Larry Oneshots

Complicated Freak

Short description: Louis and Harry are not together anymore, Louis spends his nights partying and doesn't realize how much he's hurting Harry. The band is still together and Zayn doesn't leave, but Louis just won't talk to Harry.

Songs for this OS:
Talking to the Moon - Bruno Mars
Trying my best - Anson Seabra
Ghost of You - 5 Seconds of Summer
Falling - Harry Styles
The One That Got Away - Brielle von Hugel
If The World Was Ending - JP Saxe, Julia Michaels
Sara - We Three (Tw)
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⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️: alcohol and drug abuse, suicidicial thoughts, attempted suicide

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(Harry's POV)

Harry watched him drag another unnamed guy across the hallway. The sight was nothing new for him, but that didn't mean it hurt any less. They broke up about four weeks ago, and since then, Louis was sometimes already drunk before noon and had a new hook up almost every night. Sometimes, Harry heard them even from his room. It was exhausting. It seemed like Louis either wanted to punish himself or Harry for their break up. Probably both. But the worst part was, Louis didn't even acknowledge him anymore. Harry wasn't sure if his former boyfriend had looked at him for more than five seconds since they split. He let out a heavy sigh and heaved himself up from the hotel floor. He slowly shuffled into his own room and was greeted by - surprise - silence. He used to share hotel rooms with Louis. Another sigh. He shuffled into the bedroom, dimming the lights on his way. He couldn't even bare looking at the moonlight seeping through the windows and shut the heavy curtains until the rooms were pitch black. There was a ritual they did, after Shows or interviews they'd sit together at night, across from each other on the broadest window sill they could find. No talking, just sitting there, admiring each other, or looking out of the window, to the moon until both of them came to the ground again from the high of their public life. Needless to say, Harry didn't like to be reminded. He stumbled to the kingsize bed and dropped down on it, not bothering to shed out of his clothes. His tired body ached for some sleep, something he hadn't been granted the last few days. He hadn't slept much after the break-up, but it was better than nothing. He listened to his own, harsh breathing and tried to relax, but his mind kept wandering back to a certain feather haired boy.
After three hours of hopeless shifting on the mattress, he sat up again and stared into the dark. He considered making himself some tea and started to get up, when he heard noises. He froze as he listened and realized, that he heard moans from the other side of the wall. Louis' moans, specifically. Harry closed his eyes for a moment, cursing under his breath. What had he done to deserve this? He lifted himself up from the mattress and shuffled to the small kitchen of his luxurious hotel room. On the way, he grabbed his headphones and tried to blend out the noises from the other room. He prepared himself a cup of tea and is mind wandered once more. He cursed when he burned his hand with the now hot water. He nearly started crying and held his throbbing hand under the tap. For a moment, he allowed himself to close his eyes and give in to the dull ache behind his eyelids. He flinched when he heard a sharp knock on his door.

"What the actual fuck? It's 2a.m.?!"

"It's just me, can't sleep. Can you let me in?"

Liam. Harry sighed, he really wanted to be alone now, but he didn't want to be rude to Liam. He slowly went to the door and opened it, letting the other boy inside. After a short greeting, he flopped down on the couch in the center of the room and Harry went back to the little kitchen without another word. Roughly ten minutes later he came back with two cups of Earl Grey and took place beside his friend.

"Why are you up anyways? As you said, it's 2a.m."

Harry shrugged. He didn't want to tell Liam the whole reason, so he just settled on mumbling out that he couldn't sleep, obviously. He just eyed the curly haired boy with a worried look, but didn't press further. Harry glanced at Liam and took a sip from his tea.