Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. WARNING: all rights go to velvetoscar on ao3 Cover made by: whatkooloser

"I heard your songs." Harry breaks the silence. "I saw the videos... You were really brave, Lou, you're so brave. I'm so proud of you." And, of course, Louis breaks down again. It must sound stupid, but this last phrase was the only thing he's ever wanted to hear from Harry and he never did. At least not in this way. or After Louis' performance in Madrid on the 14th of September, he waits desperately for a call in hope he can fix the things he broke about 2 years ago. When he does get the call, it's not what he expected, but maybe that's even better.