When Darcy finds a trunk full of old photographs from the 1950s and a journal belonging to someone called H, she seeks help from her grandmother who directs her to H himself. The journal is full of years' worth of entries. A love story between H and L. The only problem is it doesn't add up with the photographs to Darcy. Darcy wants to know his story, not only from the journal but from the cryptic man himself. Or an AU where a girl finds a diary from when H and L were young in the 1950s. "My dear. My darling. My golden love."

Dalliance Noun /ˈdalēəns/ a brief casual romantic or sexual relationship. I would tell you how they met, how their love story if that's what you chose to call it, but showing you may be easier, it may explain the sides of their story in full.

"So, you want to be a snobby journalist?" Louis says with a smirk. He lets go of Harry's hand, but Harry finds himself wishing he didn't. It gave him a bit of comfort and took a bit of the anxiety off his chest. "No," Harry says quickly. "No, I want to write for a magazine or be a photographer for a magazine... or something. I don't know," "Sounds like you do," Louis says with a smile. Harry shrugs, a little embarrassed. "What about you then?" "Journalism," Louis says. "I do want to be a snobby journalist," Harry laughs loudly and then quickly covers his mouth. Louis smiles and Harry sees the way his eyes crinkle and he really just wants to keep talking to him. But he can't because they've reached the door at the end of the hall, and they have to focus on their internship. His time is theirs for the next eight hours.

WARNING: PHYSICAL ABUSE Louis Tomlinson deserves an Oscar. He swears it. He thinks that Harry Styles deserves one too. Being roommates with Harry Styles for four years, watching him fall in love with the worst people and taking hits that he doesn't deserve, and then Louis pretending like he doesn't see it and that it doesn't bother him are grounds for Oscars for the both of them.

He wants to take it back, he wants to make it so this isn't how it has to be. But he can't. He wants to hold the pieces of Harry together until they stay, but he knows that he did this, it's his fault that Harry's broken like this. He felt Harry fall apart in his hand as he forced his signature, he felt him shatter against his chest when he held him in the car on their way back home. "I don't want this," Harry says with a wobbly voice when Louis' I'm sorry's have run out. "I know, darling,"

Harry and Louis have been friends since they were young, only living a street apart for years. They played with toy trains and paper airplanes, they walked into their very first and very last day of primary school hand in hand, they asked each other embarrassing questions that left their cheeks tinted pint as they navigated puberty through middle school, they shared their first kiss together because they were too nervous to ask anyone else, they blurred the lines constantly between friendship and something more.

*WARNING* Drug use and nonconsensual sex When Harry gets home, after he's dragged his sore body up the stairs, he lays on the tile floor under the scalding hot water in the shower, fully clothed, until it runs freezing cold over him. He tries to cry, to do something to make his body feel normal, but he can't. It's like his soul was torn from his body and left on that floor. He scratches at his skin and scrubs the parts of his body that aren't covered in clothes trying to clean himself of the night. It doesn't work. When he looks at himself in the mirror, his tongue is still blue from the pills, his skin is red, bruised, and cut from his nails, and there's still bright red lipstick stuck to his skin like a tattoo.

Louis self-sabotages relationships as soon as he feels he's getting too comfortable. He thinks that he doesn't deserve the love that others are offering him because how could he when he can't give them the same love back?

It's been ten months since One Direction decided to go on hiatus. They said hiatus and Harry meant it, but he knows the rest of the boys meant breaking up. Harry won't let it go, the second the boys say they want it back, Harry will be the first one running to them. He will be the first one running to Louis, just as he always has been.

Harry knows damn well that Lou would ruin himself for him over and over and over again. He knows this because he has done it a million little times before.