Don't Let It Break Your Heart - A Larry/1D story

Larry epilogue 2/3

Authors note: here's a continuation to build on the intimacy and warmth of Harry and Louis's evening together. This part deepens their connection through meaningful conversation and a bit of reminiscing, allowing a glimpse into their shared history, dreams, and enduring love. Enjoy!

Larry Epilogue #2

Harry's POV

A few hours later, I wake to the faintest glimmer of light spilling through the curtains. Louis is still curled against me, his breathing soft and steady. In sleep, his face is completely relaxed, and I feel a surge of affection watching him, this perfect quietness that only seems to find us here, in the small hours of the morning.

Unable to resist, I run my fingers gently through his hair. He stirs, his eyes fluttering open, and a sleepy smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

"Can't sleep, love?" he murmurs, his voice husky with sleep.

I shake my head, grinning. "Guess I'm just too happy to sleep." He laughs softly, shifting to pull me closer. We settle back, his head resting on my chest, and I let my fingers trace slow, absentminded patterns along his back.

"I was thinking," I start, unsure of where I'm even going with this. "Remember that tiny flat we had in London? Barely big enough for us and Cliff?"

He chuckles, a sound that feels like warmth spreading through me. "How could I forget? You practically had to leap over the coffee table just to open the front door."

I laugh, recalling how cramped that place was. It was all we could afford at the time, but we were just so happy to be there together that it didn't matter.

"Those were good times," he says softly, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "Feels like we've been through so much together, doesn't it?"

"Yeah. I wouldn't change any of it, though," I reply. "It's strange to think back on how young we were, how much we didn't know...but we figured it out. Together."

He reaches up, running his fingers along my jaw. "I think that's what I love most about us, Hazza. No matter what we faced, we always figured it out together."

We fall into silence, content just lying there. I close my eyes, letting the memories wash over me, each one stitched into the fabric of who we've become.

Later, when the sun has risen fully, we finally roll out of bed and head downstairs. I make us a pot of coffee, and we stand by the kitchen window, sipping from our mugs and watching Cliff romp around the yard, tail wagging as he chases birds. The morning light catches on Louis's face, highlighting every curve, every line, every beloved detail I know by heart.

"What?" he asks, catching me staring.

I grin, shrugging. "Just admiring you."

He shakes his head, chuckling. "You're insufferable, you know that?"

I pull him into a hug, and he relaxes against me, letting out a soft sigh. We stay like that, leaning against each other, our fingers intertwined. The world outside feels distant, irrelevant—it's just the two of us, right here, right now, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

We spend the rest of the morning taking it easy, moving around the house in a comfortable rhythm. At one point, I head to the library, sorting through some old papers. Louis joins me, pulling out a photo album from one of the shelves.

"Look at this," he says, opening it to a picture of us from years ago—arms slung around each other, wide grins on our faces.

"Oh wow," I laugh. "Look how young we were. I'd almost forgotten about this."

"Yeah, me too. Funny how life keeps moving, and yet...some things stay the same."

He flips through the album, and we linger over each picture, laughing at the memories. There's a shot of our first dog, a scrappy little terrier named Max; one of us at a beach bonfire with friends; another of us at a Christmas party, caught in an awkward dance pose that had everyone laughing. Each one feels like a chapter of a book we're still writing.

"I love this one," Louis says, pointing to a photo of us from a few years ago. We're sitting on a park bench, bundled up in coats, our faces close as we share a secret smile.

"That was taken just a few days after we decided to go on tour together," I say, the memory coming back clearly. "We were so nervous about it...wondering if it was the right choice."

Louis nods. "And it ended up being one of the best decisions we ever made." He closes the album, looking at me. "Life's funny, isn't it? Sometimes the things you're most unsure of turn out to be the best parts."

I lean over, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "You're the best part, Lou. You always have been."

He blushes, shoving me lightly. "Alright, enough with the mushy stuff," he laughs, though I can tell he's happy. "Let's take Cliff for a walk before he destroys something."

We grab Cliff's leash, and he practically bounces to the door, wagging his tail like mad. We walk along the tree-lined streets of our neighborhood, the autumn leaves crunching underfoot. There's a slight chill in the air, the kind that feels refreshing and makes you want to hold onto the people you love a little tighter.

Louis slips his hand into mine as we walk, and I feel that familiar warmth, that sense of grounding that comes only from him. We don't talk much, just enjoying the peacefulness of the morning and each other's company.

Eventually, we reach a small park with a view of the city skyline. We sit on a bench, letting Cliff wander around nearby. Louis rests his head on my shoulder, and we watch as the sun climbs higher, casting a golden light over everything.

"Have you thought about what's next?" I ask quietly. "After the tour, I mean."

He shrugs, looking thoughtful. "I don't know. I suppose we'll figure it out when the time comes. For now, I'm just happy to be here with you."

"Yeah," I say, a smile playing at my lips. "That's all I want, too."

We sit there for a while, just watching the world go by, and I realize that no matter what the future holds, I have everything I need right here. This life, this love—it's all I ever wanted, and I wouldn't trade it for anything.

As the sun begins to dip lower, casting long shadows over the park, Louis takes my hand and squeezes it, his gaze soft and full of unspoken words. I turn to him, mirroring his look, and we share a quiet smile, a silent promise that whatever comes next, we'll face it together.

And somehow, I know we will.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed that!  I've had a big writing slump but I've gotten out of it. Also, I've changed it to 3 Larry epilogues, the next one being proposal/ Wedding!!