Fake Fic Title - Blink Twice If You Still Love Me
Blink Twice If You Still Love Me 💔
‘blink twice if you still love me’
It started as a joke. Written on a scrap torn from the bottom of a legal pad while listening to a professor droning on and on about who can even remember. Folded haphazardly and barely legible to anyone else, but Louis had always been able to read it just fine. He’d stuck it in his wallet and kept it there ever since, worn now, almost to the point of tearing, and tucked snugly behind his drivers license, the same way some people save an old receipt with a phone number scrawled on the back. Though that’s not something he’s willing to openly share. Not anymore.
Now it’s burning a hole in his back pocket, like some kind of unfair reminder of everything that could have been, probably.
Instead, what was supposed to be a great night celebrating the end of finals at one of the frat houses has turned into some kind of fucked up game of hide and seek - as in Louis desperately trying to hide from his ex-boyfriend, from Harry.
Harry who is, of course, at the same party, and is also currently being chatted up by a straight off of Barstool’s Instagram, textbook ‘Chad’.
Louis will be damned if he lets anyone think he’s affected, though one too many drinks and the image of Harry just on the outside of his peripheral vision is proof that his brain to eyeball function seems to be glitching. All that said, Louis should win a fucking Oscar for how cool he's playing this. Until Niall's voice cracks through his resolve.
"The fuck is wrong with Harry?" he asks leaning against Louis and pointing right at him.
"The fuck is wrong with you?" Louis snaps, reaching out to pull Niall's hand down quickly. "Harry looks just fine to me." He’s incredibly pleased that he successfully achieved the bored tone he was going for, but it’s the look Niall gives him that makes him go for the Hail Mary Pass of relationships past. He looks directly at Harry for the first time all night.
He hadn't expected Harry to already be watching him. It instantly makes him a bit breathless even after all of this time, all of this bullshit between them. Harry, staring at him intensely, like Louis should still be able to read his mind, holding his gaze before blinking slowly, intently, not once - but twice.
- Or the one where sometimes realizing you’re meant to be starts with drunkenly saving your ex-boyfriend from a bad conversation at a stupid party.
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