Drunk texting your ex is never a good idea especially when you haven't talked to him in ages. But Louis took texting your ex to a whole new level. He wrote and recorded a song for Harry and send it to him. But how do you explain that? And how do you...
Louis could feel his heart beating and his knees getting weak, but he knew that there was no during back now. So, he opened to door to the bakery and took in the well-known smell of fresh bread and coffee. Everything looked still the same as the last time Louis was here. It was comforting but also hella scary, because it felt like walking into a museum of their love story. But then he saw it. The one thing that had changed. Harry. His hair was shorter, his clothes were brighter, and he had a little beard. Harry looked at Louis unsure how to great him. So, Louis just walked up to him and took the seat opposite of Harry. While he tried to sit down Louis accidental knocked over Harrys almost empty glass of water.
Louis: Oops
Harry: Hi
The looked at each other in shock. Did that really just happen? Oops and hi were the first words the two of them exchanged. Ever! Did they really just reunite and re-enact one of their most important interactions? They sat and didn't say anything for a minute. Until Louis broke the silence.
Louis: Well I did not think that we would start the conversation off like that but here we are.
Both of them started laughing and relaxed a little. After all they still had some sort of connection. Even if this connection was as little as laughing about the stupid little comments they make.
a/n: I just read that Harry drinks his coffee without milk so I changed it. On that note if you know any facts like what they like or do and I get it wrong tell me so I can change it (if it still fits the story line) Thank you:)
They both ordered something to drink. Harry chose his usual espresso and Louis went with a camomile tea to calm his nerves. Silence.
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Louis: Okay, let's address the elephant in the room. The song. I really don't know what I was thinking and to be honest I couldn't even remember recording or sending you anything when I woke up and I am just really fucking sorry. I am such ...
Louis wanted to say something else but Harry interrupted him.
Harry: Don't be sorry Lou. It is a beautiful song and I fell honoured that I was able to listen to it before its released.
Louis: You know that this is not the truth, right?
Harry: What to you mean?
Louis: It's not just a song. And I didn't write it to realise it.
Harry: I know but ... it was easier to talk about it when I denied that fact.
The energy shifted and they sat there in silence.
Harry: Can I ask you a question?
Louis: Sure.
Harry: Did you mean what you said?
Louis looked at his hands. His knuckles were white because he clenched his fingers to stop shaking.
Louis: If I would have meant what I said ... would
He stopped, took a deep breath, and looked at Harry.
Louis: Would it be bad?
Harry looked into Louis eyes and smiled and relaxed visibly.
Harry: No Lou, it wouldn't be bad. It would actually be kinda ... good?
Louis smiled back at Harry.
Louis: What to you mean with "good"?
Harry took his phone, put it on the table and starred at it.
Harry: let's just say that you were not the only person that wrote a song.
Harry unlocked his phone and handed it to Louis. He looked into Louis eyes.
Harry: This is your song.
Louis looked at the phone and saw the title of the song "From the dining Table".
a/n: sorry for the leak of pictures and videos I couldn't find the perfect ones
