☁️ prologue ☁️

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Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

This was not supposed to happen. Not yet. Not halfway through tour.

He could get through the rest of it right? He didn't have to say anything. He'd made it this far.

But as he laid there on the ground, trying not to cry because he was stuck there in a puddle of his own piss unable to get up, he knew that yes, he did have to say something.

Why? Oh God, why?

"Hey siri- call Harry." He spoke, because dammit he couldn't reach his phone.

"Lou? Hello?" Harry picked up on the first ring.

"Harry..." Louis whimpered, his voice slightly slurring. "I need help."

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