Could you be any louder?

chapter 2

"Oh please." Louis waves his hand, as to dismiss that statement. "You really think they would care to do that? I would've taken you for a much smarter guy."

"I literally paid them a lot extra, so in fact yes, I would think so." Harry bites back, his eyes on fire as his dark curls wave angrily around his head. "They didn't follow my request."

The motion of his hair makes Louis sick, the curly strands are moving too much. "Oh thanks for stating the obvious, really needed that."

"I'm fucking sorry okay? I swear I didn't know it was this loud throughout our entire house." Harry defeatedly leans back against the counter, on the opposite side of where Louis was sat.

Louis lets out a scoff, his head hurting with the motion. He desperately tries to say something but the words won't form in his mouth.

He tries to look at Harry's face for a second but everything he looks at suddenly starts deforming. Bubbles of bright pink, orange and green create an awful scenery throughout his vision. He's seeing waves everywhere, anything he focuses on makes it worse. The waves differ in color, more rapidly changing with the second. He feels his stomach turn at the sight.

He stands up with a sigh that makes him feel even more nauseous, ready to make his way to the bathroom. He doesn't see anything anymore, just more and more colors dancing around in his vision.

As he stumbles over his own feet, he lets his hands fly up to his head, as if to stop the pain for just a second of relief. "Fuck." He breathes, barely finding his voice at all. "Fuck fuck fuck."

"Hey Louis," He hears a voice ringing into his ears from afar, distant almost as if he's underwater. "Hey hey mate, slow down."

"I need to-" His words get lost in him gagging, his chest raising up an unhealthy amount as his body curls over. He clutches his fingers over his mouth as if to hold it in.

Louis suddenly feels two warm, strong arms holding him upright, swiftly guiding him to the bathroom.

As soon as his knees hit the floor, right in front of the toilet, his whole body heaves again, his chest rising rapidly as the nasty acid makes it way through his throat and nose at the same time. It burns like fuck but he can't stop the second time from happening either.

After he's done throwing up every single thing in his body, he feels horrible, wrecked and he literally feels like a mother fucking oil tanker has driven over him.

When he runs his tongue over his teeth he gags from the taste the acid left in his mouth. He feels disgusting, he's too hot, his jeans are too tight, his shirt too wide and his headache only increases with the second.

"Just one sip." Louis hears, right as a glass cup hits his lips. His eyes don't open yet, the darkness feels safe. But he obediently opens his mouth as the person tilts the cup and speaks again. "Hey c'mon. You're okay."

Everything hurts as he tries to stand up after, his vision still so distorted that he has to feel his surroundings on his fingertips. Tracing the wall to the doorframe, just to get a picture of where he is.

"Woah mate," A voice makes it way into his head, but he doesn't even know who it belongs to. All he knows is that he feels supported in the arms that sneak around his body. "Take it easy there."

He doesn't want anything more than sleeping in silence right now, his body is too heavy to carry right now, so he sags down on the floor again. "Sleep." He whispers.

"Not here." The voice rings in again. "Let me."

Louis' voice breaks, as he curses. "Fuck."

He feels himself being carried but he doesn't have the energy to open his eyes anymore. There's still colors aggressively dancing in his mind, some fighting for dominance over the others.