Syndrome // H.S.

11. Someday, Maybe When We're Older

Harry's POV

I don't know how he does it, but Louis can find someone to sleep with in the most rural parts of the world. When he announced to the room that he had found someone to fuck and that the rest of us needed to get out, Liam had of course gotten mad.

"I'm not going anywhere, dipshit. You can fuck outside for all I care," he had told him.

Louis actually did it too. 

He returned with a grin plastered on his face, looking at us expectantly as if he were waiting for us to ask how it went. The only thing he got was a disinterested, "Your fly is down," from Niall. Lou's smile never faltered though.

"Harry, you wanna go smoke?" he asked me. I shrugged and got up from the bed I shared with him. 

Liam, Niall, and I had flipped coins last night to determine who had to sleep next to him, and I lost. To say I didn't rest well was an understatement; Louis slept like a toddler. He tossed and turned, throwing limbs everywhere and hogging the entire bed. At one point I had woke up to a hand smacking across my stomach, and then a leg across my own as he spread out on his back, starfish style. I had to literally push his smaller frame back over to his side of the mattress. 

I still didn't envy Liam though; he had to sleep with Niall, who was a known cuddler. That's actually how I woke up this afternoon, hearing an angry Liam exclaim, "How the fuck am I supposed to sleep when you're trying to spoon me?!"

Louis, who was already awake and very not-hungover like the rest of had found it hilarious. "Aw, Liam. You've never striked me as the small spoon type but it all makes sense now," which had earned a pillow straight to his face. It flew across the room so hard, I'm surprised it didn't knock him out.

Louis and I were standing outside now, lighting up. I caught myself looking over towards the room that Lilith and Zayn were sharing, checking to see if maybe she was outside. I was almost disappointed when she wasn't, so I looked back over towards Louis. I noticed right away that his smile had disappeared. He also had his hands on his hips and was looking at me like he was waiting for me to say something. I figured he was wanting to brag about his recent conquest as usual, so I sighed and asked, "How was your romantic date by the dumpsters."

"Fabulous. I need to tell you something," he responded. I groaned, knowing I was about to receive more details than I wanted. "Not about that, pervert." He paused for a second and then added, "I'll tell you about it later," with a wink.

I rolled my eyes at him. "What's up?"

"This is kind of serious, so I don't know how to talk about it. I also don't want Liam and Niall to know because it seems kind of personal. I saw-- shit, I don't really know what I saw. Well, yeah I do, but I don't know why. But I also heard some things last night that I don't know if I should tell you, but I'm going to anyway because this seems serious, and you know I don't do well with serious--"

"Louis."

"Right." He took a deep breath. "I saw Lil making herself throw up."

He had caught my full attention with her name. "What?"

"Yeah like, well, I don't know," he was rambling again. It reminded me of the old Louis, who used to have a really bad stutter. Over the years, he seemed to learn how to manage it. But every now and then it would come back when he was nervous or trying to be serious, which wasn't often. "She was about to throw up anyway, I guess, she looked like she was about to be sick. But nothing happened, so she like..." he mimed sticking his fingers in his mouth. I felt sick to my stomach.

"When was this?" I asked harshly.

"When I was outback with Lisa, when we were about to, you know," he told me. I recognized the name of his hookup, but I became enraged.