watch the gif and listen to the song.
“Harry, you know I didn’t mean it,” Louis begged, watching as Harry continued to just stare stonily out the window.
“Do you think this is just some sort of game? Lou, really. We’ve gotta stop pretending. Either this is real or it’s not. Just tell me.” Harry’s voice was tired, low, and Lou could tell the boy was crying.
“It is!” Louis promised, he could feel the anger welling in his stomach. “Fine. We’ll tell them at the show tonight. When I meet eyes with you in the finale, we’ll tell them.”
The show came. The finale was blasting loudly. And no one noticed the way Harry looked to Louis, but Louis just stared ahead into the crowd. And no one noticed the way that Harry slumped down and then looked away.
Pretending. Always pretending.