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A/N)Louis' POV
His words replay over and over again in my head.
"I wasn't sure I was gonna be able to face you,"
I have no idea what I'm supposed to say to that. I am surprised, but not really. Given his family history, it's surprising that he would self-medicate like this. However I understand why he's doing it because before the meeting yesterday I took two Xanax bars...
The rest of the ride to my flat is silent. I watch his hands grip the steering wheel and I have to practically rip my eyes away. He has rings on every finger except his left middle. I feel my cheeks get hot as I watch him adjust his grip to drive single-handedly, and I divert my gaze out the window instead.
"Thanks," I break the silence as he pulls into my complex.
"For what?" He asks, face neutral.
"The ride," I continue, undoing my seatbelt.
"Oh. Yeah, sure," He shakes his head at his response.
"I guess I'll see you at the next meeting then," I awkwardly reply, stepping out of the car.
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FanfictieLouis Tomlinson and Harry Styles. You know them as Larry Stylinson. •COMPLETELY FICTIONAL, DONT COME FOR ME (sad/romantic/fluff/naughty)