Larry Stylinson Oneshots

Quite Miss Home 💙

Summary: It's the second show after the reunion and Harry decided to sing an unreleased song of his that no one actually knows. It was written literally 10 years ago. But there is one person who knows it, and that one person is someone who Harry didn't expect to remember it.

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DISCLAIMER: This song isn't actually Harry's (or mine)! It's Quite Miss Home by James Arthur and I love it for a larry duet. So in the story, it is Harry's but in real life, it isn't.

Also, writer's block is a bitch but I really want to write so I apologize for the shitty writing.

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Harry and Louis haven't talked in a while. They just needed a break from each other. It's obvious they miss each other like hell but too much has changed for one of them to act on their feelings.

Harry's written tons of new songs that he hasn't released because they give too much away. Besides, it's not like Simon would let them anyway. Either way, he just can't let go of the one song he and Louis wrote years ago so late it was morning. It was times like those he cherished because those times were times where they didn't have to struggle with beards.

They could be whoever they wanted to be.

But that's not the focus currently. In each show, the boys perform one of their solo songs as well as one direction's songs.

Harry let his eyes graze over the waiting fans and linger on Louis' gorgeous blue eyes for a second too long before he stood up and made his way to the piano.

Louis bit his lip and fiddled with his microphone. It was a nervous habit he picked up during his solo career. 

(Harry is italics, Louis is bold, italics and bold is both)

Harry offered Louis a watery smile and a cheeky wink. He didn't expect Louis to remember the song at all.

By that, Louis already knew what Harry was planning.

"So," Harry cleared his throat. "This is an unreleased song that nobody but I and one other person knows." He tried to ignore the awkward words and just started the song.

I'm in the kitchen while you smoke outside
You're careful not to let the smoke inside

I always tell you it's poison
But I know it helps you take the edge off the day                                             

We get a drink before it's closing time
The one on high street with the blinking sign

All these memories feel poignant
I won't be there to see the snow melt away

Harry sang with such passion because this song meant so fucking much to him. He avoided looking at the fans since he knew they already caught on from the smoking part, and he avoided eye-contact with Louis since he couldn't cry in the middle of a song.

Oh
Yeah, I been gone on business
I gotta make some money
I really feel the distance

They were at their first problem in their relationship at this point when the song was written. Always on planes, cars, buses, traveling, traveling, traveling. It was hard to make time for just them. They were each other's home. But somehow they made it work. They always make it work.

Harry gulped and prepared himself to sing Louis' part, but the blue-eyed man already took care of that.

And I quite miss home
And I miss you telling me
To leave my shoes at the door
'Cause you just swept the floor
And the dirt drives you crazy

Harry's head snapped up. Fans were going beserk but Harry only had eyes for Louis and Louis only had eyes for Harry. Louis had his mic grasped lightly in his hand and teary blue eyes. He smiled widely at Harry and Harry couldn't help but return it.

Yeah, I quite miss home
'Cause it feels like poetry
When the rain falls down on the window
While you're in my arms
And we're watching the TV                                                                                    Yeah, I quite miss home                                                                                                Yeah, I quite miss home

I smell you cooking from the living room
And then I tell you that I love your food
I know it doesn't come easy
But you know it reminds me where I'm from

Whoa
I'm in another city
I got nobody with me
And it just really hit me

That I quite miss home
And I miss you telling me
To leave my shoes at the door
'Cause you just swept the floor
And the dirt drives me crazy

Yeah, I quite miss home
'Cause it feels like poetry
When the rain falls down on the window
While you're in my arms
And we're watching the TV
Yeah, I quite miss home
Yeah, I quite miss home

And I quite miss home

Yeah, I miss you telling me
To leave my shoes at the door
'Cause you just swept the floor
And the dirt drives you crazy
Oh, I just miss home, no, no

'Cause it feels like poetry
As the rain falls down on the window
While you're in my arms
And we're watching the TV
Oh, I miss home
Yeah, I quite miss home, no
Oh, I quite miss home
Yeah
Yeah, I quite miss home

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As soon as they got off stage, Louis threw his arms around Harry's neck and wrapped his arms around the man's waist. Harry kissed his temple and nuzzled into the crook of Louis' neck. He couldn't put into words how fucking much he missed Louis.

"I love you Hazza. I never stopped," Louis whispered quietly. "Maybe you don't love me anymore, but I physically can't be without y-"

Harry cut him off by pulling away and pressing his own lips to Louis' softly. Louis squeaked in surprise but kissed back eagerly, moving his lips in sync with Harry's.

Louis pulled away, slightly out of breath. "Of course I still love you Boo," Harry told him with a fond smile. Louis returned the gesture and settled himself back on his feet but kept his arms around Harry's neck, absentmindedly playing with the hair there. He definitely missed the long curls but the short hair looked amazing on Harry as well. Harry looks good in everything.

Besides a mustache. Louis wrinkled his nose at that decision. 

Harry kissed Louis' forehead. "With all my heart."

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