
"You did." I remind him.
"You forget that I'm way smarter then them."
"Arrrrrr! FINE! But I swear to god if they ask-"
"And they won't"
"You have to promise to deflect any questions from them, ok?"
"Aiy aiy captain!"
"But Niall-"
Before I can finish Niall is up and running to the lounge room, I reluctantly follow him back in.
"So you're finally going to show us this mystery song huh Harry?" Liam's asks the second I walk in.
"Apparently so." I say resettling on the floor, ready to watch the movie.
"We'll go on."
"What? Now?"
"No time like the present." Zayn adds.
I sigh, go upstairs, grab my lyric book and guitar, and head back downstairs.
I get ready with my lyrics and guitar, take a deep breathe and just as I go the close my eyes, they lock together with Louis'. I quickly look away, so I don't get distracted from the song. I close my eyes, and strum the first chord.