Fics like picking up the pieces

“Zayn,” he murmurs, quietly but desperately. Knowing what to do immediately, Zayn discreetly glances behind them to scan the room. “Walking over,” he says, confirming Louis’ worst fears. “Maybe he’ll just pass by without stopping,” Louis says, glancing at the tables next to them as if hoping to find some other group of friends Harry had in high school that he could possibly want to talk to. Eyebrow arched and lips pursed, Zayn has the nerve to look amused. “He’s looking directly at us.” “Cause a diversion,” Louis rushes through his teeth, panic clawing up his throat. He can’t look Harry in the face again. Not yet, maybe not ever. Zayn rolls his eyes and grabs his hand, interlocking their fingers. “It’s now or never, dear.” - Louis returns to his hometown for the first time in ten years for his high school reunion and is faced with memories he’s long since tried to forget.

Fics like picking up the pieces

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