Harry laid on the couch, looking through a photo album. He saw a picture of the two at the beach, and they had their arms wrapped around each other, heads leaned close together with their eyes closed.
That was when he first figured out they liked each other. They had hugged each other for a picture, but then moved closer to each other slowly. They never did get to kiss. The flash had went off and they pulled away from each other with red cheeks.
"Remember when we went to take this and-" Harry turns his head, but instead finds an empty space to him. He stares at nothing, and sighs softly. "I miss you." He lets out a bitter laugh.
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forgetting [ larry stylinson au ]
Fanfiction"dead? he's dead?" or an au in which harry tries anyway possible to talk to louis again, even though he's dead. 13+ (mentions of suicide and depression)
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