harry sat at a bar, somewhere in the middle of los angeles, holding his glass tightly with his left hand; so tightly he could see his skin stretching over the blue and purple veins. with the other hand he scrolled through his twitter timeline, something he had stopped doing often since the management team had taken over his account.
he scrolled and favorited a handful of random tweets from fans, not caring what they said anymore. they'd probably eventually be unfavorited anyway. he stopped, however, when he saw a tweet from louis in his timeline.
@louis_tomlinson:
always in my heart @harry_styles .
yours sincerely, louis
he remembered this tweet. louis had tweeted it the day that modest told them they couldn't be together. he had never been one to follow the rules, now it had a whole 1 million retweets.
then harry cried, really cried. he hated crying, naturally he blamed it on the alcohol. leaving louis was one of the hardest things he'd ever had to do.
for the sake of liam, zayn, and niall's careers, harry and louis made a mutual decision to avoid each other as much as they could. no calls, no texts, and especially no tweets.
but now, in this state of alcohol induced hysteria, harry frankly did not - could not - give a shit. he found the number he hadn't called in years in his contacts and dialed it with a shaking hand.
waiting for louis to pick up, harry found himself needing to lay down, so he stood from his stool and found a couch in the back, where he stretched his legs and braced himself for whatever was to come.
when he heard louis' voice through the phone, he felt an urge to throw something, or a need for a long hug. he wasn't sure at all.
"harry?" louis' voice sounded heavy with sleep, and harry realized that he had paid no regards to the time before he called.
"louis," was all he could say. he hadn't spoken to louis except for in groups of people in a very long time, and the sound of his voice directed toward him, only him, was becoming all too much for harry.
"harry, we're not supposed to-"
"did you mean it?" and harry could only hope that louis cared enough to know what he meant.
after an eternity of silence, louis responded with a crack in his voice.
"of course i did. i meant it then, and i mean it now." and that was enough for harry to start full on sobbing. he didn't dare remove the phone from his ear, fearing another loss of what wasn't even his.
and after a while harry realized that louis had hung up. he wasn't angry, but he was sad. completely devastated.
then, for the first time in a very long time, harry closed his eyes and hoped to god that someday he could be at peace with himself, with louis, and with anything else he ever destroyed.
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yes i published a larry au in a book that has nothing to do with one direction idc
