I won't Give Up (1/1)
Title: I Won't Give Up
Rating: G
Length: 722
Fandom: One Direction
Characters: Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles,
Ships: Louis/Harry
Notes: this is a shitty little drabble I wrote based on Jason Mraz's "I Won't Give Up" to make up for not updating!!
Summary: Harry won't give up on him and Louis.
Louis could be so harsh sometimes, quick and cruel, his words cutting you like knives. He was blunt, he was honest, and most of all he was selfish. He was selfish for tricking Harry into thinking there was something there, something worth holding on to. With Louis, nothing was certain, and Harry always felt like he was blindly reaching out to something he would never find. And even in Louis’ kind, blue eyes Harry knew there were secrets behind them. Some he knew, but most of them he couldn’t grasp on to.
And Louis would push him away. He could be so affectionate one day, smiling and laughing with him, kissing him and telling him just how beautiful he truly was. He would hold his hand, trace his thumb along the outline of Harry’s fingers; something that would give Harry chills up and down his spine. He would lay there in the morning with him, limbs and sheets tangled, his head resting upon Louis’ chest and listening to his gentle heartbeat. But with just one simple word out of Harry’s mouth Lou would be gone. He wouldn’t speak to him, he wouldn’t even look at him, and Harry couldn’t fathom what he could have possibly said to make Louis toy with him this much.
“I won’t give up on us,” Harry vowed one day, catching Louis by the wrist, his voice low enough so only he could hear. “I don’t care what you put me through, Lou, I won’t give up.”
“Harry, please, not now,” Louis sighed wearily.
“Louis, can’t you just listen?” Harry pleaded helplessly, his words catching in his throat. “I need you. I promise I’ll give you my all.”
Louis sighed and pressed a chaste kiss to Harry’s forehead, “I know, babe. But come on we’re going on now.”
They jogged on stage, cheering and yelling at the thousands of fans screaming their names. And as Harry swallowed the lump in his throat and looked at Louis’ smile, he felt his heart sink in his chest. He wouldn’t give up on them; he couldn’t give up on them. He knew that Louis was worth it. He knew that he and Louis had so much to learn. He knew that they were just beginning and that their whole lives were ahead of them. And he couldn’t let that go, no, he wouldn’t let that go.
And when he caught Louis in the early morning trying to sneak out with his belongings in a little brown box he began to tremble.
“Louis?” He shouted at him.
He dashed down the stairs and Louis turned to look at him, a guilty look upon his face, “Hazza, look it’s just-“
“What did I even do?” His eyes flooded with tears. “I thought…I thought things were okay.”
Louis pursed his lips, “Things haven’t been okay, Harry, don’t be stupid.”
“I won’t walk away so easily,” Harry retorted back, his voice rose. “We can change, we can make it through this.”
“Yes, but I don’t want to,” Louis replied back, his voice filled with irritation.
“So you’re just gonna give up?”
“What’s there left to do?” Louis asked incredulously. “I’m really done trying, Harry. It’s just not going to work between us.”
“But you’re my friend-“
“And I’m still your friend,” Louis assured him. “I’ll always be your friend, Harry. I just can’t be more than that. It’s just…I can’t do it, okay?”
“But we’re worth it,” was all Harry could mutter his voice cracking due to the tears.
Louis just shook his head, leaving Harry there with his tears. He closed his eyes, hoping he’d open them and find himself in Louis’ arms again. But instead he just felt unusually cold and incredibly empty. He felt like something had been ripped apart from him and he couldn’t breathe. He was only half a heart without Louis. And he couldn’t give up; he couldn’t just forget the way Louis had made him feel. He would never forget all the things that Louis had said or done. He tried to be tough but he could never be mean to Louis. And he wondered if this was the reason why Louis was walking out on him with all of his things in a box. And he couldn’t help but feel like his heart was in that box.
Rating: G
Length: 722
Fandom: One Direction
Characters: Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles,
Ships: Louis/Harry
Notes: this is a shitty little drabble I wrote based on Jason Mraz's "I Won't Give Up" to make up for not updating!!
Summary: Harry won't give up on him and Louis.
Louis could be so harsh sometimes, quick and cruel, his words cutting you like knives. He was blunt, he was honest, and most of all he was selfish. He was selfish for tricking Harry into thinking there was something there, something worth holding on to. With Louis, nothing was certain, and Harry always felt like he was blindly reaching out to something he would never find. And even in Louis’ kind, blue eyes Harry knew there were secrets behind them. Some he knew, but most of them he couldn’t grasp on to.
And Louis would push him away. He could be so affectionate one day, smiling and laughing with him, kissing him and telling him just how beautiful he truly was. He would hold his hand, trace his thumb along the outline of Harry’s fingers; something that would give Harry chills up and down his spine. He would lay there in the morning with him, limbs and sheets tangled, his head resting upon Louis’ chest and listening to his gentle heartbeat. But with just one simple word out of Harry’s mouth Lou would be gone. He wouldn’t speak to him, he wouldn’t even look at him, and Harry couldn’t fathom what he could have possibly said to make Louis toy with him this much.
“I won’t give up on us,” Harry vowed one day, catching Louis by the wrist, his voice low enough so only he could hear. “I don’t care what you put me through, Lou, I won’t give up.”
“Harry, please, not now,” Louis sighed wearily.
“Louis, can’t you just listen?” Harry pleaded helplessly, his words catching in his throat. “I need you. I promise I’ll give you my all.”
Louis sighed and pressed a chaste kiss to Harry’s forehead, “I know, babe. But come on we’re going on now.”
They jogged on stage, cheering and yelling at the thousands of fans screaming their names. And as Harry swallowed the lump in his throat and looked at Louis’ smile, he felt his heart sink in his chest. He wouldn’t give up on them; he couldn’t give up on them. He knew that Louis was worth it. He knew that he and Louis had so much to learn. He knew that they were just beginning and that their whole lives were ahead of them. And he couldn’t let that go, no, he wouldn’t let that go.
And when he caught Louis in the early morning trying to sneak out with his belongings in a little brown box he began to tremble.
“Louis?” He shouted at him.
He dashed down the stairs and Louis turned to look at him, a guilty look upon his face, “Hazza, look it’s just-“
“What did I even do?” His eyes flooded with tears. “I thought…I thought things were okay.”
Louis pursed his lips, “Things haven’t been okay, Harry, don’t be stupid.”
“I won’t walk away so easily,” Harry retorted back, his voice rose. “We can change, we can make it through this.”
“Yes, but I don’t want to,” Louis replied back, his voice filled with irritation.
“So you’re just gonna give up?”
“What’s there left to do?” Louis asked incredulously. “I’m really done trying, Harry. It’s just not going to work between us.”
“But you’re my friend-“
“And I’m still your friend,” Louis assured him. “I’ll always be your friend, Harry. I just can’t be more than that. It’s just…I can’t do it, okay?”
“But we’re worth it,” was all Harry could mutter his voice cracking due to the tears.
Louis just shook his head, leaving Harry there with his tears. He closed his eyes, hoping he’d open them and find himself in Louis’ arms again. But instead he just felt unusually cold and incredibly empty. He felt like something had been ripped apart from him and he couldn’t breathe. He was only half a heart without Louis. And he couldn’t give up; he couldn’t just forget the way Louis had made him feel. He would never forget all the things that Louis had said or done. He tried to be tough but he could never be mean to Louis. And he wondered if this was the reason why Louis was walking out on him with all of his things in a box. And he couldn’t help but feel like his heart was in that box.