Unreleased (From You)

A few minutes passed with the two sitting in silence-neither leaving, but neither quite wanting to stay- until Louis suddenly turned to Harry, his blue eyes piercing into Harry's once they met. His eyebrows were furrowed, his lips pursed. Harry knew that look well, the one he always wore when he was deep in thought, ruminating over what he wanted to say next. Harry's nerves buzzed underneath his skin, his muscles taut as he waited for what Louis would say.
"Are you happy?" Louis finally spoke.
Harry gave Louis a wry smile before shaking his head slowly.
"No," he murmured, voice just loud enough to be heard. "But I am happy that you care enough to ask."

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Or- The aftermath of Harry and Louis' breakup through the lens of Harry's songs.