"Don't confess, write songs." An advice by Harry Styles.

Home (l)

'It's Thursday,' was Louis' incredibly clever observation. Niall started to laugh.

'It has been for like eleven hours,' Zayn commented while reading his book. This only caused for Niall to laugh louder.

'Thank you for being able to read clock times, Zayn,' Louis replied sassily.

'You were the one starting with calendar dates,' Liam dryly said, eating his breakfast.

Niall could only laugh harder. So Harry, or Harry's songs did affect Louis. Like, extremely affect him. Louis was the sassy one, yet right now, it was him who got "outsassed". Louis even looked out for Thursday just because of Harry's song. But, to be honest, Niall was curious too. Harry was quite protective over this song. It made Niall wonder. Then he realised Harry had already sent an email with the lyrics. He quickly opened the message.

'I got a heart and I got a soul. Believe me I will use them both,' Niall read out loud. Louis' eyes lit up.

'That's cryptic,' was Liam's statement.

'Will you be quiet for once? It's the new song, you idiot,' Louis told his bandmate irritated. Zayn burst out in laughter. He was so whipped, it wasn't even normal anymore.

'We made a start. Be it a false one I know. Baby, I don't want to feel alone- oh, Harry, if only I knew you were feeling that lonely,' Niall whispered the last part, but Louis still heard him.

'So the writer is called Harry?' Louis asked. The blond could only nod.

'So kiss me where I lay down my hands rest on your cheeks. A long way from the playground.'

'Did he just described sex in the most romantic way ever? Damn, he's good,' Zayn mumbled. Liam could only agree.

'I have loved you since we were eighteen, long before we both thought the same thing. To be loved and to be in love. All I could do was say that these arms were made for holding you, oh. I wanna love like you made me feel when we were eighteen.'

It went on like that, a few comments from Louis, Liam and Zayn throughout the song. After Niall finished there was a silence, all interpreting the song differently. Liam was hesitating to say a certain thing. He made eye contact with Zayn and had a non-verbal conversation with him. They both had the same conclusion.

'Niall, did Harry have, like, a certain person in mind while writing this?' Liam asked cautiously. Niall's smile grew and he nodded. Zayn looked at Louis who was looking back.

'We could write a song back,' was Zayn's suggestion.

'Let me do that, I've got an idea,' was Louis' answer. He disappeared into another room of their rented floor in the Irish hotel. He quickly grabbed a pencil and paper just because he could write better manually than with a laptop or phone. He then thought. Things going on right now... what were those things?

Harry... his songs... Eleanor (his fake girlfriend) and the management...

From there on, Louis just started to write. If only Louis just could talk to Harry. He knew nothing about the man behind the songs. Not even the colour of his eyes. But he just wanted to talk to him because he felt as if Harry would understand him. Louis understood how he felt through his songs. It must've been the other way around too, right?

Harry would understand his "relationship" with his "girlfriend" Eleanor. He would understand how Louis just tried to like her, but he just missed the spark. And maybe, maybe, he would feel one with Harry. He was looking everywhere for just that feeling. Searching for love. But somewhere he felt like Harry was saying he maybe liked him through those lyrics. As if those lyrics were for him. Louis had never seen Harry though, what if it was some creepy fat guy with an ugly mustache?

Love is the inside, not the outside, they could be enough.

He'd be there for Harry. Louis would still pick up the phone at four am if it was Harry who called. He would hold him. He would be his ship, guiding him through the darkest of nights. He would help him, admire him and love him. Okay, maybe Louis liked Harry more than he'd like to admit. He would make Harry feel safe and happy. Loved.

He would be at home.