Hey guisee, so this is based on the song "The Ballad of Love and Hate" by The Avett Brothers. I DO NOT own that song. Nor do I own One direction (no matter how much I'd like to loll. ;) Anyways, I kinda jumbled this all together in like 10 minutes bc I was feeling inspired by the song. Oh, and it's my first story :) Hope ya like itt.

The Ballad of Louis and Harry3

Harry beamed, excited to share his most recent good news. As he sat in his hotel room, the natural light that washed in seemed to be brighter, and there was happiness there that couldn't be explained. He signed his name on the letter, grinning.

Louis,

Good news; my vacation's ending! I'm coming home late. The weather was fine, and the ocean? It was just. . .well it was great! I can't wait to see you again.

Harry

With letter in hand, he sent the message out, getting awestruck looks from those who passed him by.

Louis, toothpick in the corner of his frown, tore open the envelope and quickly read it. He spat, throwing the letter into a trash can. "No one here cares if you go or you stay. . .You know what, now that I think about it? I barely even noticed that you were away. I'll see you or I won't, whatever."

Harry was humming a song as he looked out the window of his plane. He thought about all the things they were going to do, and what he would say when he saw him. He was gone for such a long time. . .too long. And as his eyes twinkled, the blue water reflected on them, leaving people around him mesmerized. They were curious and joyful; he had this unexplainable presence that made everyone happy.

Louis walks down the street, his head held high. His eyes are sharp as he greets every stranger and drifter along the sidewalk, shaking hands with every loner he sees. His face is stone, never changing.

Harry arrives safely, suitcase in hand. He thinks about Louis; his reason to live, to grow. How he is why he trusts, he hopes, and he cares. He smiles and floats through the airport.

Louis's at Foster Cliff, sitting alone on top of his car. He doesn't even notice the moon or the stars as he takes another gulp. And another. And another. . .lazily killing the last of the strongest alcohol ever sold.

Harry flags down a taxi, grinning when it stops. A young man is driving, and as soon as he sees Harry, hope fills his eyes. But tears soon follow as Harry gets out, because he might never see him again.

Louis is driving crazily, almost crashing three times. When he sees the house with the kitchen light on, he slams the breaks and runs over the mailbox, dirt flying everywhere. Tumbling out of the car, he squints at the brightness and screams a grunt at the top of his lungs for no apparent reason. Inside, the clock is making steady ticks of the hand, reading '2:55'. But the clock in the kitchen is slow.

Harry is half asleep on the couch, waiting patiently. He is gripping his phone, just wanting some kind of sign that Louis was okay. . .that the crazy, stupid boy that he cared so much for will make it back to him safely.

Louis stumbles in, leaning on the bridge of the door. His weary head low and his eyes to the floor, he looks at Harry.

"Harry, I'm sorry. . ."

He looks up, glad he's okay. "What for?" His words are innocent. He stands, hands in his pockets.

"I'm yours and that's it, whatever."

Louis grinned.

Harry continued, "I shouldn't have been gone for so long. . .but I'm yours and that's it. Forever."

Louis inched towards him, and they embraced, Harry not minding the stench of alcohol on him.

Louis whispered in his ear. "Your mine and that's it, forever."