so this is obvs a slow-burn, bittersweet getting back together au. maybe harry and louis were high school sweethearts, that one couple everyone thought would make it, except stuff happens, life gets in the way, they go to different uni and they meet new people and the distance gets too much so they break up.
i’m thinking the fic would switch pov and would focus on the years they’re separated and maybe they meet up once in a while, like at christmas and other holidays, weddings & funerals when they’re both back in town and there’s a nostalgia there, even when they’re with other people, this feeling that maybe they were each other’s one shot at true happiness and soulmates and they missed it. but they’re pretty happy, harry lives in la and does some artsy stuff maybe some painting or photography, he teaches yoga classes on the side and gets high with the poet he’s sort of maybe dating. louis is still in the uk, in london or another big city, he just broke off his engagement with the guy he’d been dating since uni because, somehow, even after years, it still didn’t quite feel right.
so they see each other once in a while, and sometimes they slip up and they fuck even though they know it’s a bad habit they should quit, but they never quite stopped being in love with each other so who is it hurting really (them ofc, the answer is them), they don’t really talk tho. sometimes harry will send to louis one photograph he took that he really loves (by mail ofc that pretentious fuck can’t use email like a normal person) and they’re all stuck inside his closet door, hidden, just for him, this lil’ map of things harry saw and loved enough to take pictures of, this lil’ map of things harry thought he’d enjoyed and louis isn’t the kind of person to wallow in his own misery, he has a happy life but sometimes he just likes to trace his fingers on the landscapes and the faces and wonder if maybe, maybe there’s a deeper meaning. he’s whisper: “what are you trying to say?” to the silent images and maybe his eyes water a little but no one is there so it doesn’t matter.
so this goes down for years, i mean i want them in their late 30s, early 40s when they figure it out right? they’ve had happy lives, maybe louis gets married eventually, to some doctor or lawyer, a real handsome guy with a good sense of humour that makes him really happy and they have a kid but it doesn’t work out and he gets a divorce and it’s tough but it’s for the best yk?? maybe harry starts a business that doesn’t work, a little bookstore/library that he loses in the first five years and it’s hard and humiliating and the only thing he wants is to talk to this guy from high school who always made everything better even though he doesn’t understand it. so he calls louis up and he’s like : “do you ever feel like a huge fucking failure?” and louis laughs. “all the time mate, welcome to adulthood. took you long enough babyface.” and that makes harry cry because it’s so louis to dedramatize things like this. “i lost my bookstore,” harry admits. “i lost my marriage,” louis replies, pausing a sec before adding: “wow we really suck,” and from anyone else it would make harry feel like fucking crap yk but somehow it makes him laugh like he hasn’t in the past few months. “wanna come over?” louis asks. “you’re an ocean away” “so? we’ll watch love actually, i’ll even make you hot chocolate with marshmallows if you’re nice.” and it’s stupid, right? it’s really stupid to book a ticket and pack a suitcase and go over to england not even to see his family but to see louis of all people, but he’s upset enough and has enough momentum to do something really dumb so he books the ticket right there, on the phone with louis, maxes his credit card but why should he give a shit he’s already in so much debt anyway…
louis picks him up at the airport with his daughter and they made a sign and everything, it says Vicount Failed Big Times on it, with a kid’s drawing of what harry can only assume is meant to be him. it should be rude, it should make him feel upset but when louis wraps him up in his arms and says “it’s gonna be okay babe”, harry can sort of believe it.
so they watch love actually and louis does make hot chocolate with marshmallows, and it’s lovely.
“this is just like that science project, remember?” louis says after his daughter has gone to bed.
“what science project?”
“yeah, that thing…. that report thing you had to do in fifth grade and you failed big times because you’d procrastinated so much.”
“i failed big times because i spent too much times playing football with you instead of doing the damn thing.”
“yeah but you got over it, next project you aced it. s’just like that,” louis whispers, petting harry’s hair just like when they were kids and they were so overwhelmingly in love.
“except now it involves thousands of dollars, my career and my reputation. i can’t even bring myself to call my mum and tell her. i haven’t talked to her in weeks.”
“we’ll go see her,” louis says. “might as well since you’re here. next weekend, we’ll drive up yeah? emily hasn’t seen my mum in a while anyway.”
“you’re too nice to me,” harry replies, feeling a bit choked up.
“i’m really not love.”
“we haven’t seen each other in ages and you’re just….”
“that doesn’t matter h, you’re one of my best friends. you’re always welcome here. you can come whenever, you can call whenever.”
it shouldn’t come as a surprise when louis kisses him, but harry stll manages to be shocked.
they make love that night, none of the short intense little fumblings they’ve had over the years, no they take their time and they don’t have to say anything because they know. they know their feelings never truly went away and no matter how much they’ve changed those feelings haven’t really.
the next morning harry is looking for one of louis’ jumper to wear because he’s cold and he wants something that smell like louis, something comforting yk? he opens louis’ closet and sees the pictures, sees the years and the world through his eyes right there in louis’ bedroom where he’d see them every morning and he feels so settled for a second, like this is where he’s meant to be, where he was always meant to go. one of the very first picture is one he hasn’t taken, it’s his 23 y.o self, making a goofy face. god he had no idea….
“found what you were looking for?” louis asks, entering the bedroom with just a towel around his waist, sunny and tempting.
“you kept them,” harry says, his back to louis, eyes still fixed on that one picture.
“of course i kept them, i like having a bit of you here,” louis whispers before wrapping his arms around harry’s waist, dropping a small kiss on his shoulder.
they stay silent for a few seconds. soon emily is going to wake up and demand breakfast. harry is going to make pancakes.
“stay for a bit?” louis asks, trying to keep the vulnerability from his voice.
harry tangles their fingers together on his stomach and squeezes.
After a misunderstanding with Liam’s mother, Louis agrees to accompany his best friend to a family wedding and pretend to be the world’s best boyfriend. But their simple plan goes awry when he learns that Harry, ex-boyfriend/ex-love of Louis’ life, will also be in attendance. (aka: fake!boyfriends with a twist ft. bromance, romance and cake.)
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