That night, all that Harry could do was sit on his window sill and cry, watching as it rained. Niall had texted him an hour ago saying that he was staying with Liam for the night, and while Harry was glad they were happy together he also was kind of upset to be staying alone. He had watched Louis yell at some man named Oli, then he had yelled at Harry for not doing anything. He shouldn't have been in the way, though, it wasn't any of his business being in the middle of Lou's situation when he obviously wasn't welcome there. 

"Get up, H. Be a man, stop pitying yourself." With a shaky hand he wiped the tears off of his cheeks and neck while attempting to walk into the living room without falling over from weakness. As he sat down on the couch he wondered why he still was in love with the Tomlinson boy, since he would never love him back. Louis had been his first and only love, and sadly enough he felt it would be that way for a long time to come. Who couldn't fall in love with Louis though? He was the definition of beauty, of ethereal, and God was he wild. That's one of the things Harry loved about him was his free spirit, how outgoing he was, he was the exact opposite of H himself. 

A knock echoed throughout the flat and the brunette turned towards his door in confusion, wondering who it could be. Niall wasn't coming back unless something went terribly wrong, and no one else he knew would come over at this time of night. Still holding the furry white throw pillow he shuffled over to the door and opened it up, revealing a wobbly Louis Tomlinson. Harry's heart skipped about a million beats as he looked at the man, his hair a mess and a fresh bruise blooming on his cheek bone. "L-Lou? What happened?" 

A soft laugh escaped the man's lips as he flicked his cigarette in to a nearby bush, looking at it with a dazed look, "You look cute, H. Really adorable. You should wear your pajamas more often." Harry looked down at himself; he was wearing navy blue silk pajamas with a white trim, a couple of his shirt buttons undone to show his sparrow tattoos and his pants riding low on his hips. A wild blush rose to his cheeks as he watched Louis walk in to his flat, closing the door behind the man. Once they sat down together on the couch, Louis buried his head in Harry's shoulder and whimpered. For him to be such a dominant person, he had his weak and vulnerable moments too; this was one of them. "Lou, what are you doing here?" 

"Wanna be with you, H. Is that so bad?" His slurred speech made the man's heart skip a beat as he ran a hand through the soft brown locks, twirling a piece around his finger. If only this was his life, if only he had him for himself. "No, it's not, but you never want to be with me Louis." At that Louis sprung up from his position on Harry's chest and glared at the man, looking around him like he didn't even remember walking in to H's place. It was like something snapped inside of him, like the alcohol wore off, and he pointed at Harry with a threatening finger. 

"You're right, Harry, I don't wanna be with you! You're a codependent, pathetic piece of ass and I shouldn't be anywhere need you!" He stormed away from Harry, almost falling over when he opened the door, but when H tried to help him he just flipped him off and walked out. Harry watched him walk down the road in the pouring rain, almost falling over with every shaky step, but soon he was disappearing in to a bar like always. 

Tears slipped off of the tip of Harry's nose as he sunk down against the door way, the cold air from the rain misting on to his skin. Of course he was always one to love people who weren't good for him, but Louis was the only one for him. Louis was the only person he found himself caring for more than himself besides Niall, and it had been that way for so long now Harry couldn't remember when it wasn't that way. 

Rain fell on to his skin as he began to sing, a song he had written after the first night Lou rejected him,

"If I could fly, I'd be coming right back home to you.

I think I might give up everything, just ask me to." 

He didn't have the heart to finish the song, so instead he rushed back inside and put his music on over the speakers. The first song he played was I Found by Amber Run, a song he found himself listening to more than anything else. The soft piano began to flow through the flat as more tears filled the brim of his eyes, soaking the pillow he had buried his face into. Why did he have to be so soft, why couldn't he just stand up for himself and move on? There wasn't a day that went by since he was 15 years old that he didn't love Louis, he'd probably die loving the man for fuck's sake. He was stuck on him, even when Niall and Liam had tried to get him to get back out on the dating scene it hadn't worked, he had still been thinking about Louis. Even though they weren't together, he had felt guilty being with someone else because he felt like he was betraying the man. 

"Oh, and I found love where it wasn't supposed to be,

Right in front of me, 

It talked some sense to me." 

It was midnight before the man fell asleep on his couch, his knees tucked in to his chest and his arms wrapped around the throw pillow that was soaked with his tears. The rain poured down outside his flat and inside his soul, putting him to sleep even faster. If only his sunshine would come back to him, it would never rain again.