larry oneshots i guess

all your fault

harry wanted to be done with everything. he just is at his breaking point, he didn't care anymore. he's tired of the heart break that louis is putting him through, it's like he does't care, oh wait, he really doesn't. harry knew that the night he came home and found louis shagging another man in /their/ home! louis just won't stop harry thinks. he's literally tearing harry apart.

harry's already in tears when he rushes upstairs to their bathroom. he opens the medicine cabinet and finds a bottle of sleeping pills. 'louis is probably hugged up with someone else right now, he doesn't care about you anymore,' harry thought to himself. he cried harder, more hysterically as he opened the bottle, then he stopped himself. 'something to drink,' he thought. he gripped the bottle tightly and went downstairs to the kitchen, grabbing the bottle of vodka they keep for "special occasions".

harry huffed quietly and walked back upstairs to the bathroom. he closed the door and sat against the wall, pouring a decent amount of pills into the palm of his hand. harry's trying his best to ignore the little voice in his head telling him to stop. he leaned his head back and popped the pills into his mouth, along with the vodka. he swallowed the combination, enjoying the way the vodka burned his throat. he continued to drink the alcohol, resting his head in his hands.

"this is all your fault, you bastard," harry cried.

this is it, it's all over. harry could feel the pills kicking in, he's hoping he took enough, he honestly doesn't want to wake up.

"i gave you everything, when in return i got nothing," were his last words.

//wow okay this was super harsh im so sorry//