they weren't together when he tweeted it.
louis writes and rewrites it about a million times because, really, what's the best way to say "i love you" without using a single one of those words?
finally, he comes up with it. "Always in my heart, @..." @ who though? harry? the love of his life? is he really gonna tag him in this? yeah. yeah, he'll take the backlash any day if it means he can tell hazza this one more time. this one last time.
with a sigh, he leans against the wall and presses the daunting, blue "tweet" button before he can change his mind. it's not even 30 seconds later when likes begin rolling in, and not even 45 seconds before a call and six text messages come through, asking, no, telling him to delete it.
he presses the hang up button on the call and tosses his phone away. "fuck this" he grumbles. and then there's a knock on the door and louis thinks for sure he's about to grilled into next year, maybe even pulled from tour. everyone knows about eleanor by now, this is just plain obvious. "good" he thinks "make it obvious." but when he pulls open the door, prepared to snap his phone in half and tell them to leave it be, it's not the face of management he comes just shorter than.
it's harry.
of course it's harry. it would be harry. he hadn't thought this far.
"do you mean it?" is the first thing that comes out of harry's mouth, and louis just stares because, what does that mean?
"what am i meaning?"
"the tweet, you spoon. did you mean it?"
louis' mouth falls a bit slack but he manages to gather himself swiftly enough to nod.
"of course, haz. yes i meant it."
and harry just nods for a second like he can't believe it, but then there's shouting down the hallway, older men's voices demanding to know where louis is. harry feels a bit sick hearing them call for louis like that, and louis is sweating a bit because their voices do sound awfully angry. like really angry. horribly angry. louis isn't getting out of this one.
but his eyes fall on harry again and everything seems to soften.
the voices get quieter and the surroundings fall away and holy fuck he really does love this boy. like a lot. like so much it hurts.
"you're all i want, haz."
harry locks his eyes again, "what?"
louis pulls him into a hug without much warning, but harry doesn't mind. he wraps his long arms around the smaller boy and sighs into his hair.
"all you want?"
"so much it's hurting."
they hold each other a little bit taller.
"you really meant it?"
"when have i ever lied to you?" harry can't argue with that, not right now.
"always? love me always?" harry's voice sounds a bit weak, but he really does just need to know. he really needs to know.
"always, harry. always."
a/n
pissed off my group chat w this one so i figured i'd leave it here. happy 9 years AIMH tweet
