My Drug. (L.T)

Part one.

Beep beep beep-

I groan as i reach for my alarm and turn it off. The damn thing has been going off for at least more than an hour. This has pretty much been my routine for the past week. Sleeping in till God knows when, and to be honest, I didn't care.

I climb out of bed and pull on my Black skinny jeans and Black top with the words 'Endlessly' on it. I go into the bathroom and brush my hair and teeth before heading downstairs.

"Morning sleeping beauty."

"Ah, You're finally coming out then."

"You look like shit, but Morning."

"More like afternoon." Harry huffed, after the other comments from the lads. I don't know what Harry's problem is, like i haven't got enough going on.

"Harry, Whats your problem?" I asked softly, trying my hardest to keep my anger under control, today wasn't the day for getting angry, today was a day to remember all the good times, even the bad.

"Louis, you're not the only-" Harry began, but I cut him off before he could say anymore.

"You know what Harry, You think you've got it hard. You didn't loose the love of your life did you? You didn't loose a beautiful brown haired girl, who should be walking through our door with a smile on her face, but no Harry, shes laying in a Morgue. Lifeless. Not a single breath left in her chest and you telling me I'm not the only one who should be upset? I know I'm not the only one Harry but it sure does feel like it!" I was almost shouting by now, my eyes started to water as I crumbled down to the floor, burying my face in my hands.

"Boo-Bear, I'm sorry." he said walking over to me and engulfing me in a hug as i burst into tears. "I'm sorry for being to hard on you Lou. I'm not taking to good either, After all. She was my only sister..."