save my heart (larry stylinson)

chapter 25: lover is childlike

chapter 25:
lover is childlike

Days passed. No one had heard from Harry since that night.

Liam was almost at his breaking point. He was an inch away from involving the police. He would've already if it weren't for Harry reading his texts, but never replying.

He felt better knowing he was alive.

Life around him went on, the boys eventually all headed home, leaving him in his empty apartment. Niall had flown to Ireland for his mum's birthday.

He knew he shouldn't feel lonely, before Harry and Niall moved in he had lived by himself and he had done just fine.

It could just be the never ending weight on his shoulders, the worry and guilt eating him from the inside out. Louis wasn't coping well with the realization of what he'd done

Louis refused to take his medication, which lead to many outbursts and flares of anger. He claimed it drove away Harry, and he couldn't do that again. He was uncontrollably emotional and definitely not stable enough to be alone for any reason at any time.

Liam, Zayn, and Niall had all mutually agreed it was best for him to finally get what he needed. Treatment. After a phone call with Jay, and a tantrum from Louis, finally they filled out all the paper work and got all the signatures needed to send him on his way to healing.

He was leaving in three days time to a nice facility in his hometown, Doncaster. Jay had suggested one close to her, knowing her son struggled with the thought of being alone.

Liam was just worried about when Harry came back

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"Honey?" Jay called upstairs, patiently awaiting a response.

Louis decided maybe if he didn't answer, he could just disappear.

"Louis," his mother said more sternly, footsteps becoming louder.

The door opened and jay sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed, "I know you don't want to go,"

He didn't. He knew that wasn't a secret.

"But it's the best option for you. You can't keep having these, these fits. They're ruining not only you, but those who you love."

Harry. She was talking about Harry.

Harry whose eyes where greener than fresh cut grass in summer. Whose smile was like the stars at night.

Harry who said he'd never love him again.

"You have three more days, why don't you go out with your old friends? You haven't seen Stan in a while." She offered, gently running her hands up and down Louis' back.

Jay took a breath and stood up, before walking out of the room and shutting the door.

When he knew she was safely downstairs, Louis sat up and wobbly walked to the mirror in his bathroom.

He looked like a stranger.

His stomach grumbled angrily, but he knew if he ate now it would just come back up.

Carefully he walked back into his old room, throwing on a sweater over his t-shirt. He slipped on his vans and went downstairs, phone fully charged in pocket.

"Where are you going?" Jay says from the kitchen, washing the dishes.

"I'm gonna go see my old friends, like you suggested." He lies

"Okay. Please, please be home before dark. I worry about you a lot and the girls want to have a movie night," She opens her mouth, but closes it. "Just be safe, okay?"