Blue, A Larry/Lourry Oneshot
Title: Blue
A/N: Okay, so this is based off U.F.O by Coldplay and I really hope you enjoy this. I’ve written one shots before but never a Larry one and feedback would be lovely. Also, I've not got a clue how to post this properly; still learning livejournal. No warnings. :)
Lord I don’t know which way I am going
Which way the river gonna flow.
Piercing blue.
That’s what he sees first. The stranger introduces himself. “Louis,” he says. “Louis,” Harry repeats. It feels familiar and comforting. He’s not quite sure how this beautiful stranger has a beautiful name that makes Harry’s stomach turn. He’s not quite sure why he can’t tear his eyes away from him and he’s most definitely not sure why this beautiful stranger is so confident that Harry’ll make it one day.
“Can I get a photo with you? I feel like you’re gonna make it one day.” And despite what Harry wants to say, despite the fact that Harry feels like he’s going to pass out because there’s just so much blue in those sincere eyes he ends up blurting out, “What? But I can’t be famous. I’m Harry, just Harry.” He tries not to blush because, oh my God, this stranger is going to think he’s completely weird; quoting Harry Potter, what was he thinking? But by some miracle of whom ever is up there, Louis laughs. It’s loud and pure and Harry thinks he’d like to listen to that everyday.
It just seems, that upstream, I keep rowing
Still got such a long way to go.
Piercing blue. His lifeline.
But after that performance Harry doesn’t think he can loose himself in the blue. He doesn’t want to see the disappointment in his or Liam’s, Zayn’s or Niall’s eyes. So he stays away and when they try to comfort him, Harry doesn’t make eye contact. He refuses to believe their whispers of comfort.
Harry knows it’s gotten bad when he finds himself searching Red & Black into his twitter but he can’t help it. He has to know if he’s right. Then Louis finds him, curled in on himself dried tears marks on his face. And Harry can’t even find the energy to look away from the blue when he climbs into bed with him and holds Harry. It’s then that Harry thinks that it doesn’t matter if he’s right or wrong, as Louis’ on his side.
And that light hits your eyes I know I swear we’ll find somewhere
The streets are paved with gold
Piercing blue. It fills his senses.
They’re all in Australia and it’s sunny all the time. They play their first show of the Australian leg and when Harry looks over to Louis, one of the stage lights hits Louis eyes and Harry has to stop to catch his breath. He’s handsome and beautiful at the same time and Harry’s never seen anything like it; he’s drunk on Louis and spends the whole show as close to Louis as possible without the possibility of management having a fit. All the boys notice something’s up, Niall keeps looking over and smiling fondly, Liam looks cautious like he’s worried of the consequences but his eyes tell a different story and Zayn whispers “go for it” in Harry’s ear as the boys file of stage. So he does.
And when he pushes Louis against the dressing room door, pressing their lips together, he knows that he could definitely get used to this.
Bullets fly split the sky
But that’s alright sometimes sunlight comes streaming through the holes.
Piercing blue. That’s what he sees last.
“Cancer,” the doctor had said. He knows Louis was close to breaking down but managed to stop so he could be strong for him. And he knows that Louis wasn’t ready for Harry to leave yet.
They’d had a good run together. Louis and Harry; it made sense. Most people said so and when the rest were spiteful it was the majority that kept them going.
When the doctor told them that it had spread too far to stop, Louis did breakdown. Harry wasn’t far off doing the same. Though when the time came and he knew this was it, Harry was ready and as Louis held his hand and Harry’s eyes closed it was Louis’ blue that he saw last. And he thought that if he were going, this was the perfect way to leave.