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

Take me to dinner first (h)

Harry's thoughts were always "Louis this, Louis that, Louis, Louis, Louis," but right now, they were a million times faster than that, so his mind was in the mood of "LouisLouisLouisLouisLouis." But honestly, who wasn't? He was just so beautiful with his sharp cheekbones and his lovely laugh and- don't even get him started on those eyes...

Harry's love for Louis was so much more than just a stupid crush. Everytime Louis would laugh, Harry'd be automatically happy. Whenever Louis was sad, Harry immediately wanted to help him up and see him smile again. Looking in those beautiful blue eyes made him feel like his heart made a salto, the whole zoo was in his tummy and all diseases in the world were cured. Louis was his safe haven, his happy place. His home.

Home.

That was the place he wanted to be. If only he could just teleport to Louis' arms... If he could, though, he certainly would. He would give up everything to just be with Louis- as long as Louis wanted to be with Harry. He really hoped he would give his songs a listen, just because in his songs, especially in his songs, he'd let his mask down. He wouldn't have anything to protect or defend him.

Harry was scared to let people see the real him. Mostly because many people used him to get to Niall, as he was a famous artist. But also because some people really hurt him. He tried to show himself to Niall, though. Niall knew about his fear. He always took things slowly and would never rush Harry to tell him things. Yet, Harry knew he could never let Niall know who he really is, even if he tried. For Louis he could. He was certain he could for him.

That was where Harry started to write the lyrics.
It wasn't until three and a half hours later he looked up from his paper and saw that Louis had sent a message.

Soooo... you wrote songs for us. Now youll get one back // sent 17:50
Home - Home EP - One Direction.docx // sent 17:52

OPENING FILE...

Make a little conversation
So long I've been waiting
To let go of myself and feel alive

So many nights I thought it over
Told myself I kind of liked her
But there was something missing in her eyes

I was stumbling, looking in the dark
With an empty heart
But you say you feel the same
Could we ever be enough?
Baby we could be enough

And it's alright
Calling out for somebody to hold tonight
When you're lost, I'll find the way
I'll be your light
You'll never feel like you're alone
I'll make this feel like home

So hot that I couldn't take it
Want to wake up and see your face
And remember how good it was being here last night

Still high with a little feeling
I see the smile as it starts to creep in
It was there, I saw it in your eyes

I was stumbling, looking in the dark
With an empty heart
But you say you feel the same
Could we ever be enough?
Baby we could be enough

And it's alright
Calling out for somebody to hold tonight
When you're lost, I'll find the way
I'll be your light
You'll never feel like you're alone
I'll make this feel like home
I'll make this feel like home
Baby we could be enough

It's alright
Calling out for somebody to hold tonight
When you're lost, I'll find the way
I'll be your light
You'll never feel like you're alone
I'll make this feel like home

Harry was just silent. Sitting there, he realised how Louis wrote about someone being home. Just like Harry did. If I could fly, I'd be coming right back home to you. This was some kind of strange magic, but apparently, it did exist. Harry just stared at the lyrics, feeling special for some reason. Time to return a song to Louis then.

If I Could Fly (1D) - song lyrics.docx // delivered 18:03