Gemma starts responding to every single one of Harry’s texts—regardless of subject—with i don’t care, talk to louis. Liam lets Harry complain to him for hours on Skype, pretending he’s not doing other things while Harry whines about his problems. Niall thinks the whole thing is hilarious, texting Harry links to articles titled So, you want your man to propose? and 15 ways to get him ready for the aisle! and follows each of these up with page upon page of laughing emojis. Harry tries everything, literally everything he can think of short of grabbing Louis by tattooed forearm and yelling, “PROPOSE TO ME BEFORE I COMBUST.”
Or, it takes a village to arrange a proposal, but that doesn’t mean it’s going to go as planned.
Amidst the noise - the dog whining, Jamie’s shrieking, Evie’s giggles and bird noises, and Daniel asking loudly, again, about ice-skating - Louis leans in to press a kiss to Harry’s smiling mouth. “Hi.”
Harry doesn’t loosen his grip on Evie’s ankles where they hang over his shoulders, but he kisses Louis back and murmurs a quiet, “Hey, love.”
“Have a good time?” Louis mumbles into his pillow, deadpan, as Harry strips down to his boxers behind him.
“Mmnn,” Harry hums, climbing into the bed and fitting himself around Louis, skin a little tacky where his sweat hasn’t completely dried. He kisses the back of Louis’ neck, soft and lazy. “Won’t be able to walk right for a week.”
The divorce papers come by special delivery on a Tuesday. Harry’s playing Fifa with Liam in the tiny living room of his new apartment when he hears the letter box rattle. He already knows, even before he’s opened up the big manila envelope the postman gives him, what it is.
non au; in which Louis files for divorce and Harry doesn’t know how to live alone again.
“Boybander Harry Styles spotted leaving West Hollywood joined hand in hand with new beau, Xander Ritz”
His heart drops in his chest as he scrolls down, ignoring the short irrelevant article and looking desperately for a picture. Sure enough, there’s pap shots of Harry and Xander, walking hand in hand, looking drunk and cheerful and together.
And that’s—that’s really not what Louis was expecting at all.