Without a single care in the world, all the weight suddenly lifted from their shoulders, Harry and Louis walk through the dark streets, hands swinging between them, fingers staying intertwined forever.
Every second moment, one of them would pull the other against his body to share sweet or deep kisses. Their mouths just can't stay away from each other if they wanted to.
They dance in their Gucci suits, drunk under a street light. Drunk on the chilly February breeze, drunk on the night and the champagne Harry made them drink, drunk on the adrenaline of running away from the policeman, drunk on each other.
Because they are boyfriends.
"Can you sing a song for me?" Harry asks, his back against Louis' front as they sit on a small brick wall with Harry between Louis' legs, looking up at the night sky.
"Which song?" Louis asks, smiling because he's so fucking content right now, brushing his hand through Harry's hair softly, absentmindedly.
"A song nobody has ever heard before"
"One of mine, you mean?"
"Yes" Harry says and Louis can hear the smile clear in his voice, the sound thick of it. "Can you, like, improvise? Just think for a few minutes and then sing what you feel like right now"
"I can do that, if you want"
"Please" Harry leans his head back against Louis' chest and sighs deeply, his fingertips tracing the skin of Louis hands around his middle. Drawing invisible art onto them, tracing his 28 tattoo, just what comes to his mind.
Louis kisses the top of his head, nose burying inside the mop of curls. He breathes in deeply, enjoying Harry's smell, because it's home.
He doesn't have to think that long until some lyrics some to his mind. Harry has always had that effect, has been the inspiration for literally every single song he ever wrote and created.
Just by being himself, goofy, tall and lanky, funny and just so fucking cute, Harry is Louis' muse, always has been.
"What a feeling to be right here beside you now, holding you in my arms" Louis sings softly, keeping his head close to Harry's because, even if the street is almost empty, these are lyrics only for Harry. Louis plans on releasing his music when he's happy with some sort of album, but some of them are for Harry and only Harry.
Other people don't deserve them just like they don't deserve Harry, nobody does.
"When the air ran out and we both started running wild"
Harry already bops his head to the beat and Louis smiles, while singing the next part, being really impressed and proud of himself, because he just did that out of nowhere, not even writing anything down.
It's just the pure bliss of freedom and Harry and Harry and the stars above them and the empty road and Harry and Harry and Harry, his boyfriend, fuck.
"The sky fell down"
Louis chuckles as Harry looks up, as if the sky could actually fall down.
Harry turns around in Louis' arm, looking at him with an offended expression because Louis laughed at him.
"But you've got stars, they're in your eyes and I've got something missing tonight"
And the offended look is immediately gone and the lines on his forehead with it, skin smooth like silk again, beautiful green eyes looking deeply into Louis' and Louis could swear he sees fucking love.
He doesn't falter by this thought, voice staying strong even if it's quiet, almost whispering the new lyrics.
"What a feeling to be a king beside you somehow"
DU LIEST GERADE
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FanfictionLouis tried. He really did. He tried so hard to only love him as a friend but he couldn't do it. Not when Harry was so much more than a platonic 'mate'. Just because of that it cut so deeply when Harry had to rest everything on these three words. ...
