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So now, lying on Harry’s bottom bunk below Louis’ own, with Harry beside him and playing some daft game on his phone, Louis decides it’s time to put out his feelers. Time to see if there’s any way in hell that Harry could possibly, maybe be feeling the same kind of things Louis is. Because Louis sees - he catches little glimpses of what he’s pretty sure are like mirror images of his own face - little glances and smiles and stares, and he’s pretty sure (even though he only knows this because he watched back the video diaries extensively just to observe Harry’s reactions- and yes, he knows that’s creepy, thanks) that Harry could maybe get where Louis is coming from. Hopefully.
or, a very self-indulgent XF era fic, complete with a gratuitous game of truth or truth.
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“I can be your boyfriend for when you go home at Easter,” Harry says in one quick breath, “Fake boyfriend, I mean. If you- um, if you want?”
Or, an AU where Louis needs a bit of a hand, and Harry's more than willing to help out.
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It’s still that dreamy kind of dark, nothing seeming real, but he knows that it’s time to go, to whistle for Pippa and eat whatever he’s got left in the fridge and start the drive down to Molly’s.
He can’t seem to open the door. Maybe he doesn’t want to face it, this new thing. Having Louis here feels like a betrayal. Harry tries not to think about what his Dad would have to say if he saw the journo sleeping on their pull-out, here to shake a settled sheet and watch the dust fly again.
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AU. Harry's a farmer, Louis writes for The Age, and it hasn't rained in the Bourke Shire for six years.
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21 Feb 2021
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sometimes Harry likes it when Louis makes it hurt, just a little
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04 Oct 2014
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Harry finds that he can't keep things separate; neither can Louis.
Harry tousles his hair, smoothes it back, shrugging. “Alright,” he says. “I’m, you know, outside if you need anything.”
“Yeah,” Louis replies. “Sure.” He doesn’t look like he’ll be needing Harry, and Harry tells himself that that’s okay. They’ve both got their moods sometimes or maybe the timing isn’t good, and if it’s not then that’s alright as well. Harry can respect that. And it’s not like this is their first tour; Harry knows that Louis will come around. He always does.
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04 Oct 2014
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He’s completely drenched, not one millimetre of him not covered in rain, and the old sheepskin cover over the seat is probably going to stink afterwards from the damp. But even with what seems to be a constant tremor shaking his body, brown hair plastered to his forehead, and a blue tinge to his skin, he’s still probably the most gorgeous person that Harry has ever seen.
Or, Harry picks up a hitchhiker in Oxford, and it's a long ride to Glasgow.
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04 Oct 2014
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They used to have a Thing, now they don't, but they both still kind of want to, and then they do. Inspired by the night in London on the TMH tour when Louis and Harry didn't look at each other once. This fic could be subtitled: Louis Tomlinson's Failed Attempts at Indifference.
To be clear, I don't think any of this really happened.
WARNING: HERE LIES ANGST. It does get slightly less miserable by the end, though.
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- Part 1 of Misery loves company
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04 Oct 2014