the night we met | L.S

"you look at the sky like you hate the world" harry softly speaks as they look up at the stars, his favorite song lightly playing in the background.

"i do hate the world" louis mutters, glancing at harry who meets his glaze with furrowed brows.

"why" harry questions with a slight tilt to his head, louis looks down shrugging as he starts to pick at his fingernails absentmindedly.

"because you're not in it-not anymore" louis whispers, frowning when he hears the music end. no. not again. he feels as he pulled back into real life.

looking up only to find harry gone.