"I'm just like you"

"every heart breaks the same"

Louis was heartbroken. He really was. He wanted to be with Harry as he needed to breath, but he just couldn't. Too difficult would have been explaining the world that he suddenly had found himself as gay and that he'd never really loved Eleanor and that he'd lied to everyone just because of a boy. A boy that didn't show so much interest in loving him. A boy that gave him shivers, butterflies, dizzy head. A boy he missed. A boy who had his heart, and his body.

Because since Harry, Louis had categorically refused to have sex with Eleanor. She looked a bit upset about it, but she loved him and understood his 'wanting to take things slowly because stress was killing him'. Louis felt guilty and wrong. But he thought Harry was worth it. The only problem was, Harry didn't think the same.

He hadn't really said that. He just...he just didn't show his willing to be with him. He had said the didn't want to cause problems, when it was actually Louis who had more problems in doing what they did! That Louis didn't really know what it was, but he lived for those secret rendezvous. Meanwhile he was writing two songs, one inspired by Harry and one inspired by Eleanor. Because no matter what, he still loved her, just not as before, or maybe not as she always wanted. He had to thanks her if he had arrived so high in music and if he hadn't give up so many times and he really thought she was a princess. Usually it's the prince who saves the princess, but for them it had been the opposite. Eleanor knew his problematic life and wanted to be with him anyway. Even if he didn't want to have sex. Even if he was annoying and anxious sometimes. Even if, at the beginning of their relationship, he wasn't making money. And that, Louis was sure, was the sign that she truly loved him. That only broke his heart more, but at least he was glad. He just hoped Eleanor would have found someone worthy. She deserved it.

You say to me your jeans don't fit
You don't feel pretty and it's hard to miss
I wish that you could see my point of view
As someone starin' back at you
On Friday night when we're all out
I turn to you and you're looking down
And you don't wanna dance
I know you love to dance
You never stop given half the chance

Just keep your head up, love, keep your head up
Don't hide away, don't ever change
Keep your head up, love, keep your head up
Don't look away, don't look away

'Cause everybody's lookin' at you now, my, oh my
I guess some queens don't need a crown
And I know why
Even when your tears are fallin' down
Still, somehow, you're perfect now

He had wrote those words and he wanted to sing them at the concert on his birthday, to show her he truly cared for her. Only, he desired she wouldn't have been too angry or disappointed. 

The song for Harry, on the other hand, was something completely different. It showed how Louis truly felt when he was with him.

Never been so defenceless
Never been so defenceless (Oh woah)
You just keep on building up your fences (Oh woah)
But I've never been so defenceless (Oh woah)
(Oh woah, oh woah)
(Oh woah, oh woah)
(Oh woah, oh woah)

You don't have to keep on being strong
For me and you
Acting like you feel no pain
You know I know you do
And you can't get inside
When you're lost in your pride
You don't have a thing to prove

Louis knew, or at least he hoped, that Harry's was just a mask. A mask of indifference and jokes, made up to not show his real feelings. Louis just wanted him to show them to him.

He exited the house and walked around in London. Some foreign fans hugged him, then one of them asked "Louis, are you sad? Are you heart broken?" and Louis sighed, smiling slightly. "Every heart breaks the same" he answered quickly, walking away.

He didn't want the fans to worry but he wanted to tell someone about his feelings. He just hoped not to see Harry because that would have broken him definitely.

He met Liam and Zayn and talked a bit with them, but he didn't tell them about Harry. "I've already written two of the three songs" he announced, proudly. Liam smiled, but Zayn looked at him worried. "Are you okay Tommo?" he asked. Louis sighed. "Come on, tell us the truth, dude" Liam said. Zayn looked at him fro the American nickname, but then nodded. "I-I fell in love with a person" he admitted. Liam and Zayn exchanged looks. "You mean...someone who isn't Eleanor?" Louis nodded, blushing. "And how...how did you know her?" Liam asked. Louis looked down. "I met h-her at our pub, actually" he said. It was half the truth. "Well, and have you talked?" Zayn asked. "We...we actually kissed. Twice, I think" Louis confessed. Zayn and Liam opened widely their eyes and Liam chuckled. "Well, I see you get busy" he joked. Louis blushed again. "Because he went to LA to see my concert and he was working at the bar of the restaurant" Louis said quickly. "What? You said 'he'" Zayn accused. "I said 'she" he lied. "No, you said 'he'" Zayn repeated, looking at him. "I said 'she'!" Louis affirmed. Their conversation was, luckily, interrupted by Niall arriving. "Mates!" he said, happily. They all smiled to his excitement. "Guess what" Niall said "I just met someone who told me he wants to see Louis." Louis' heart skipped a beat. "You said 'he' too!" Zayn continued. "No, he said 'she', now if you please Niall can come because we have an appointment with...someone!" Louis said quickly. Zayn and Liam looked at him as if he'd gone mad, but nodded, resignedly. "What?" Niall asked. "You can't tell anyone about him" he ordered. Niall changed look. "So it is a 'him', after all?" he asked. "Well, you've met him-" he interrupted. Niall had not met anyone, he was just lying to get Louis to say him the truth. "How did you-" "Even while I'm drunk, I understand what's going on around me, and when I turn sober I remember everything" Niall explained. Louis frowned. "I have to remember about this" he said, and Niall punched him slightly. "You mean that morning at the pub?" "Yeah...I have to go now" Niall said quickly, almost running away. Louis sighed and was about to return home, when he heard a deep voice. "Lou".