Author:cometome

Summary: harry loves louis and louis doesn't know it
not until harry's gone.

(this was inspired by me and my broken heart by rixton, the current song im obsessed with)

harry hides.

harry hides behind

his kitchen counter

watching

the boy

across the street.

the one with the

chestnut hair

the one with

clear clear

blue eyes.

the one who has bruises

scattered around

his chest

legs

arms

sometimes his face.

and harry knows.

he knows about

the bruises

the scars

the shouts

and he knows how

scared louis is

but louis doesn't

know who harry is.

harry is crouched

behind his kitchen counter

in the dark

alone

as he watches louis' father barge in

barge in and yell at louis

then he smacks the boy

the beautiful boy

and harry just wants to

cuddle with him

tell him it's alright

but it's not.

harry watches louis

watches him get sicker and sicker.

and when harry sees louis' wrists

on the bus one day

his heart breaks.

he comes home and cries.

cries because he can't hug the

broken boy.

harry watches

and watches

till multiple summers and

winters come and go.

and louis gets happier

he has friends

his mum divorced the monster

of a father

but harry is still sad.

sad because he wasn't the reason

for louis' happiness.

louis' college years come, and

harry is still seventeen

in his last year

but still watching

seeing louis spend his nights

partying

drinking

doing drugs

and having obnoxiously loud sex

with a boy named zayn.

and harry's heart still pangs

still pangs for the broken boy

across the street.

zayn cheats on louis.

harry sees zayn snogging a blond

lad behind the school

and louis doesn't know.

he doesn't know.

he doesn't know how toxic zayn

is for him.

he doesn't know how in love

harry is with him.

harry's in his second year of uni

and he hasn't seen louis

since his last year

of high school.

christmas eve

louis comes back.

he's a man now.

louis is 22

and

gorgeous.

not that he wasn't already

gorgeous

but now he's impossibly

even more beautiful.

he has tattoos

and wears these skater clothes

an harry is falling deeper.

louis talks to harry for the very

first time at the christmas

party.

his mum invited harry's mum.

louis didn't even know

anne had a son.

this makes harry's chest

concave

it makes his heart

feel heavy.

harry sits on the couch

a drink in his hand

louis socializes

with everyone

except harry.

is something wrong with him?

louis finally talks to harry

after johanna pushes

louis towards harry

and harry blushes

because he's finally talking

to the boy he loves

the boy he's felt pain with.

louis then asks harry if he wanted

to hang out at his flat

afterwards

and have a couple drinks

and harry hopes this the start

of louis loving him.

louis fucked harry that night.

and harry wakes up alone.

alone in louis' big white bed

a single note on his pillow

you can let yourself out

it says.

harry clutches his pillow

and cries.

he cries because the boy he

loves

only wants to fuck.

harry always goes back when

louis texts him

even when he knows

that louis will

only wake him up

at midnight

and tell him a petty

excuse

to make harry leave

so harry tugs his clothes on

with heavy limbs

and cum leaking out of his arse

only to drive away

and be tugged back again.

but harry loves

the way louis presses

him

into the mattress

and then harry whispers

lie to me

and louis says

i love you.

after a year

a year full of harry asking

louis out on a date

a year full of louis

rejecting him

and saying

their just fuck buddy's

that's the day harry breaks

harry swallows hard

writes a note to his mum

robin

his sister

his best friends

and especially

louis.

harry is found dead

by his sister

a frayed rope

wrapped around

his pale

throat

and the once

lively

cheeky

caring

loving

harry

is now gone.

he fell in love

and love broke him

now harry

is the broken boy

from across the street.