One shots

Savior (L.S)

{Louis has a problem with drugs and Harry forces him to get clean.}

It was going on for way to long now, Louis was loosing himself, forcing his only loved one to stand there and watch.
It had to stop.
The addiction had to stop.
Harry refused to surrender anymore and so he decided to take things in his own hands.

Louis was addicted to his little happy pills since college, unable to quit.
Just as much as he, the curly haired boy was addicted, addicted to the brunette boy he called his boyfriend, loosing him wasn't an option. He already lost to many of his friends to drugs. Not another one, not this one. But after s few events Harry had to face the fact that this, wasn't in his hands anymore.
So Louis sat on the couch in thier apartment,alone.
His body was shivering bad when no warmth seemed to come through the thick pullovers and blankets wrapping him up, and at the same time he was burning up. The only thing apart from Psychoses running through this mind was a little white pill with a smily face in it.
He needed it, his cold body arching from how bad he was actually craving it. He physically needed it to function. At first the addiction was a party thing,nothing to serious just a little bit fun here and there since everyone did, but soon it was more then fun. It became a everyday thing with no one able to step in and tell Louis off. Whenever the anxiety in his body overwhelmed him he took a pill and soon he even took one when he wasn't anxious about just to prevent himself from feeling anything.

The whole apartment was messed up and darkened, no light shining through the curtains at all, to help the small brunette with his suffer. There were all sort of drinks and foods on a little bedside table, all to take as much pain away as possible. But the only thing that would really take the pain would be his happy pill.

No matter what Harry had tried in the past, what he threatened to do, it wasn't enough to make Louis give up on drugs. The brunette boy tried several times before to stop, but always gave in to the strong force pulling him to the drugs.
This time though, there was no going back, he would succeed, he had to succeed since failure would mean loosing Harry forever.

The air in thier apartment was filled with a disgusting smell mixed of sweat, from Louis heat phases and puke along with dirty clothes and laundry.
The brunette was now clean for a good seventy-three hours. Since his last shot he expirienced a mix of cold and heat phases, sometimes his skin felt like fire while other times he was freezing to death. Harry checked his temperature a few times showing he had developed a bad fever that raised and fell in a matter of minutes
Then he was also switching between extreme hunger, we're he couldn't stop eating, and puking episodes were he couldn't even keep a glass of water down. To cut it short he was a wreck. All off the years of taking drugs had worn him out. His body was physical beaten, bis blood pressure way to high and his teeth were nearly black by now. Louis big bule teary eyes were hidden under a veil of yellow, caused by his failing kidney, and his skin was a purpleish shade since he was so pale. To summarize, if he wouldn't be able to stop drugs this time, he would probably be dead before he could try again.

The craving for drugs came in waves now not being constantly there anymore. It was coming and going as the days he spent suffering. In episodes where he wasn't craving it as bad as now, Harry would come in to him, hold him and tell him how good he was doing. But in bad phases, Harry knew to stay away.

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'"Lou, I'm home and I brought your favorite Chinese food!" Harry yelled through the flat, not meaning any harm.
Louis sat in the bathroom floor shivering. He couldn't afford his last shot so he was unwillingly forced to stay clean for the first time since he started.
"Not now Harry." he whispered already annoyed as he made his way to the kitchen.
"But lou- oh are you okay? "
"No!" Louis screamed, suddenly getting right in Harry's face. "Shut the hell up and go away. You're so Annoyingly loud. Shut up for once." the smaller brunette shouted pushing Harry back with every word until his back hit the wall. Tears were forming in Harry's eyes, it was the first time he ever expirienced one of Louis episodes so he didn't knew better at the time then try to argue. "Lou-" suddenly a hard slap was sounded through the room, leaving Louis shocked with a stinging hand and Harry with a red cheek and and a broken heart.'
Even though Harry was much taller he wasn't able to hurt Louis in a physical was ever so he hadn't had a chance then to take whatever the smaller brunette did to him.
After this, it was also the first time Harry tried to get Louis to quit abusing drugs, showing him what they made him do. After Louis apologized about a hundred times they sat down together and talked for a long time, and Louis admitted his issues. But sadly, even though all the promises that were made that night, Louis was back to drugs a week later. A month goes by without anything happen, until Harry comes home to the wrong time again and this time it isn't just his cheek that hurts after. The brunette boy had beaten his boyfriend until he didn't moved. And Even after that Harry stayed.
The curly haired threatened to leave his boyfriend a lot, but it never seemed to have an impact on his behavior. What finally did the wakeup call, was, when Louis once again lost control and hit Harry so hard, his nose began to bleed so bad that Louis had blood in his own hands. The tall curly head actually already had his bags packed, when Louis begged him to stay pathetically crying for him to stay. His boyfriend didn't belive him when he promised to get clean so Louis had no choice but agreed to a compromise.

"Louis I refuse to loose you to the drugs but I'll give in, I'm done. If you don't quite now, we're done forever. I'm. Not staying to watch you kill yourself."

Shorty after Harry has left, so Louis had one last chance, to get clean and get his life together but this time he was nearly on his own. Harry had moved to a friend leaving Louis alone and for this first time he really felt alone as well.
The boy was completely left alone, by his family, friends and now Harry. His normal solution would be to take a pill, but this time be needed to pull through with his white gold.

"Louis?" a quite voice suddenly interuppted the silence on thier once shared flat. Harry came into the room seeing the pity full state his love was In right away. He was torn between the urge to hold him close and forgive all his mistakes and the knowledge that he had to be strong for Louis now and push him away.
"Harry" the broken boy wined, attempting to hug the tall curly head but quickly sat back down when all he got was a hard stare. "Still Clean?" the tall boy asked, trying not to show his care. "Yes I promise, I'm clean I- I'm clean.." Louis stuttered, the pain almost overwhelming while he spoke. His whole body ached, especially his throat since he hadn't talked for a few days. "Okay, I've got some food for you. I'm already on my way back. See you tomorrow. Stay clean." Harry replied cold as ice, even if he was close to break when he heard Louis' Wimmer. "Please no Harry... I know it's my fault but I can't.. I can't do this without you anymore.. Please help me. I'm sorry please.." the brunette cryed, hugging his stomach as it hurts so badly again. He hadn't eaten since yesterday and with the constant fight his body was in, he was already drained." Please hold me, please.. " the boy cried again, crawling towards the tall boy physical not able to stand up. "No Louis, you had you're chance. Get clean and we can talk about this relationship." "No please, no" Harry was about to leave when Louis suddenly screamed in pain, pushing himself up to him feet even though every part of his body told him to stop. "No!" he screamed again, and as soon as he was in Harry's reach he hugged his body, failing to hold himself up so he slipped down to his knees. "I can't Harry! I can't, I'm so cold.. Please I'm horrible and I'm so brokenly disgusting but please don't so this to me, I can't-, I'm so close to breaking, please..." he sobbed, hugging his taller boyfriend's waist as close as he could. Harry felt nothing but a weak tugging though. Suddenly Louis began to breath heavily, not able to catch his breath when his lungs closed up.
" Hey, Louis, hey, what's up? Honey whats wrong?" the tall boy asked getting concerned when he saw his boyfriend struggle so much.
"S-stay..."Harry's featured grew soft at that. "It's okay, I'm not going anywhere but you have to calm down.." the smaller boy nodded breathless, allowing Harry to pick him up and carry him to the couch. "It's okay just breath I'm hear... I'm not letting you go."
"I- sorry.. But I need you, please."
"Not going anywhere love. You're home. I'll keep you safe, just don't think about it." the curly boy assured, knowing Louis was craving his drug so badly his body was about to shut down. After a while of laying there limps tangled together Louis breath event out and his tears seemed to dry down.
" I'm sorry Harry, I swear if I survive this I'll go get a therapist for my anxiety, I'll never drink again and I'll never, ever use again I'll get better for you. I'll be better for you. And I swear I'll never lay a hand on you again."

"And I'll be with you through this entire process from here on. I'll not leave you alone. Louis, I thought you needed this but even though I know You're feeling like dying right now, you're gonna pull through and we'll be happily living together, because I refuse to accept any other opportunity. Louis, we'll be okay." The tall boy promised feeling his older boyfriend slowly loosing the power to hold onto him. The brunettes hand that was holding his t-shirt a minute ago fell limp next to him."I love you Louis," Harry slurred, but Louis was already gone.

The future showed that Harry was right though. He progress was long and painful for both of them. Louis had to learn how to walk and talk again, get a full replacement for his teeth and a kidney transplant after his own failed completly causing the boy to fall into a six week coma. After Louis was recovered and medically 'clean' a doctor told them how close Louis was to death and Louis promised to Never touch drugs again. Harry made Louis go to therapy, which turned out one of the best decisions of his life..

5 years later and Louis was officially considered clean. Nothing gave him more happiness than the fact that he was able to celebrate with his friends, his family who he got back shortly after nearly dieing from Kidney failure, but most importantly his fiance. Harry. The love of his life. His savior. His home.