Larry Oneshots

our last summer💞

Context:

'I was so happy we had met, it was the age of no regret...'

It's 2020 and Larry are broken up, have been since One Direction went on hiatus.
Harry still isn't over Louis, and when 'Our Last Summer' by ABBA plays on the radio, he realizes he can't take it anymore.

IN THIS AU HARRY IS OUT AS BI IN PUBLIC!

The story is inspired by ABBA's 'Our Last Summer'.

~ 3000 words

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*Harry's POV*

I was lying on my back on the couch in the living room, just staring at the ceiling. The radio was softly playing in the background, but I didn't really pay attention.

It's been ten years now - Ten years since everything started, ten years since the five of us climbed that stage as One Direction for the very first time. Ten years since Louis. Or at least that's what could have been. Instead, it's five years without him now, five years since he ended it all, five years since he had a baby with someone else. In short, ten years since my world was filled with light and five years since it shattered.

I didn't even realize how my face was flooded with tears again, until they were running down my neck and seeping through my t-shirt. I tried to focus on my breathing as it was faltering and shaking, counting each breath to calm down. The radio was playing ads for children's toys. Maybe Louis was hearing that too just now, maybe he was going to get these exact toys for his own son. Freddie.

My breathing grew erratic again. I sat up on the couch, straightening my back and moving my arms in slow circular motions, drawing my hands down in front of my face, eyes closed. Just breathe.

The toy ad came to an end and my heart seemed to unclench a little. Until a soft tune started playing.

"I can still recall our last summer

I still see it all

Walks along the Seine,

laughing in the rain"

I froze. Immediately, all the memories I had tried to suppress for so long started flooding back, filling my mind and knocking the air out of my lungs. 

All I could see was blue - A kind of blue so radiant and crystal clear it should have belonged to an ocean underneath the sun, or to the ice of a glacier, but instead it belonged to his eyes. 

And all I could hear was laughter - A kind of laughter so bright and carefree it should have belonged in a Disney movie, but instead it belonged to him.

All I could feel was warmth - A kind of warmth so tingling yet soft it should have belonged to a camp fire, but instead it belonged to his touch.

I remembered it all so clearly - the summer of 2014, when we felt like the world was ours to conquer and nothing could dim the light and happiness we had found within each other. Our last summer.

After that it was only broken dreams.

I felt like I didn't have any tears left to cry, there was only emptiness filling me up as I was staring out the window, focusing on nothing.

It didn't matter anyway. It couldn't get worse anymore. I had tried to protect myself from something like this for such a long time, but now my walls had mercilessly been broken down.

There was another thought that came floating through my mind, dancing around and lingering there, waiting to be processed. The album. He had released his first album barely two months ago.