Archive of Our Own

Summary:

If the Harry from HS1 had been around in 2024, he would have undoubtedly dedicated every song on that album to the Louis who was now thriving in his festival era—the very Louis who had broken up with him seven months earlier in a well-known London pub called The Black Dog, a place Harry had since grown to despise. It might seem a bit time-displaced to some, but these are precisely the Harry and Louis of this fic, both aware that their old habits died screaming, but still hopeful that they'd rise again once they'll clear things up. Or at least, that's what they've always wanted since the night they split.

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"[...] you engulf yourself in someone else's shade of blue because at least it's THEIR shade of blue. But would they do the same for you? If you showed them your shade of blue? That you can't always bring peace? That maybe your daylight will dim? [...]"

Those words, found on a site called "what Taylor Swift's album combo are you?", almost seemed to read Harry's mind. Yet, who knows who'd created that site—not exactly someone who knew him inside out. And honestly, why was he, someone everyone thought of as her ex, even doing that quiz on an August Sunday morning?