suburbia - ls

beginning.

it starts quite simple actually.

it doesn't start off as complicated as you think, there's no analysis required to understand the feeling louis and harry experience with each other that resembled the explosion of stars or the happiness of a child with a fucking hershey's bar.

and there's definitely no doctor, medicine, or therapy in the entire world that could heal louis of the memories that are still planted in his mind like once vibrant and beautiful wild flowers slowly crippling. and louis is almost absolutely sure that there's nothing anyone could do to erase the memory of silently crawling into harry's bed when the night slowly approached and his hands would roam harry's body until the tips of his fingers met harry's, they'd interwind their fingers and lock them, and in that moment, everything was okay.

fuck that.

everything was amazing.

everything was spectacular.

now, everything is a memory.

because those were the nights that louis could sleep without tossing and turning and getting up at least 19 times every hour (he's been counting.) usually louis would make a cup of tea or take a piss or take a couple laps around his lonely house, so he can take a break from the loneliness in his mind, so he can try and do something- anything - other than think about the isolated thought in his brain about harry fucking styles.

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jesus christ okay it's been so long since i've written so i'm a bit crusty lmao. also, i'm not sure what type of fic this is because it's not an au but it also might not be real. this story is 100% based on different txf/louisandharry fallout theories and @/inkedfondness aka noelle's tweets lol

so yeah i hope you guys enjoy this story, it's a bit different than what i'm used to bc non-au stories are so hard to write.

also; this is a solo harry/ post 1d break up story. i warned you.