The scene I always think about from anything you've written is from NYFBM, when all the boys find out Louis is dropping out and leaving school. I reread that fic every once in a while and that scene always gets me like no other
TURNS OUT that writing a fic that's so fiercely a single POV fic about depression can fuck you up if you're already in a bit of a bad place!! Who knew!! But hey, Louis gets support and he gets his friends back and he gets Nick, so we're all good in the end.
(Not Your Fault But Mine)
"You're giving up," Harry says fiercely. "You're running away."
"No," Louis says. He shakes his head again. "I've tried. I've tried all term. I've tried not to get bad marks and I've tried to hang out with you lot and I've tried hanging out with your friends and none of it has fucking worked, okay? I'm so tired. Sometimes you just have to fucking realise you're in the wrong place at the wrong fucking time, with the wrong people."
"We're not the wrong people," Harry says, and his voice catches. "Fuck, Louis, how can you think that?"
Louis fakes a smile. "It's all right, Haz. We had a great year last year, didn't we? Fucking ace. All of us. The five. Won't forget that in a hurry."
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"I kept trying," Louis says. "Over and over. I don't know why the things I want aren't the things any of you want anymore. I don't know why I could do fucking English last year and I can't do it this year. I don't know how to be okay that you've all moved on without me."
"You're my best friend," Harry says. "The best one I've ever had in my life."
"I've missed you so much," Louis says, before he can stop himself. "I miss you."
"I'm right here," Harry says, and he moves Louis' laptop out of the way so he can press himself to Louis' side. "I'm right here."
It still feels like he's a million miles away.
"Don't go," Harry says, arms around Louis' shoulders. "Please don't go. We'll fix this. We'll make you happy again."
Louis is jolted by that. People keep telling him he's sad—Eleanor, Zayn, Harry—but it doesn't seem like the most important bit to him. "I want to go home," he says, and he wants to cry again, and he's felt like this for weeks. He wants it to stop. "I don't want to be here anymore. I want to go home. I want my mum."
Harry hugs him harder at that. He kisses Louis' cheek. "All right," he says, and his voice shakes. "All right. We'll get you home."
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Roy: Alright, you win. You got what you wanted.
Ted: I’m a little lost. What exactly are we talking about?
Roy: I’m dating Jamie now.
Ted: That’s great! I’m happy for y’all. But I don’t remember sayi-
Roy: You told me to be mature and get along with him. I am.
Ted: [looks to Beard for help]
Beard: [pretends he’s absorbed in the book he’s reading even though he’s blatantly listening in so that he won’t have to be the one to respond to that]
Ted, clearly going for a joke: I’m glad. But you do realize I didn’t tell you you had to date him, right? It is possible to get along with someone without dating them.
Roy, dead serious: This is your fault. You did this to me.
Ted: I’m a little confused. When you say it’s my fault, are you saying that to blame me like it’s a bad thing or to thank me because you’re happy with him?
Roy: Yes.
Beard: [shoots Ted a confused look]
Ted: Which one?
Roy: Both.
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man i agree with the general sentiment that communication is everything in a relationship but sometimes people take it so far that it’s like “you’re not allowed to complain about anything anyone does unless you’ve directly confronted them about their behaviour in words.” thinking abt this specifically
like idk man. i don’t think it’s unreasonable to want SOMEONE to remember your birthday without you sending out a mass text reminder. sometimes it’s ok to expect things from people without directly asking for it, it’s part of the social contract of being friends. maybe it’s bc i’ve dealt with people who thought they could treat me however they wanted unless i directly told them not to and would therefore blame me for not “communicating” properly instead of taking responsibility. but idk. sometimes you have to actually pay attention and take note of how your actions affect others instead of blaming them for not giving you a written instruction manual on how to treat them. people are allowed to expect certain basic considerations from you without asking for it. “i can’t read minds” doesn’t mean you can’t make an educated fucking guess sometimes
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