Summary:
"Fuck you," Louis gritted through smiling teeth as he watched Harry gingerly buckle up his son in the back of the car waiting for them outside of the grocery store. "Fuck you and your fucking husband and fucking countryside ranch house and fucking baby. Fuck all of it," and he lifted a hand to wave politely in their direction before the car sped off and he was left wondering how many times Harry Styles was going to walk out of his life before it stopped hurting.
or
Six years after the breakup, Louis is the CEO of the family corporation and Harry is married with a kid.
Comment:
Another heavy fic, don't honestly know what to feel at the moment.
Author: dallystrings
