~Larry Stylinson~

Louis struggles with a drinking problem and the addiction to chaos and parties. He also struggles with the never ending drama of covering up his boyfriend Harry Styles. The one thing keeping Louis from losing himself completely is that curly headed weirdo from Cheshire.


1. 1

-Louis' POV-

My head pounded, I stretched out my legs and yawned. I heard movement in the kitchen.

"Oh, finally you're up." Harry said walking over to my window and opening the curtains I squinted and lifted my hand up blocking the sun seeing a black "X" and the number 27 on my hand.

"Ugh. Go away" I grumbled and turned over every muscle in my body aching.

"You gotta get out of that bed sometime Louis." Harry says

"No I don't." I said with a grumble.

"Well, last night you made a complete idiot out of yourself." Harry pointed out.

"I held my own."

"Do you even remember anything?" Harry asked plopping down on my bed.

"No, I'd like to keep it that way as well. I trust I had fun." I said.

"Louis, you have to stop this." Harry said

"Who gives a shit anyways?" I said

"Management? The boys? Our fans? Everyone is worried." Harry says

"What about you?" I asked

"I'm worried Louis. I'm scared that one day you'll go too far."

"I'll be fine." I said

"Louis please.. Just don't go out tonight. The paps and press have got wind of your partying and sorts. They'll be lined up at every club. They're looking for the next bombshell. They made big bucks off Miley and Justin. We know them. They're good people. The headlines made them seem bad. What do you think they'll say about you?" Harry says I sighed removing the covers from my body an getting up. I walked into the kitchen. Harry followed.

"Louis please. Hang out with me tonight, or the boys." Harry said

"What would we do? Play Yahtzee or monopoly? It's not fun." I said opening the fridge. Harry planted his hand on it closing it. Standing against the stainless steal.

"Can you move?" I asked

"You go out tonight I'm leaving you." Harry said my brows forwarded.

"You'll what?" I asked

"I'll leave you." He said I gulped slightly.

"A little party never hurt no one." I said

"It's hurting you. Us."

"It's not that bad." I said

"Louis. You come home drunk. Every night. I have to wipe your forehead and mouth when you throw up. I change you because your too out of it." He said I looked down. I trend to the kettle turning it on.

"There's a tea in the microwave for you." Harry says I nodded flicking the kettle off and starting the microwave.

"What are you going to do today?" He asked.

"I was planning on laying in bed."

"You're so lazy." Harry said

"I'm not lazy.. I just enjoy doing nothing." I said a small smile pulled at Harry's lips. The microwave went off, I took it out seeing it was already made with milk and sugar.

"Oh." I said.

"I have to go, management set up a thing with Kendall." He said

"Ugh, when are we going to stop this?" I asked

"What's wrong? Don't like LA?" Harry smirked

"No, I don't like sharing you." I said

"What about Eleanor?" Harry cocked an eyebrow.

"What about her?" I asked proving she meant nothing.

"I'll be home later." He said he walked passed me and kissed the top of my head.

"Be home by 8 or I might just have to go out." I said

"I'll be here at 7 then." He said I gave him a ghost of a smile.

"Can't wait." I said

He opened the door to our hotel room. Leaving me alone. I sipped my tea as the room was drained of sound. I stood there leaning against the counter. I looked out the window and watched Harry leave. When he rounded the corner I walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of champagne. I smiled at the bottle. I popped the cork and sipped it from the bottle. The bubbly liquid tickled all the way down.

I poured myself a glass and sat at the table. I let my eyes laze over as I put my feet up.

I heard my phone start to ring. Still wearing the jeans from last night I tugged the device out and answered


"Louis?" I sighed at the sound of Marco's voice.

"What do you want?" I said

"You out of LA."

"Relax mate. The fans still think I'm MIA." I said

"I don't want to risk it." He said

"And who the fuck are you to direct my life? I'm not a puppet. I'm a human being. Humans have rights. You are shit. How about you back off?" I snapped into the phone.

"I've got Eleanor a flight down to LA. She'll be there tomorrow. I expect you down by the shops. Smiles and happily in love. She'll text you her hotel inf."

"Whatever. Have fun in hell." I said I hung up my phone and tossed it into the counter. I gulped down the champagne and squinted my eyes.


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