faded dreams ↛ larry au

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"dream as if you'll live forever. live as if you'll die tomorrow."

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louis was stuck staring up at his ceiling wall, on the floor. since it eliminated the possibility of him falling asleep, which eliminated harry from even popping into his thoughts for a second.

or not.

apparently avoiding thinking about harry, involved thinking about harry.

it was never ending. louis couldn't escape it and he was going mad. all the opinions and comments about harry and himself were a constant replay.

"just forget about him."

"he's trouble."

"who wears jeans that tight?!"

"hes not good for you."

"well, if you're into bad boys...."

louis groaned digging the heels of his palms into his eyes.

not being able to handle it any more, he got up and snatched his jacket. running out the door before he could talk himself out of it.

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louis found himself in front of that bar where he first saw harry. and he knew why he was there, but he never actually expected to find him.

but of course, there he was.

dancing.

his mind was buzzing, regretting coming to find harry, but also intrigued by the boy.

by now, harry had spotted him and was making his way (stumbling actually) over to the lad.

"loulou!" harry slurred.

"you're drunk."

"just a bit." harry smiled too big.

louis smiled right on back.

harry took a step closer, neither of them knowing why. and louis knew he should step back but he didn't want to; he was drawn to the warmth of harry. and he hated himself for it.

harry didn't want him. harry had rejected him and used him. he wasn't a goddamn tissue. but he knew he shouldn't read into things, shouldn't push harry into something he didn't want. him.

harry didn't want him.

his thoughts reminded him, but harry started getting closer and closer. his hips swaying to the beat of whatever ridiculous song was playing. and now louis could smell harry, a mixture of sweat, beer, and honey cinnamon.

louis tried his best not to nestle his face into harry and smell him for the rest of his life.

louis grabbed harry's beer and gulped the rest of it. shaking his fringe and proceeding to sway his hips too, against harry's.

harry grabbed his waist and held them closer together. louis tried not to notice the way harry was looking at him.

he tried not to read into the sex or the fact that harry was actually there beside him in the morning. he tried to pretend it was normal that they were eating breakfast together this time, a meal that they both cooked; laughing and making a mess.

no, louis didn't want to make it seem like they were something. but harry kept looking at him as is he were more than a meaningless fuck and it made louis' head spin.

everything was going perfect, and when louis left later that evening, he didn't reply everything over and over again. nope not at all.