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They Say Home Is Where The Heart Is But God, I Love The Italian
written for @bottomlouisficfest
by nevermind_991
Summery: (203)-- Harry moves from Rome to London, where he meets Louis, left at the altar on his wedding day.
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So Close To Feeling Alive
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In one swift motion, Harry yanks his desk drawer open, retrieves a board, and slams it down on the table. Then he grabs his wallet, stares fondly at the picture of Louis in one of its pockets before sliding it out and giving it a sweet peck. “What are you doing?” Liam questions.
Harry pins Louis’ picture on the board and crosses his arm with a smile too wicked for Liam’s liking.
“I’m taking back what’s mine.”
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Harry Styles prides himself in being one of the best detectives in The 28th Precinct. But if there's one case he can't solve, it's his marriage.
At least not on his own. Joining forces with his five-year-old son and a free-spirited murderer-on-trial, Harry does whatever it takes to bring Louis back.
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“I hate this. I fucking hate this so fucking much.” Harry began to cry. “She was only 17 for fuck’s sake. She had her whole life ahead of her! She should be researching colleges and skipping school to hang out at the mall. She should be playing with her little brothers and helping her mother in the kitchen with dinner. This is bullshit! Complete bullshit! I thought I could do this, I thought…”
He didn’t finish his sentence. Instead he kicked the brick wall before collapsing against it, his head back, rain beating against his face, mixing with his tears.
They stood in silence for a few moments before Harry looked to Louis. He saw the same sadness and sorrow as the night before. He felt the same connection, the same feeling that he and Louis were alike - both broken looking to belong.
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