On that blue ocean floor

harry’s depressed and louis’ short and they meet camping out where they ought to be alone but really, there’s no such thing as being alone if louis is there.

harry knows what’s going on. he’s read it in books: two people meet each other in a prettier world than what they’re used to, they like each other, and after they leave that world and go home, it’s just a painful memory they don’t like to think about. he knows this because it’s happened before. he was at a music festival, he met a boy, and they were close and touchy and laughy and kissed a few times through giggles. harry’d gotten home from the festival, called him, and he’d told harry that it was just a ‘music festival thing, you know?’ he knows.