5 years too late [L.S]

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TW: mention of selfharm

Harry

Headache. A beautiful consequence of alcohol. Oh and let's not forget the vomiting. Luckily I threw up everything yesterday. Still tasting the vomit... ughhhh I still hate puking.

Trying to stand up was a struggle and after almost falling over for the third time I finally make it to the bathroom to wash my teeth and face. Freshening up. Trying at least. Memories from last night flashing by, making me dizzy. Fuck. I should've stopped after shot number 7.

I was sure I imagined some of the memories, it must have been dreams. But as I walk down the steps, in my pants from last night, without a shirt, I see him there. Louis. Sleeping on my couch. Just like he promised. So it wasn't a dream. Well this will be fun.

I walk into the kitchen, taking out pills, and preparing some for Niall and Louis to if needed. Downing the pill with water I almost choke when a body suddenly hugs me from behind. Quiet harshly. It isn't Louis, I would recognize his smell from miles away. Niall.

I slowly turn around and instead of him huggning me properly, he slaps me. Actually slaps me.

"Ouchhh, what the fuck Niall, that hurt" I rub my cheek, feeling the warmth. Niall is really underestimating his strength.

"You are a real fucker, how could you Harry, how could you?" He almost cries out

"I didn't sleep with your ex-girlfriend too... did I?" I see Louis leaning on the doorframe. "No offense Louis"
"none taken, but I will be heading home now, need to pack, you good?"

Shit. I really did embarrass myself last night, didn't I. Well I'm almost glad I don't remember all our conversations. "Uhh, yeah, sorry for last night, bye" I say looking down on the floor, ashamed.

As soon as I hear the from door close I turn to Niall again.

"Please tell me I didn't accidentally sleep with one of your ex girlfriends, or one of your best friends"

"What? No you didn't. But you hurt my feelings, I feel like I wasn't there for you, I should have checked up on you earlier, I would have forced you to talk to me, I should have moved in earlier"

"First of all, since when did you move in"

"Since the first time I slept here"

"Secondly, I wouldn't have let you in even if you tried, and that goes for both my mind and apartment. Now what the hell are you on mate, are you still drunk?"

"No. No I'm not drunk. But Harry... I know.."

"Know what"

"That you hurt yourself"

"WHAT" I scream, anger and fear biking inside me. How the fuck does he know.

" Harry why did you not tell me"

"None of your business, how the fuck do you know, did you really snoop around my bathroom after I let you sleep here, knowing you hate being on your own. That's low of you, that's really-"

"I didn't snoop, Louis told me..."

Hold up. What? Louis was here for one night. One night. And he once again manages to fuck things up for me.

"You got to be fucking kidding me"

"Listen, I know you are mad at him but I practically forced it out of him"

" I don't care! It was my place to tell, not his"

"But did you ever plan on telling me?"

"Well... honestly, I don't know Niall... it's... hard..."