Because Of You
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“Hey Haz.” Louis tried carefully, staring at the hollow shell of a boy that stood in front of him, looking back at him dopily. “What do you know, it talks.” He murmured to himself, eyes running up and down Louis’ body to take everything in. “Of course I talk, it’s really me, Harry.” Louis voice came out a bit thick, wondering what was going to happen. Something changed in Harry’s face the moment he realised he wasn’t talking to himself, that he was talking to Louis. The Louis that he was supposed to never see again, the Louis that left three years ago to move on. He was real, in front of him, talking, breathing, being. The Louis that ruined him.
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All Harry really ever wanted was a brother. Sadly, Louis wasn’t aware of that.
[Inspired by Kelly Clarkson's 'Because Of You']
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Summary: Louis finds himself out of place in LA, unable to get at an itch that's been bothering him for years. He supposes back in the early days, home hadn't been a place. It'd been a person. He'd etched it permanently into his skin for fucks sake. It was always him and Harry. Stuck to each other like super glue. Pulled together by some magnetic force, existing in their own bubble. Everyone could see it, but that was half the problem, wasn't it? It's not like Louis can pinpoint the exact moment in time when him and Harry fell out of sync. There wasn't really one at all. It had been a gradual slip, like the tide wearing away at a sandstone cliff. Chipping the solid foundations until there was nothing left to stop the structure falling to the waves below. It's not like he spends all of his time sitting around moping over a lost friendship, he's good at distractions. But LA only seems to accentuate the distance between them. Two separate planets, not even in the same solar systemComplete
Before
It's been six years since the band went on its famous hiatus. Six years of solo and independence, whether he wanted it or not, knowing he had to take the time to rebuild himself. He did what needed to be done. It has been six years since Louis's life was turned upside down, and now it is about to happen again. The band is reuniting, and Harry Styles is about to step into his life once again. He promises to everyone that dares to ask that he is ready. Yet, his reassuring words, when spoken, are less felt in his soul. Will he be strong enough? Sometimes, even he doesn't know how his own mind works, what is truly buried and anesthetized there, under ruins of unconscious thoughts. But Harry. That much he knows. He is about to meet his ex-best friend again, and only God knows how's that's gonna go. Louis just hopes for the best. In other words, it is the one in which Harry storms back into Louis's life and makes him forget what breathing means; and staring at each other's eyes is their favorite renewed hobby.Complete
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Harry stood there in the moonlight with his arms wrapped around Louis as the older lad swayed them in front of the building’s door, not sure what to say to him, how to explain himself. But at the same time all Harry could think was that friends don’t do this, two people working together can’t do this. At this point though he couldn’t care less about what he was told he couldn’t do. So before he let go of the man in his arms and without thinking he dipped his head and gently pressed his lips to Louis’ cheek, making the older lad freeze before he grinned softly to himself. “Goodnight Lou.” And before Louis could mutter anything back, before he could ask another question Harry released himself out of Louis' grip and walked towards the door of his building, but not without hearing a quiet “goodnight Haz” behind him. Or Harry Styles. It was a name everyone knew, a person the public loved. But he had one impossible task. Write and record his third album in a month. This is where Louis Tomlinson comes in. He wasn’t famous, not by any means. But this songwriter was going to make Harry's album possible. That is if fans, the media and falling in love don’t get in the way first.Complete
Past lives
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"Get lost, pig. I have you know, I'm an aspiring model and I have no time for frat boys like you." "I-I'm not a frat. I'm H-Harry by t-the way." Louis only looked at him with an unamused face, raising his hand to his lips, taking a drag from his cigar. Harry was silent for a while before an idea popped in his head. "My- my band." The curly haired boy said. "My band is looking for a model." "Oh yeah? You can sing?" Louis said, blowing out the smoke from his cigar. "Y-Yeah." "Sing me a song then." Harry's eyes widened. "U-uhm, I dont have-" "C'mon. Sing." Louis pushed on. Harry gulped, nodding. "Funny how it seems like yesterday. As I recall you were looking out of place. Gathered up your things and slipped away. No time at all I followed you into the hall. Cigarette daydreams. You were only seventeen. Soft speak with a mean streak. Nearly brought me to my knees." Harry sang, trying to hit the right notes in the right places. He thought he did alright. Louis smirked, biting the end of his cigar to hold it between his teeth as he neared to a nervous Harry. "Who's your manager?" "The b-blonde boy with t-the bike." Harry pointed behind him. Harry lied but he hoped Louis didn't notice that. Louis turned his attention to the boy waving at him from across the street. He nodded, looking back to Harry. "Here's my number." Louis picked out a pen from the pocket of his jean jacket and grabbed Harry's hand, starting to write his digits on Harry's palm. "Call me." He walked back to his house, winking at Harry. Harry grinned at him, blushing and turned around to his blonde, irish friend, running to him saying, "We need to make a band." ________________________________________ Inspired by the movie, Sing Street.
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