#breakupos

Heart that I Let Down by YesIsAWorld @louandhazaf

Length: 4k

Where do broken hearts go? Louis took Harry’s with him when he went to LA, now Harry’s on a mission to find him.

We Had a Good Thing (Going) by phdmama @phd-mama

Length: 4k

Sometimes things fall apart.

deleted your number (so i can’t call you) by tofiveohfive @tofiveohfive

Length: 9k

Harry wakes up to a voicemail.

It’s Saturday morning and it’s raining, a barely there drizzle. He sees the notification as soon as he picks up his phone from the bedside table, bleary eyes making it hard to distinguish the words. He’s got a few instagram mentions, a couple unread texts, but what really stands out is the “Missed Call and Voicemail”.

From Louis.

Or the ten hours before Harry comes home to Louis, and the five hours after he does.

When You Look Like That by hrrytomlinson

Length: 16k

“You… you still have the dress form I got you for your eighteenth birthday? You've kept it for ten years, Harry?” Louis’ eyes flick around Harry’s studio. It’s big and modern, with floor to ceiling windows that help flood the room in bright sunlight, just like the lobby. However, he can't stop staring at the faded, but present, heart surrounding the “H + L” written delicately in Louis’ handwriting in the center of the mannequin.

Louis is a songwriter who is nominated for a Grammy and he needs a suit. Fast. He seeks out help from a very popular, very mysterious designer who just so happens to be his ex-boyfriend.

Always In My Heart by TellMeThisIsNotLove

Length: 38k

“I’m sorry if I say I need you” the moment the first notes left Harry's lips it was clear he was not ready for this. His voice cracked, it was powerless, it sounded like the saddest symphony ever written. It was painful to listen to.

“But I don’t care I’m--” he paused. “I’m not scared of love” Everything sounded so wrong. He took little pauses within words as if forming them would cause him physical damage.

“‘Cause when I’m not with you I’m w-… “

Harry stopped singing mid-sentence, turned his head sideways with a deep sigh, then covered his eyes. His chin visibly trembled and fuck, Louis couldn’t bear this anymore. He forced himself to turn away and focus on anything else. Connecting with Helene's gaze, he felt the scrutiny; each little move of his was being observed under a magnifying glass.

Based on this prompt: Someone write an angsty fic where that tweet hits 2nd most retweeted but they aren’t together anymore so it’s like PAIN for the both of them and then Harry calls Louis (drunk or something) like “did you mean it?” And Louis is confused and Harry says “did you really mean I’m always in your heart?” And Harry’s crying Louis is quiet for a couple seconds but it feels like hours and finally he whispers “of course I did, Haz”

Stars and Boulevards by cherrystreet

Length: 6k

“Lou, hi,” he answers on the second ring.

“How did you know you were gay,” Louis asks, voice slurred. “Like, when did you know .”

Harry freezes, completely blind sided. He tries not to panic. “Um. I think I kind of always knew?”

“But how did you say it?”

“You were there, you remember.”

“Harry, seriously, I’m freaking out and you’re not helping.”

They’d been friends for years, had known each other throughout middle school and into high school, meeting in a music class on a sticky September morning. They hit it off instantly, falling into one another immediately, never looking back. Their friendship was comfortable, genuine, safe, always there, achingly present and solid. Harry never felt uneasy confiding in Louis, their one year age gap making Louis somehow seem more worldly, more experienced, and even when Harry had to look down at Louis, he still looked up to him. They spent the quickly passing school years making each other’s homes their own, Harry’s mom calling Louis her honorary second son, Louis’ mom giving Harry a similar title, and everyone knew that if you wanted to find Harry, you had to find Louis first.

The End Should be a Good One by bananasandboots

Length: 43k

It doesn't feel like falling in love, the way it had felt the first time around, easy, simple, almost like floating, wrapped up in a whirlwind of touches and kisses, late nights spent laughing breathlessly into each other's skin. This feels broken, complicated, like every move carries the weight of their past. Like the floorboards beneath them could collapse at any moment. This doesn't feel good.

Or, the one where Harry loses the love of his life on New Years Eve and finds him again, six months later, ready to open some poorly-stitched wounds.

I Built This Bed For Two (I Built This Bed For Me and You) by eli_ssabeth

Length:

9k

“So, about the video,” he begins and Harry crosses his arms, eyeing him suspiciously. “What?” he asks, squinting slightly as he studies Niall. “It’s called, er…” he trails off, mumbling something so quickly and quietly that Harry has no hope of catching it. “Wanna try again, Ni?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow. “It’s called…ExesCuddleAgainForTheFirstTimeInYears.”

OR Harry and Louis broke up after uni and haven’t seen each other since—until they’re roped into doing a Buzzfeed video together. Featuring awkward cuddling and a reunion that just needed a kick in the arse, gleefully provided by Niall.