"I have a wife, Louis," Harry said in a tone Louis knew all too well, but never failed to hit right in the place his heart was beating, like a straight punch to his soul right through his chest.
"I don't mind."
"I have two kids, Louis," he continued. It felt like a dreading routine now, so dry and raw in his mouth, cutting his tongue and stinging on his lips.
"I don't mind."
"I can't love you," Harry added, voice barely above a whisper, hopeless and helpless as if drowning in a drop of the most delicious wine he's ever tasted.
"Then I'll feel the love for both of us," Louis said before kissing him so passionately, Harry almost thought it was impossible to be affectionate even he slightest more.
But he was.
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.