If The Stars Were Edible
And Our Hearts Will Never Fold
(Ba, Ba-Ba, Ba-Ba, Ba-Ba)
Could We Live With Just A Taste?
(Ba, Ba-Ba, Ba-Ba, Ba-Ba)
Just A Taste
It's time for our five-year crisis.
I had hoped
that we didn't have to go through this again.
To be honest, I haven't even
thought about it.
We had our first real crisis
when the band went on hiatus
and we found ourselves struggling with finding time for each other
while we both tried
to pursue a solo career.
It came as something of a shock.
After spending every day together
for years
we had to spend a lot of time apart and we couldn't deal with that.
I also went through a personal crisis. An existential one.
I didn't know who I was
and it took me some time
to figure it out.
Thankfully we found our way
back to each other.
We made it work.
Then a pandemic hit the world.
What should have been
three weeks apart
became three months.
I'm in America
and you are home in the UK.
We're in lockdown.
The world is an uncertain,
scary place.
Everything gets canceled.
Everyone's lives are on hold.
I'm not doing too well.
At first, I enjoy doing nothing.
Then I panic.
I have been working nonstop
since the age of sixteen.
Now my tour is postponed.
No work. Nothing.
Will people forget about me?
Is my career over?
Fame is such a fleeting abnormality. One day you're loved
and the next kicked to the gutter.
That's nothing in comparison
with being away
from my love.
The first few weeks I'm coping.
We're used to spending time apart even if I rather spend all my time with you.
We talk a lot on the phone.
Video chats.
We shouldn't be
on opposite ends of the world.
It's scary. I'm worried about you.
I don't know what I would do
if you get sick.
I feel powerless.
Money usually solves a lot,
but I can't find a pilot
willing to fly me to England.
Lockdown.
Soulsearching.
This isn't enough.
Short moments with the person I love. We spend too much time apart as it is. It's not enough. Always hiding. Compromising.
We only get a taste when
we want the whole meal.
We're like music in a sushi restaurant.
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Harry's house
FanfictionI don't know what this is. A very short story in poetry form? Bases on Harry's Home. While Harry is in America when Covid hits, Louis is in England. With no way to return to his Ioved one Harry is left alone with his thoughts, slowly freaking out...
