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Louis is peacefully sleeping on Harry's couch as his phone starts ringing. Fucking hell. It's fucking 4 am. He almost decided to ignore it, but when he noticed it's Max, he answers and sits up.

"Hello? Is everything okay?"

"No!! Did you know about the video??"

"What- Oh, yeah."

"And you couldn't tell me???" Max sounds drunk.

"I forgot, didn't know it was such a big deal."

"It isn't to me, to Craig it is."

"I know, he called me."

"He called me too."

"What? Really? That man can really do anything, how the fuck did he get your phone number?"

"You're really focused on that?"

"Sorry. Continue, what did he say?"

"He fucking yells at me to leave you alone, that I'm making this too hard, that I shouldn't see you."

"Shit, he's a fucking asshole."

"Louis I can't do this. I just can't. I don't know how am I supposed to be with you like this."

"I warned you before we started dating.." Louis tries to swallow the annoying feeling in his throat, holding in his tears.

"I know you did. But it's too much."

"I can't lose you, Max."

"Why?"

"Because I love you."

"Or because you need me so you can vent to me? Or cause you can't handle being alone? Or you just need love from somebody since Harry doesn't want you anymore?"

"Fuck you."

"No, fuck you. I'm done."

Max hangs up. Louis takes a deep breath, head leaning on his hands. He breathes out through the mouth and stares straight ahead. What the fuck he is supposed to do now?

"Are you okay?" Harry asks as he walks behind the sofa. Louis turns around to see Harry almost naked, he's just wearing his underwear. Louis breathes staring at him for a second before answering.

"Yeah, don't worry about it." He puts on a small smile.

"You didn't sound okay." Harry says and sits down beside him. 'here we go again.' Louis thought. "You can tell me." He assures.

"Max ended things with me." Louis says and looks at Harry. He starts smiling but tries to cover it with coughing and then putting his hand over his mouth. He couldn't even look at Louis, had to turn his head down. Fucking asshole. No matter how he didn't like Max, this is just cruel. Show some respect please?

"But you still love him? You can get him back." Harry says after he could keep a straight face, turning his head back up.

"I don't even know do I." Louis shrugs.

"But you just said-"

"I know what I said. Harry, I don't want to be alone. I can't handle it. I get depressed and scared and anxious. Only thing that helps is alcohol. I don't wanna be left alone." Louis half accidentally spits out. Harry bites his bottom lip, now he looks like he's serious.

"That's why you wanted to drink earlier?" Harry questions and Louis nods and covers his face with his palms.

"I'm so fucking dumb." Louis mumbles.

"It's better that you're alone than you're with someone you don't love." Harry puts his arm around Louis and pulls him closer. "And besides, you're not alone, you're here with me." He adds.

"I can't just move in or start camping here."

"Why not?" Louis lifts his head up and turns to Harry's face.

"What do you mean why not?"

"I don't mind." Harry shrugs. Louis can't open his mouth, he doesn't have a respond. It would be so wrong to Max if he moved in the second they broke up. Louis untangles himself off Harry's arm as he realizes what's going on.

"I should go back to sleep."

"Oh." Harry sounds disappointed. "Do you want to come sleep upstairs with me? Just to sleep, I wanna cuddle you." Harry asks so innocently that Louis can't say no.

"Sure." He smiles. Harry takes Louis' hand and leads him to upstairs. This time Harry is sleeping in bedroom number three. Louis still doesn't get it, why does he have so many bath- and bedrooms? Harry gets in bed first, making himself comfortable, but Louis stays up. He rethinks it. What is going to happen? Are they really just going to sleep? But what if they do fuck? And what's wrong with that, he's single? But what if Harry gets wrong vibes from him? What are wrong vibes? What does he even want from Harry? What Harry wants from him?

"You coming?" Harry disturbs his thoughts. He doesn't answer and just gets in the bed.

"Have you thought about us?" Louis blurts out, he wants to know if Harry really likes him or does he just want to fuck him again.

"Yes, haven't you?"

"I don't know. I guess back then when you first texted me." Louis states, shrugs staring at the ceiling.

"I know I messed up." Harry says, he sounds regretfully but Louis ignores it.

"Hypothetically speaking, do you think we could still be us?"

"Hypothetically speaking, yes." Harry mocks him and smiles. Louis turns his head to look at Harry. They're both quiet, staring at each other's eyes. Louis' sight drops to Harry's mouth, who is biting his bottom lip at the same time. He wants to kiss him so bad.

"Do um,, Do you want to?" He asks and realizes how stupid that sounds. Harry just starts to smile wider.

"Yes, do you?" He asks. Louis doesn't know what to answer. Of course he wants to. He takes his left arm and places it on Harry's cheek. He fondles it with his thumb and tries to think what to do. Harry can't seem to handle himself. He's looking at Louis with affection in his eyes. Slowly, Louis decides to move his head towards Harry's, to see if he wants it really. Harry doesn't move. Maybe because he's scared if he does something wrong. Finally they're so close that their foreheads touch. Harry closes his eyes and starts breathing through his mouth. Fuck. Louis can't resist this.

He sticks his lips on Harry's, who immediately kisses back. He pulls Louis closer and leaves his hands behind his back. He can see that Harry wanted it, he just had to wait that Louis does the first move. Harry carefully moves on top of Louis.

"What are you doing?" Louis whispers as he pulls Harry's face away from his.

"Making out with you?" He asks confused and starts kissing his neck.

"No but you're on top. You're a bottom, if we're gonna fuck-."

"Just let me top you once. Please. I promise you, you're going to like it." Harry says and sticks his lips back to Louis' neck. His hand reaches down on top of Louis' underwear. Louis gets a little hard just by that, and lets out a moan. He can't say no to Harry.

"Shit.." He whispers and he can feel how Harry smiles. "Okay. But if I don't like it, I'm back to topping." Louis swears.

"I promise." He says and pulls off Louis shirt. He gets back to kissing his neck, moving slowly downer. Louis' breaths are getting heavier and deeper. He grabs Harry's hair and plays with it, as Harry reaches his v-line. There are wet spots all over his body that Harry's mouth left. "Get the lube from the night stand." Harry says and pulls Louis boxers off. Louis does as said and hands the red strawberry flavored lube.

"Please be careful." Louis begs. Harry lifts up his head.

"I'm taking your ass virginity?" He smiles, trying not to laugh.

"Shut up." Louis rolls his eyes as Harry giggles a little bit.

"I'll go slow." He says and lifts up Louis' legs. Louis takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. Couple seconds later he can feel Harry entering him. Louis whines loud as he goes deeper. It hurts like a mother fucker, how does someone like- Ohhhhh. It feels kind of good. It's a painful but good.

"You alright?" Harry asks as he's fully in. Louis nods and bites his bottom lip. Harry proceeded to continue slowly. He pulls out and pushes in, Louis can't help but to whine again. It's so good. How he hasn't tried this yet? Yet again Harry pulls out a little bit and goes even deeper. A loud moan leaves Louis' mouth. Harry lifts his pace and thrusts faster. "You want to stop?" Harry asks as Louis whines again.

"Please shut the hell up and fuck me."

Harry accepts the answer and goes faster. The pain hasn't stopped, actually it got worse but it feels so good. The pain maybe even makes it better. Harry keeps on thrusting and panting for a while, a suspicious long while before he pulls out and sits on the bed. Louis finally opens his eyes and sits up to look at him.

"Wha- What are you doing?"

"I can't." Harry pants and doesn't even look at Louis.

"Can't what?"

"Come." He whispers.

"Hey, it's ok-"

"Fucking meds." He wipes sweat off his face. "I read about them. I can't even jerk off anymore." Harry murmurs.

"Hey it's alright." Louis moves closer to Harry. "I don't mind. Coming isn't actually the whole point of having sex."

"It's pathetic." Harry whispers. Louis takes Harry's cheek and turns his head to him.

"It's not." He says simply, meaning it and gives him a kiss. Harry knows that he doesn't mind, Louis doesn't understand why it is such a big deal to Harry. "Do you wanna still do something or go to sleep?"

"I'm kind of tired." Harry says and pulls his boxers on. Louis does the same and Harry gets under the blankets. "I'm sorry." Harry says after Louis is laying down, facing Harry.

"Sorry about what?"

"Making your hopes up, then,,-"

"Haz, I don't care. It's alright." Louis smiles.

"Did you like it?"

"As much as I hate to admit it, God yes! I don't know why the fuck I haven't tried that before. Hurt like bitch but-"

"It was good type of pain, right?"

"Yeah.."

"What if I don't take meds for like a day so-"

"Nope. Harry don't even think about it." Louis demands. Harry stares at him back.

"Okay. I promise."

**

"Louis. In my office. Now." Craig commands. Louis sighs but follows him.

"What's up?" He asks as he closes the door behind him.

"More like what's up with you?"

"Nothing..?"

"Why there isn't any songs coming up?" Craig snaps.

"I'm trying!"

"Try better."

Jesus Christ. This guy has no chill. Louis is about to put up with him but swallows his pride and explains the situation.

"I'm going through a break up. I'm sorry I couldn't keep up my pace." Craig raises his eyebrows and stares at him.

"Alright. So you and.. the blond guy ended things?"

"Yeah." Louis answers confusedly. Since when Craig has been interested in his life?

"Mm. Take a break. Two days. Then back to work and songs needs to be written."

"Oh- Oh? Thank you." Louis leaves the office as fast as he can, before Craig changes his mind.

Louis has camped at Harry's for a couple of weeks. Casually meeting Eleanor but otherwise they spend a lot of time together. It's good. Harry is a lot more stable, sometimes still depressed, sometimes has too much energy. But he doesn't do all that crazy shit anymore. And, thank God, Harry dyed his hair back to brown.

But Louis isn't quite sure where they stand. They do fuck, even though Harry still can't make himself cum. They kiss, they hug, they cuddle, but Louis doesn't know if it's a relationship or not.

Before he gets to driving, Louis sends a message to Harry.

Hazza<3

"I already got off work, I'm coming home now :)"

He wants to make sure that Harry knows that he's coming back earlier. He doesn't want to break his own heart just in case Harry has someone over.

And again, Louis drives around the town for almost an hour, waiting Harry to answer. He finally gets the courage to get back home after it starts raining. Harry told him that Louis could use the spare key now, not only for emergencies, so he goes in without knocking. The house is all quiet. He walks the stairs up, hearing nothing still.

"Harry?" He calls out. No answer. First and second bedrooms are empty, but in the third one he finds Harry. He's still peacefully sleeping, nothing on him. His hair looks a little bit wet, probably fell asleep after taking a shower. "Harryyy." He whispers as he sits down on the bed. Harry murmurs something obscure. "Wake upppp."

"Mhh. Tired."

"Did you take your meds?"

"Yes."

"I got good news." Louis says excitedly and Harry finally opens his eyes. "I got two days off work."

"Really? Craig?"

"Yes! I was pretty shocked too." Harry smiles and pulls Louis on the bed.

"So we can do something special?"

"Yep." Louis kisses Harry. "But,, um. Can we talk before that?" Louis ask. He feels shivers down his back, it is kind of scary. What if Harry doesn't want him as a relationship, maybe he has played him all this time. Again.

"What about?" Harry looks nervous as well.

"Us." Louis says and waits for Harry's reaction. When he doesn't answer, Louis continues. "Are we, like together?"

"Um-"

"Like we do couple stuff, but I don't know if that means we are in a relationship."

"Louis-"

"Cause I don't know what you do when I'm not here."

"Please Lou-"

"And I'm not blaming you! You can fuck other people since we haven't had this talk yet, and-"

"Louis!!!!" Harry stops him. "I haven't fucked anyone else."

"Oh." Louis is a lot happier than he shows.

"I would love to. I have been waiting for you to ask that." Louis finally starts smiling, he can't keep it inside anymore. "But you know this is going to be hard. I don't wanna keep breaking up with you everytime he have a fight."

"I know. Back in the days we were... childish. We have learned."

"Mmh." Harry nods. "But also,, me. Bipolar."

"Right. But,, I have read about this, how I can helpful, how to react, what you might do." Harry's face brightens.

"Really?"

"Really."

**

Louis shows up early to work due to him being very happy after his vacation days. A lot of people seem to be in a good mood too, since he gets a real "Good morning, Louis." greeting and not just some absurd murmurs. Even Craig greets him as he gets to the "dining room."

"Morning Louis."

"Morning." Louis is a little suspicious about it.

"So,, um." He coughed. "Are you living with Harry now?"

"What? Where did you hear that?"

"From Harry of course." Louis is so shocked that he can't even answer. " ...When he called about the Max situation."

"Oh?" Louis plays it cool. "What exactly he said?" He has no idea what this is about.

"Well explained how Max was abusing you, how you have camped at Harry's house cause you were scared to break up with him. Asked can I do something about it."

"Right." Is all Louis gets out. What the fuck has Harry done? Shit. That phone call Max got from Craig... That was Harry's doing?

"I'm glad you're out of the situation." Craig says and pats Louis on the shoulder as he walks past him. Louis is speechless. That was why Harry was smirking when Max broke up with him? Everything makes sense now.

"Are you feeling better now?" Someone asks.

"Yeah, a lot better." He explains. Everyone knows. Harry went too far this time. This is unforgivable.

Louis, once again stayed at work until the cleaning lady made him leave. He feels like he's too mad to drive, but makes it all the way back home without crashing the car or killing someone. Harry is peacefully reading a book as Louis steps in.

"What the FUCK have you done??!" He yells and walks over to Harry without even taking his shoes off.

"What? I don't know what you are talking about."

"Yes you do." Harry just stares at him confused. "You fucking liar. You know if people finds out about this, his reputation is over." Harry doesn't still seem to get it. "MAX!!"

"Oh."

"Oh? Are fucking kidding me at this point?! You fucking lied about abusing to get him break up with me. That is totally not okay!!" He yells so loudly that probably the whole neighborhood hears it.

"I didn't really think about it before I did it."

"Wow." Louis runs his hand through his hair and lets out a laugh out of frustration. "Didn't think about it."

"I'm sorry."

"Jesus christ. You could have made us break up some other way. No, that would not had been fine either. This was none of your business."

"You're much happier now, right?"

"...That doesn't make it okay!!" Harry shrugs. "What the fuck is actually wrong with you?" Louis shakes his head. Harry seemed to get hurt by that sentence.

"I was only trying to help, I know it sounds not good but you weren't happy."

"So lying about abuse was the best solution you came up with?"

"It was kind of impulsive doings." Harry actually seems that he's sorry, but Louis doesn't let him get away with this. He can't just do shit like this and then expect everything to be normal.

"I'm going to go back to my house." He states. Harry does the smirking thing again. "What?!"

"Nothing."

"Spit it out. Did you burn my house so I couldn't leave?"

"You're going to be back here before midnight, I know it."

"...Then you are going to leave."

"I was just about to. I have a interview." Harry says and stands up. He gives Louis a kiss on the cheek as he walks past him to the front door. Louis swiped his cheek aggressively.

"Byee!" Harry yells before the front door closes.

It hits again. He's alone. Harry's gone, Max is gone, Liam is always with Maya-

Liam? He hasn't talked to him for a while. He decided to call him up as he sits down on the sofa.

"Hey Payno, what's up?"

"I'm great actually. Last night had a dinner with Maya and her parents. You?"

"Um, Liam?"

"Yes?"

"There's something I want to tell you.."

"What is it?"

"..But I'm afraid how are you gonna react."

"Are you going to confess your love for me finally?"

"No.. But.. Well, you know. Um, I kind of got back together with Harry." The line goes silent. "Liam?"

"That's a fucking dumbass move. You know,, I'm not going to be the one who is going to listen to you everytime you two have a fight. I'm not going to be the one who is always comforting you everytime you break up. I'm not doing that again."

"I know! I'm not going to be like that again. I'm going to talk to him, like I did today."

"You already had a fight?"

"Kind of, but this was different. He did something stupid before we started dating and I just know found out about it."

"Right.."

"Look I know our past hasn't been the best-"

"You think?"

"-But we both have grown as a person." Liam doesn't answer. "Anyways, I just wanted to tell you, so it doesn't come up later."

"To be honest, I'm glad you told me."

"Yeah?"

"Mmh."

"So um, you're with Maya tonight?"

"No but I'm out of town. Wanna see next week?"

"Definitely. Thanks Liam."

"Always mate."

Louis stops the call. He stares at the tv screen for a while. He could head out for a while. He got nothing to do here alone. He sighs and stands up. Car keys and a wallet are in his pocket, phone in his hand. He doesn't really need anything else.

Driving around the town was getting boring. He needs wants to talk to someone, casual chatting. He can't go on dates now and it's hard to find people who want just to talk. Louis spots a bar on the side of the road. It seems a quiet, nice place. He could check it out. He parks and stumbles out of the car. No one seems to be recognizing him but he still puts on his hood as he walks inside the pub.

The place is perfect, just what Louis was looking for. There are couple people around the bar, sitting alone, minding their own business. But on the counter there are two aged guys. Louis decides to go on to order something to drink and the gentlemen immediately starts talking to him.

"You come around here often?" One of them asks.

"No, not really. Live on the other side of the town." Louis answers. He doesn't wanna really reveal where he specifically lives.

"That's what I thought." Louis takes a sip from his drink and gives them a friendly smile. "Oh right, sorry I totally forgot to introduce us. I'm Frank." He says and offers his hand. Louis shakes it.

"Louis."

"Peter." The other one says and shakes Louis' hand as well. They don't seem to recognize him.

"What do you do?" Frank asks. Louis finally sits down besides them before answering.

"I'm um-" He tries to come up with a lie. "A cook in Everytable."

"A cook? I wouldn't have guessed that." He laughs a little. Louis hymns too.

"What about you two?"

"Son, please. We're as old as time. Retired already."

"We used to be in the army at the same time back in the 80's."

"Back before you were even born!"

"Right, right. I'm part of the troubled youngs." He jokes around. He likes this. They don't know him. He actually gets to tell them about him. It feels nice. He feels normal. This is the life he wants for himself.

As the hours go by, and the drinks decreases, Louis gets more comfortable. They have been laughing and telling stories, Louis is completely drunk.

"You have been married for 40 years?" Louis is amazed.

"42 actually." He corrects. "The thing is, the first time I saw her, I knew she was the one. Haven't gave up in that." Louis smiles. That reminded him of Harry. Suddenly he has forgotten their fight, he's no longer mad. He takes his phone out of his back pocket. Shit.

*13 missed calls from Hazza<3*

He swallows and opens the messages Harry have sent.

"Where are you?"

"Louis?"

"It's fine, you have the every right to be mad at me, but please just answer me so I know you're okay."

"Lou I'm getting worried."

"I called Liam, please even message him, if you don't want to answer me."

"God, I just hope you're okay."

Louis immediately gets up to call him back but staggers and almost falls.

"You alright there son?"

"Yeah, yeah I just have to call someone." He answers and tries to get out of there without tripping. Harry answers him as he's on the street.

"Louis??" He hears Harry's weepy voice.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Harry sighs on the phone.

"I was so worried. Where are you?"

"Um-" Louis doesn't get a chance to respond, he starts throwing up.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, just drank a little too much."

"You're drinking?"

"Was. Was drinking. I'm gonna come home now." Louis says and tries to find his car keys.

"No, I'm coming to get you."

"I can drive!"

"No. Louis we are not arguing about this. Send me your address and stay where you are."

"Alright."

"I'm gonna leave in five. So-"

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad I have you."

"I'm glad I have you too." Louis starts smiling and blushing on the street.

"I'm going to go back inside the bar, come get me there?"

"Yeah for sure."

Then Louis stumbles back into the bar where Frank and Peter were waiting for him.

"Your lady?"

"My man." Louis says proudly. The men got quiet. Shit. They're homophobic? They look Louis and then to each others.

"You own me 10 dollars." Frank says.

"Fuck off." Peter murmurs back.

"What?" Louis asks. Peter finds his wallet and looks for a 10 dollar bill.

"I told him that you are gay for sure, Peter disagreed."

"Oohh." Louis sighs of relief and starts laughing for some reason. "Shit." He can get out of his mouth as he sits down.

"You sure have a life ahead of you, and I hope you don't spend it in a shitty bar like this but I do must say, I'm pretty glad you stumbled here today." Peter admits.

They get to chat for a while before Harry gets in there.

"Louis? Thank God you're okay!" He says walking over and pulling Louis into a hug.

"Aren't you that singer? Harry something? My grandkid is crazy about you." Frank recognizes Harry. Louis can feel how Harry starts panicking.

"Yeah, yeah that's me."

"Is it rude to ask for a picture? She would be so happy."

"Unfortunately I have to say no. I'm sorry. But I can write her a signature or something." Frank understands and gets a little notebook and a pen out of his pocket.

"What's her name?"

"Caroline." Frank looks like he's really proud. Harry writes a little message on the note as Louis reads it.

"Hey Caroline, never give up on your dreams. Much love, Harry Styles xx"

Louis thought that was very cute. Harry gave the note and the pen back and helped Louis up.

"Evenings gentlemen." Louis says his goodbyes as Harry leads him out of the bar. His car is parked right infront of the pub. Couple of people start yelling Harry's name. He panics and stuffs Louis into the backseat hoping no one saw him. Then he says hi to couple of drunk girls and gets in the car himself.

"Ow?"

"Sorry. I just don't need any shit from the management." Harry explains as he starts the car.

"I know."

"Can I ask, how the fuck did you end up here?"

"I was driving around, the bar seemed like a nice place. I met some cool guys." He explains.

"Those old men?"

"Yes! Funniest guys ever. You what the best thing was?"

"I don't know, what?"

"They didn't recognize me. I was just a total stranger to them. That's how I want my life to be." Louis closes his eyes and lays his head back.

"Oh?"

"Mmh." Louis nods. "They had a bet am I gay or not."

"Did you tell them?" Harry's eyes reflects from the car's mirror.

"Well, I told them my man's is coming to get me."

"Louis! Why the fuck you thought that was a good idea?!"

"Why isn't it?"

"Cause they saw me coming to get you!" Harry almost yells. "Of course he's going to tell his grandkid that he met Harry Styles when he was coming to get his drunk boyfriend from the bar!"

"Oh." Louis opens his eyes. "Sorry." Harry sighs.

"I know, it's okay."

**

"Hangover much?" Harry fondles Louis cheek when he finally opens his eyes.

"Mmh." He mumbles as an answer and closes his eyes again. "I don't wanna go to work."

"You don't have work today."

"What?" Louis opens his eyes again. "What do you mean?"

"It's Sunday." Harry says and gets closer to Louis. "You look very pretty for someone who is hungover."

"Thank you." Louis blushes and gives a kiss to Harry, his hand wondering down on Harry's body. As he gets to his stomach, Louis immediately stops. He looks at Harry and pulls the blanket off him. "Shit, Harry.." He whispers as he looks at Harry's body. He is so thin. I mean, a lot of thinner than he used to be. His muscles are all gone, even some bones showing.

"What?"

"What happened to you? Have you eaten enough?" He asks and looks back to Harry's eyes. He sees it now, even his face is pale, skinny.

"Yeah. I eat just fine."

"No you don't." Louis thinks back at this last month. "No you don't, you barely eat anything."

"I'm just not hungry."

"You still have to eat!" Harry doesn't respond. He doesn't seem to be taking this seriously. Louis pulls the blanket off himself too and gets up. Harry stays on the bed so Louis gets to dragging him out.

"What are you doing?" Harry complains as he gets off the bed.

"Come." Louis pulls him. He can basically hear how Harry rolls his eyes behind him. They stop in the bathroom number three, and Louis pushes Harry on top of a scale. "Look at this!"

"It's fine."

"No it's not. You have lost almost 25 pounds." Harry looks at the other direction. "What is this? You don't want to eat?"

"I'm not hungry, like ever. I always forget to eat." Harry explains, being very defensive.

"But if you were hungry... You would eat, right?"

"Sure, whatever. Can I go now?" Harry asks and steps off the scale.

"Why are you acting like a child?" Louis stops Harry when he's trying to walk past him.

"Why are you acting like my mom, huh?! Just because your mom died, doesn't mean you have take care of everyone!" Harry snaps. Louis takes his hand off Harry. That hurt. He didn't even know that Harry could be this cruel, to him or anyone.

"Way out of bounds, Harry." Louis says and leaves the bathroom. Since he isn't wearing any proper clothes, he finds himself going back to their bedroom. Harry is apparently following him, since he can hear his steps. Louis takes some random t-shirt and jeans off the floor, and puts them on.

"What are you doing?" Harry asks. Louis just scoffs and takes a gym bag and stuffs some of his clothes in there. "Where are you going?" He asks again.

"I don't know! I just wanna get away from you." Louis holds his tears and walks past Harry.

"I'm sorry, okay? Please Louis. Just stay here."

"I'm going back to my place." He states as he's putting his shoes on.

"Can you atleast promise me something?"

"What?!" Louis snaps.

"Please don't drink anything." Harry begs. Louis ignores it and in the matter of seconds he's out of the house. The gym bag flies on the back seat and Louis gets behind the wheel. He doesn't let his tears fall down, not yet. He focuses on the driving, breathing and keeping his thoughts off Harry.

The place is empty. He can't remember the last time he was here, probably when he came to get some clothes. It's quiet and cold. He actually used to think this was his home.

And fuck what Harry thinks. Louis can drink whenever he wants. "Taking care of everybody." Pfft. Louis scoffs as he opens a beer. No he doesn't take care of everybody. But what would be so wrong with that anyway? Of course if you love someone you want to make sure they're okay. That doesn't mean he's acting like a fucking mom.

The couple of first beers go down easily, Louis can barely even feel that he's drunk. Opening a vodka bottle makes him feel better. This way he can get drunk, real drunk. Louis is fighting the urge to call Liam. He wants to explain the situation to him, making sure Louis isn't going crazy and Harry is infact being unreasonable. But he stays away from his phone and puts it on mute. Instead of annoying Liam, he puts on the tv. He doesn't really feel like watching anything but the noice in the background makes him forget that he's alone. He hates that he has to depend on someone just so he wouldn't feel this fucking alone.

By late noon, Louis is completely drunk. Atleast not hungover anymore. At this point he can't stay away from his phone anymore. He sends couple of texts to Harry to calm his mind.

Mine<3

"I'm very hurt hArty. You can't say shir likr that when i'm truing to hwlp tyou."

"And btw imm not sorrry for 'takin g care of yuo' ThatS just hows i am. DeAl Wiht it."

"Louis, please I told you not to drink."

"Why I'm soupposed to dojwhat you say?"

"Because you clearly have a drinking problem."

"fCk you."

Louis leaves the conversation like that, and decides to call Liam. He isn't going to talk about Harry, he promises to himself. This phone call is going to be about Liam, and Liam only.

"Louis? Hey there mate."

"Heyyy Liammm, How are you?"

"I'm um,, I'm good. I'm sorry, you sound drunk?"

"I'm not! Well, a little. But let's not focus on that. I want to know,, about,, you!"

"It's not even 6 pm, why have you been drinking?"

"Do you still wanna hangout this week? I would love to see you, Maya too if she wants to join." Louis tries to avoid the conversation.

"Did you and Harry fight again?"

"We could go to an amusement park, I haven't been there in a while."

"Can you stop avoiding the conversation?"

"Don't you wanna see me since you're not talking about our plans with meh?"

"Where are you?"

"You want to see now?" Louis gets excited.

"Sure, sure."

"Oh I'm at my place right now, but I could go out, where ever you want to go to."

"Right. So you drank because you had a fight with Harry and came to your house so he won't bother you?"

The line starts beeping. Louis checks what's wrong and sees that Harry tries to call him. He declines it and continues talking with Liam.

"Sooooo,,, are you coming?" He smiles at himself.

"Please Louis. Look at yourself. If this keeps on going, especially with Harry, stop this while you can. If you let this go too far you're not getting out of this. You want my advice? Call him and let him come get you home. If you don't do that, I'm done with this."

"I'm not even talking about him." Louis murmurs into the phone. "I wanted to see how you are doing."

"I know Louis. You're not a bad person, your intentions are good. But this drinking needs to stop. Please, please, go to sleep or call Harry. Please."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Mmh. I'm gonna call him now."

"Thank you Louis."

Louis stops the call and hesitates calling Harry. First atleast he checks his recent texts.

Mine<3

"I'm really, really sorry Louis. I really am. I acted childish. You didn't deserve that. Please let me make it up to you."

"Please don't say that you passed out."

Louis look at the screen for a moment. He wants to call him, he knows he should. Even Liam said that. But somehow he is too stubborn for that. He wishes Harry would call him first, so he could just answer it. But calling him first seems too hard. Before Louis can decide on anything, his doorbell rings. He smiles. Harry came to get him. But when opening the door, there's a tall blond guy staring at him.

"Hey Louis." Max greets him.

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