Chapter Text
Harry sighed, twisting the string between his fingers, eyes fixed on the light pink color that had recently appeared on his end, refusing to raise his eyes to the man sitting at the table across from him. He thought back to what Niall had said when he told him about this meeting, that this was one conversation he couldn't flirt and charm his way through, and that terrified him. He trailed his gaze down the pink string, and watched as it slowly blended into a violent red, the string continuing all the way up to the person he once considered to be his greatest enemy, and as Harry’s emerald green eyes met the striking blue across from him, sparks flew.
“Lou,” he began, voice cracking, “Why are we here?”.
Louis looked down, gently grabbing the string connecting the two young men, rolling it between his thumb and index fingers, “I think we both know the answer to that.”
OR
The one where Harry can see emotions,
And Louis is a burnout college student,
And the both of them are more oblivious than Harry Potter himself.
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Harry Styles is special.
For as long as he can remember, everyone he sees is connected to someone by a string. When he was younger, he’d point it out to his mum, giggling at all the silly colors, but she’d respond with a confused face, apparently not seeing the threads intertwining the crowd around them.
Eventually Harry decided to not tell anyone, and just enjoy the tapestry that those colors wove around him, until the change of color in a thread that was set in stone sends him spiraling down a path of confusion and, possibly, love.