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[from my 70s fic WIP where louis takes a solo road trip across the usa that mimics one he took with harry four years earlier]
He runs back into his room, and notices all the things he missed while dealing with the aftermath of the earthquake. Like the fact that the wardrobe is missing half of it’s usual contents.
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He misses Harry the most out of the two, if he’s honest.
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And doesn’t miss the way Harry’s face falls just the tiniest bit at the news.
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Louis misses his bus.
He misses it more often than he pretends to, really, and for a variety of reasons. Most of them have to do with the fact that so much of his and Harry’s history is soaked into the floorboards. That he can’t think of it without being hit with some memory from that trip. Good, bad, everything in between. That bus represents hope, and youth, and potential, and everything Louis doesn’t fucking have anymore.
But mostly, he misses the fuel efficiency.
God, does he miss it. Even more so as he stops for the third time, as he watches the bloody car suck up more of his savings. He really did pick the worst time for this, he thinks, smack dab in the middle of a fucking fuel crisis that’s got cars queued up and more and more stations putting out signs informing drivers that there’s just… no petrol. Which has him stopping more often than he normally would, since there’s a chance that when his gauge hits empty there won’t be a gas station nearby, and he’ll be stranded. So he stops where he can and he fills his tank and he watches his money dwindle and he tries not to think about that fact that he hasn’t even reaching his first stop.
So he thinks about other things. Like how much he misses his old bus.
He also misses the storage space. The boot of his fire bird is a pathetic, minuscule thing; he definitely can’t purchase anything new on the way - not that he was planning to. Still, the option would have been nice. But this is the choice Louis made when he sold his bus and bought this car. Fuck knows Harry had enough to say about it. Louis scowls and flicks his hair out of his face. Harry always had a lot to say about everything towards the end. Until he didn’t anymore.
Looking back, that should have meant something to Louis.
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Not for the normal reason, not because he misses her, but because as a nurse she’s unfazed to things like this.
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Harry laughs as the paper barely misses landing in his cup of coffee, and Louis realises then that he never wants to go another day without hearing that laugh.
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“Shut up, no we aren’t.” Except they might be, because they’re on a residential street, coming to a stop in front of the house he’s only seen in pictures but that’s bloody hard to miss. “Christ,” Louis says, “I think you’re right.”
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There’s a ghost of a smile that anyone who didn’t know Harry like he did might miss.
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