Freedom Always Comes With a Price by @cyantific
Written for the @onedirectionbigbang
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Louis/Harry | 101K+ | Explicit | Lovers to Friends to Lovers | Angst, Fluff & Smut | Memory Loss
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Harry cuts Liam off, “No, no. It’s fine. I’ll go deal with this.” He huffs out a long sigh as he walks towards the sliding glass door. Louis hunches over the railing, staring off into the distance as he rolls his cigarette back and forth between his fingers. Harry pauses with one hand on the door handle, looks down and takes one deep breath in before sliding it open. Louis looks casually over his shoulder then drops his head, shaking it when he sees it’s Harry who is stepping outside.
“It’s a free country, as they say,” Louis shrugs. “Can’t stop you, mate,” He takes a long drag and blows it off into the distance, not making any effort for further conversation.
“Yeah, but—” Harry steps cautiously, “Is this okay?”
“It’s whatever. Come out if you’re coming out, then.” Harry chuckles to himself. “What? What did I say?”
“Nothing,” Harry waves it off. “It’s just-Y’know, ‘come out, if you’re coming out’.” He shrugs with an awkward, lopsided grin.
“Oh, fucking hell, Harry.” Louis shakes his head as he flicks his cigarette. “You’re ridiculous.”
“What?” Harry holds his hands up. “S’kinda funny!” He argues. Louis rolls his eyes.
Louis holds out his pack of cigarettes to offer one. Harry looks at him, confused.
“Yeah, but you said ‘join me’, so I didn’t know if that’s what you meant, or--”
“No! I just meant join you outside, you wanker.”
“Well, I don’t know? Maybe you like to smoke these days. I’m certainly not one to judge. Whatcha out here for, then?” Louis asks, growing impatient.
“I just — I- I just wanted to talk? Clear the air. I dunno. You’ve got your head up your arse about something with me and I don’t know what it is I did, but something’s wrong.”
“Nothing’s wrong, Haz,” Louis insists.
“What’s up your arse then?”
“Oh, you’ve just been keen on pointing out my whereabouts last night, is all. With a right surly attitude about it, too.”
“Oh no? Then what was that crack then? Do you have an issue with me going out?”
“No,” Harry crosses his arms in front of him, shaking his head. “Why would I? We’re mates. Go out, live your life. Moving forward, right? That’s what this is, yeah?”
“Yup,” Louis responds, tight-lipped. “Mates, moving forward.”
“So then why are you acting so distant, treating me like a stranger? ‘Ooh, maybe you like to smoke these days’,” He mocks in Louis’ thick Doncaster brogue. “Come on, Lou, when have I ever smoked? Like ever? Don’t be a dickhead.”
“Yeah, well, proper mates don’t lie to each other for four years, do they?”
“Lou,” Harry drops his shoulders. “I wasn’t lying to you.”
“Well, you weren’t telling me the truth, either, were you?” Harry stares at Louis, mouth agape. “Forget it. I’m not getting into this with you here.” He turns away and leans his elbows on the railing, looking out into the distance.
“Seriously?” Harry throws his hands up. “You throw that out there, then say you’re not getting into it. What the fuck, Lou! Make up your bloody mind. Ughhh!” Harry huffs, turning his back in the opposite direction. He turns around abruptly. “Fine, then. What do you want to get into? Want to just have a chat like mates do, since we’re moving forward and all, yeah? How about that? So, bro… Get any good action last night?”
“Oh, come off it,” Louis scoffs and spins around to face Harry.
“No,” Harry persists, stepping closer. “We’re bro’s. We can do this. Come on. Let’s hear it. Didja get some nice pussy? Mouthful of some good dick? What?” He says with a smug grin.
“We’re not talking about this,” Louis scowls.
“No. It wasn’t actually,” Louis answers honestly before he can stop himself. Harry’s eyes turn to stone at Louis’ slip-up, the shock from hearing this truth revealed turning to visible rage and Louis does his best to dig himself out of this. “You know what, no. We’re not doing this. I’m not doing this with you!”
“Will it help if I go first? Tell you about the last time I got some great dick?” Harry manhandles himself as he snarls, “Hmm? I’ll give you a hint, it wasn’t you.”
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