You can't help but wonder sometimes how you can't be with those that you loved dearly. . . because no matter what you do, how hard you try, how long you wait. It just can't be.

I only have 3 days to save this relationship. 3 days to make him fall for me again and if I fail then I think it's time for me to finally let him go. - Feberly Asuncion

"Three words, eight letters," Harry whispered his hands ghosting across the skin of Louis chest, the place above his heart. "Say it and I'm yours." Louis stayed quiet, face to the ground, breathing ragged. Hot, burning tears fell down Harrys face. His hands dropping to his sides like a dead thing. He turned his back as if to leave. "Harry . . . I- I . . " Louis said weakly gripping his arms in a tight hold. "No," Harry's voice cracked ripping his hand from Louis grasp. "the silence just said everything I needed to hear." Louis Tomlinson was the bad boy. Harry was invisible. until one day Louis makes Harry his new conquest. And so the fun begins. Will Harry fall for the bad-boy? "My bad-boy," Harry murmured softly as Louis wrapped his arms tightly around his long, slim torso. "Yours," Louis agreed tucking his face in Harry's chocolate brown curls, the color of milk chocolate. or will it all end in disaster? "Congratulations Louis! You made me fall for you! You have finally got me and broken my heart!" Harry yelled and thunder rolled in the distance. It seemed as if the weather was in tune with them, since day one. It was raining when they first met and it was raining when they first kiss. Harry now wondered if that was the heavens trying to tell him to stay away from Louis all along. Louis whimpered pathetically. "No, Harry," "I'm done, Louis. Done. I will be leaving tomorrow. I cant stay with you . . I can't." he finished weakly, all power drained from his body as they both crumbled to the floor, rain pouring down heavily upon them.