Larry one shots

A bitter sweet reunion 💙💚

Written 25/03/24

The fluorescent lights hummed softly backstage, casting a warm glow over the cluttered dressing rooms. Harry leaned against the wall, nervously fiddling with his peace ring. It had been years since he'd seen Louis, and now, as they prepared to share the stage once again, a whirlwind of emotions churned inside him.

The door creaked open, and there he was – Louis, with his trademark grin and mischievous glint in his eyes. Harry's breath caught in his throat as memories flooded back – the late-night conversations, the shared laughter, the unspoken longing.

"Harry," Louis said, his voice a mixture of surprise and delight. "Fancy seeing you here."

Harry swallowed hard, trying to steady his racing heart. "Yeah, it's, uh, been a while."

Louis stepped closer, his gaze searching Harry's face as if trying to unravel the years of separation. "You look good," he said softly, a hint of wistfulness in his tone.

"You too," Harry replied, feeling a rush of warmth at the compliment.

They stood there for a moment, the air heavy with unspoken words and unfinished conversations. Then, Louis broke the silence with a sheepish smile. "Remember when we used to prank each other before every show?"

Harry chuckled, the tension easing between them. "How could I forget? You were always the mastermind behind those antics."

Louis grinned, a familiar twinkle in his eyes. "Well, I may have a few tricks up my sleeve for old times' sake."

As they exchanged playful banter and shared stories of their time apart, Harry felt a sense of ease wash over him. Despite the years and the distance, their connection was still as strong as ever.

Suddenly, the stage manager's voice crackled over the intercom, announcing that it was time for their soundcheck. Harry glanced at Louis, a nervous energy coursing through him.

"Ready to do this?" Louis asked, his gaze steady and reassuring.

Harry nodded, a surge of determination rising within him. "Yeah, let's give them a show they'll never forget".

With that, they made their way to the stage, side by side like old times. As they sang and danced under the bright lights, their voices blending together in perfect harmony, Harry knew that no matter where life took them, their bond would always remain unbreakable.

Backstage, after the final encore had ended and the crowd had dispersed, Harry found the courage to speak the words he'd been longing to say for years.

"Louis," Harry began, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know we've been through a lot, and things haven't always been easy between us. But every moment we've spent together, every laugh, every tear – it's all led me back to this."

Louis grip's a hold of Harry's hand, a silent reassurance that he was listening, that he was here, in this moment, with Harry.

"I never thought I'd get the chance to tell you this," Harry continued, his voice growing stronger with each word. "But I love you, Louis. I've loved you from the first moment we met, and I'll love you for the rest of my life."

Tears shimmered in Louis's eyes, reflecting the intensity of his emotions. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out – instead, he leaned forward, closing the distance between them, and pressed his lips to Harry's in a tender, passionate kiss.

In that moment, everything else faded away – the noise of the crowd, the weight of their past, the uncertainty of the future – until all that remained was the warmth of Louis's lips against his own, the gentle caress of his hands on his cheeks, the overwhelming rush of emotion that threatened to consume them both.

And as they pulled away, breathless and trembling, Harry knew that their reunion tour was not just a celebration of their past, but a promise of their future – together, forever, as one.