Don't Let Things Die [L.S]

2012

Technically here is still Monday, so I didn't break my promise :)

Also, tomorrow (Tuesday 2nd) is my birthday. So you better wish me a happy birthday.
I'm waiting 😠

Anyways.
Writing this fic is making me really emotional and I don't know why.

Hope you're enjoying it so far!

Mag 🦋

2012

"Ugh... I loved that sweater." - I said, as soon as I recognized myself taking a seat next to Harry, both of them getting ready for an interview.

"Yeah." - Emily said, thoughtful. - "Honestly, being twenty suited you. You look way better than 2011."

"Thanks?"

"Though, you at twenty-one? Was su-pe-rior."

I laughed, shaking my head.

"How does this work? Do you have a mind of your own, or are you actually speaking my own thoughts?" - I asked her and she smirked.

"I'm the evolved version of your mind, you could say." - She said, with a twirl of her hand.

"So, basically you're calling me stupid again but with other words, great." - I rolled my eyes.

"Could be, yeah." - She smirked. - "Now shh. It's about to start!" - She pointed to my younger self and Harry, still getting ready, checking their microphones one last time before the producers started recording.

The camera started rolling as Harry and my younger self were still accommodating.
Then, the french interviewer, out of frame, asked the first question.

"So, you met each other thanks to the X Factor?"

"Yeah." - Harry said, still wiggling in his seat.

My younger self then grabbed Harry's chair and pulled him closer.

"Tell us a story about the X factor." - The interviewer said next.

"I remember this." - I whispered to Emily.

"Yeah?" - She smiled, hope in her eyes.

"Yeah, we stole that picture." - I said, pointing to the picture on the floor next to Harry, the one with the ballet dancer. - "We kept it the whole tour with us for good luck." - I laughed.

"That's what you remember?" - She rolled her eyes. - "I'm starting to lose hope, here."

"I think I'm killing it." - I smirked, bumping her arm. - "Now let me listen." - I whispered again.

When I returned my attention to the interview, they were just changing the topic.

"You're five and you're friends? Or more like brothers?" - The french woman asked.

"Yes, absolutely." - Harry said, almost interrupting her. - "We are friends. But say, when we need each other we're more like brothers." - Then Harry looked intensely at young Louis. - "Cause we're so close and we literally see each other every day, and... we spend every minute of every each day together, so yeah." - He returned to look at the camera, half smiling.

"You live together?" - She asked then.

"Yes." - Both young Louis and Harry replied, now hugging each other and looking into each other's eyes for a moment.