Introduction

Maybe Louis wasn't going crazy. Maybe Harry really did feel the same and he just didn't believe that someone like Harry could love someone like him.

"I can't quite explain what I feel for him," said Louis, his words slurring. He had stumbled into Liam's hotel room and in his drunken state, Louis was whispering out everything he felt for the youngest member of One Direction.

"I think it's called love, mate."

A rose had always been a symbol of love for Louis. From a young age, he had shown his affections for people through flowers and of course, he had associated romantic love with roses. He thought Eleanor was his rose and maybe for a while she was, but it seemed that Harry was rapidly becoming a rose by another name.