DISCLAIMER: THIS IS FICTION, LOOSELY BASED ON THE PUBLIC PERSONA AND NAMES OF HARRY STYLES, LOUIS TOMLINSON, AND THEIR FAMILY AND FRIENDS. I MEAN NO HARM OR OFFENSE TO THEM NOR THE OTHER NAMES USED FOR CHARACTERS FEATURED IN THIS STORY.
remember to pay attention to the dates
ATTEMPTED SUICIDE DEPICTED IN 2ND PART OF CHAPTER - TAKE CARE WHEN READING
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September 13th, 2011
G-A-Y bar, London, England
One Direction performance
"Happy birthday, Niall!"Louis yells out.
"Oh it will be. C'mere, Louis!" the blonde returns with a slightly manic cackle.
"Don't break him, Niall!" I call out worriedly.
"I'll be fine, Hazza, don't you worry your pretty little head." My boyfriend returns with a winning smile.
As the lads smash a cake onto Louis' face, I watched on, giggling embarrassingly when he kissed me, only to wipe frosting on my cheek.
"Lou!"
"Sorry, Hazza babe!" He returned, stilling as he looked to the wings of the stage. A small frown covered his face, but he blinked it away, chucking a chunk of cake at Zayn instead. A fake smile enveloped his previously genuine one, this time focussing on the others.
I stand on the stage, still, now uncertain of my movements. More cake has been smeared across Louis' blue shirt and token red pants, and now Zayn, Liam and Niall are covered in it as well. I'm lost, utterly confused as to why Louis so quickly ignored me, when I spot an all-too-familiar face in the wings.
Stubble spreads across his chin and cheeks, eyebrows furrowed, dark hair parted in the middle. Frown lines run through Simon's forehead, his apparent disgust at a gay couple not quite suiting our setting.
Why are we being closeted at a literal gay bar?
"Harry, come on!" Zayn calls me over for our final bows. Facing the audience, we lower our torsos into a deep bow, our smiles returning as the crowd cheers. A young girl with short, pastel purple hair yells out "We love you, larry!".
The words echo in my mind, just as I spot Simon's scowl.
"Simon, what a, uhm... pleasant surprise?" Liam greets awkwardly. We weren't expecting him, especially not here.
"You, boy, come with me." He says gruffly, pointing at Louis with his broad, tanned hand.
"Can I-"
"No, Styles, you cannot. Louis here will see you all tomorrow, get back to the hotel."
I helplessly wave back at Lou, and he walks over to peck me on the lips, I pull him in. I try to drag it out, even pressing my crotch against him in attempts to get him to come with me, but I know when he detaches his lips that the game is up. He has to go with Simon, leaving me with Paul.
"Be careful, boo." I mutter softly.
"I'll see you later, babe. Love you."
"Love you too."
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December 12th, 2017
Doncaster
Second Home of Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles
"Babe?" I called out, carefully placing the two bowls of pasta on the polished marble countertop. "Babe, dinner's ready!"
No response.
About half hour ago, Louis came home from Dan's place, immediately breaking down in my arms. I had just held him, then told him to go wash up before dinner and that we could talk it all out afterwards. He just seemed to be having an off day, and Dan hasn't been able to get up and go to work since Jay's death, so it's been hard on Louis.
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FanfictionHarry Styles finds his fiance, Louis Tomlinson, near to death on a bathroom floor. Cause: Attempted suicide. When Louis is hospitalized, it's all Harry can do to hold himself together, even as his life falls apart around him. Zayn turns up, with ens...
