Harry's love for Louis was a once in a life time thing, Louis was the love of his life, his sun on a dark day, his smile when his lips wouldn't move. When Louis died, all Harry could do was blame himself and burry himself in his own grief. It made him sick that people actually thought that he could be happy without Louis. Every time they told him it would be okay he wanted to shove them into a wall and yell "no it won't." Because it wasn't okay, it would never be okay. He lost the one thing that held his world together and he wasn't okay. All rights reserved @greeneyeandblueeye