the watermelon fic

Meloncholy

Louis loved Harry, and Harry loved Louis. Neither of the boys decided to tell each other, as they felt as if it would be awkward, considering they had parted ways in 2015, nearly five years ago. However, something about Harry's charm lured Louis in, despite how painful the break up of both the band and their relationship felt, and despite how it felt wrong as their management told them to stay apart. They had barely seen each other — in fact, the most communication they had was through a couple of text messages about their new songs before the releases. Louis dearly missed the bundle of joy named Harry — he missed his bunny-teethed grin that radiated a wholesome warmth alongside his dimples.

Though, it was until today when Louis' hopes didn't feel so out of touch. Harry had messaged him, asking for some inspiration for a new song and wanted to invite him over.

Harry: Hey Louis, just wanted to ask if you'd be alright with helping me out with a new song. Let me know if you're available :).
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What the fuck? Is this for real?, Were the questions that Louis could only think of.

He responded within a minute or two,
Louis: Sure, mate. You in London?

Turns out, Harry had moved somewhere completely different, and before Louis knew it, he was on a plane that Harry kindly paid for. And once he got there, Harry had left his door open for him.

Louis really was so in love at this point, he almost felt like he wanted to ask him out all over again.

The only issue was that Louis had never felt so ashamed of his own love. As soon as he saw that beautiful, curly haired, green-eyed man on his sofa, he felt more disgust rather than love.

It went a little bit like this... Louis strolled through the door, warning Harry through a text that he came in, as he didn't want to frighten him. He peeked through the door frame as he took his shoes off and there was a strange echo coming from the second room down the hallway's entrance. It sounded almost like a person in pain, so Louis stealthily crept through, feeling a surge of panic in his chest as he didn't know what to expect.

And there he was: Mr Harry Edward Styles.

He was having a wank to Louis William Tomlinson's photo from the 1883 Magazine as he rubbed a literal watermelon slice along his anus, whilst moaning obscenities.

Louis wasn't quite sure on what to do. So, the most reasonable reaction he could think of was screaming, "What the fuck are you doing?!"

Harry jumped, dropping both the magazine and watermelon slice on the floor, scrambling for his brown trousers and apologising frantically.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. It's not what you think-"

But Harry couldn't finish his sentence, as Louis backed out as swiftly as he could, before running outside. He glanced at the greenery he managed to catch in the corner of his eye: a watermelon farm. It really was massive, the watermelon farm — that was the only thing Louis could think of.

Harry eventually caught up to the blue-eyed boy, who was in awe of his creation. He gently placed his hand on Louis' shoulder, "Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't know-"

Louis wacked his hand off, anxiety rushing through his whole body as he couldn't even look the man in the eyes anymore, let alone be touched by him, "Don't touch me, fucking creep."