Lost {Larry AU}

Lost {Larry AU}

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Lost; the perfect word to describe me. I've lost my family, my friends. "Oh how you ask? Well that's another story for a different time." But anyway, I've lost everything. It's only me in this small flat, waiting for my life to change Banging at a keyboard for 8 hours a day trying to write my next best seller I've lost my magic touch, you know the one that makes you good at what you do. Like a singer, each one has a touch to their voice that makes it special If only writing was as easy as singing Man, how I'd love to change my life, maybe find a hot guy, Get married to him and adopt a few dozen kids and give up my writing gig. "Oh look, another phone call from my publisher. I think I'll let it go to voicemail." This is my life, it's so fun isn't it? -Louis Tomlinson
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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. ------------------------------------ It's a story from Archive of our own! All credit goes to suicxne! :) Hope you enjoy!  

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