hilourry
Summary:
Louis and Harry try to break up.
Work Text:
"Hey, Lou, what's up?" Zayn asks when he answers the phone.
"I'm giving Harry his stuff back today," Louis says proudly. "He's coming over to take it."
"So you two are really breaking up? You've been dating for over two years though. What happened?" Zayn says, sighing on the other end of the line.
"We just thought it'd be best to see other people now. We've been together for too long and it's just time for us to explore without each other," Louis shrugs. "It was mutual."
"If you say so," Zayn says uneasily.
"It'll be fine. I put all his stuff in a box and I'm ready to move on," Louis says, fixing his hair in the mirror. He puts it into a messy fringe; Harry's favorite. "I'll call you later, love you."
"Bye, Lou. Good luck, love you too," Zayn says and Louis ends the conversation. Louis sprays some light cologne on his chest, the one that always drove Harry crazy and caused him to nuzzle at his neck, sucking bruises all over it. He shivers a little bit at the thought because the two of them really did have some great times and the sex was, well, mind blowing. Louis isn't sure if anyone could live up to his standards now, but, hey, he can live. If not, they sell toys for that, right? Or maybe he can ask Harry to make one of those clone a willy things, so he can basically still have his cock, just not him as a person. Louis tries not to dwell on it too long.
His phone buzzes and he sees it's Harry.
be there in a few x
Louis sighs deeply, deciding to make his bed for once. Harry always scolded him for not doing it more often, but Louis made the argument he'd be sleeping in it just a few hours later, so. Harry never argued with Louis about much, it was never worth the effort.
The doorbell rings shortly after and Louis bounces down the stairs to open the door. When he sees Harry standing their, his hair pulled back by a scarf, his shirt only buttoned half way, his lips twisted into a small smile, Louis feels a little twist of his gut.
"Hey," he says, trying to keep his voice light.
"Hey," Harry says back.
"I have your stuff," Louis says. "Come in."
Harry follows him into the flat and Louis sways his hips a bit more than necessary. He bends down slowly, picking up the large box of stuff that belongs to Harry. They practically lived together with how often Harry was at his place, and Louis decided to keep a few of Harry's things, like his stained gray jumper and one of headbands, even kept his shampoo in the shower, just because.
"Thanks," Harry says, taking the box from him. They look at each other for a moment and Louis coughs awkwardly.
"So, any plans for the night, then?"
"Nah, planned to stay in and watch a movie or something. Maybe work on my lit paper," Harry shrugs.
"Okay. You should get going then," Louis says, bouncing on his heels.
"Yeah, guess so. I'll, uh, see you around then?" Harry asks.
"Yeah," Louis nods.
"Alright. Goodbye, Louis," Harry says, making absolutely no move to leave.
"Bye," Louis says quietly. Harry watches him, biting his lip and giving him a once over. He drops the box on the floor and pins Louis to the wall suddenly, leaning down to capture Louis' lips. Louis squawks in protest and surprise, putting his hands on Harry's chest.
