Larry Stylinson Sick/Hurt/Comfort Stories🌙☁️✨

🩹 louis- drug addiction 🩹

TW: drug abuse, depression

Harry stepped out of the car, thanking the driver, and walked up to the front door. He finally had a long break from what seemed to be his never-ending tour, and was so ready to have some time to just spend with his love.

He was tired, and it was winter, so he was more than ready to get inside for cuddles and a movie with Louis.

"Baby? I'm home!" Harry called out as he walked through the door, toeing off his shoes. He was surprised though, when Louis didn't answer. Normally he'd come running to him, jumping into his arms, squealing.

But today? Silence.

"Lou?" He called out again, walking further inside, he checked the bathroom as he walked down the entry hall, and when he didn't see him he headed to the living room.

His heart sunk at the sight he was met with. Louis was on the floor, leaning his head back against the couch. He had a needle in his arm, and his eyes were unfocused and bleary.

Harry was angry. He wanted to scream, cry, throw something at the wall- and it took everything in him to not lose his cool.

He thought Louis was clean. He'd been battling heroin addiction for a few years now, but he'd been clean for a year and a half at the time Harry had last seen him.

Harry knew that yelling and fighting wouldn't help. He'd been down that road with Louis before, and Louis always responded with more defiance and rage.

Harry had been through this a few times now. He knew he had to be sweet and gentle with him. He had to show him how much he loved him, and go about helping him in a soothing manner.

"Louis, darling...." Harry said softly, approaching him slowly and then kneeling on the ground in front of him. He gently put a hand on Louis' cheek.

Louis blinked a few times slowly, his gaze focusing on Harry briefly, and then away again. He was so lost right now, Harry knew he'd used a lot. "We're gonna get you clean again, okay?" He pressed a lingering kiss to Louis' clammy forehead, and then carefully removed the empty needle from Louis' arm. Slowly, he helped Louis up to his feet. The smaller one stumbled, nearly falling, so Harry scooped him up into his arms. "I'll just carry you then honeybee, it's alright."

Louis laid his head against Harry's broad chest, listening to the sound of his everbeating heart. It brought him so much comfort.

Things had been so hard lately, he was lonely and afraid most of the time, and without Harry's warm body to hold him, he'd slipped back into finding comfort in other ways- heroin.

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Harry helped Louis undress, and got him into a warm bath. It was obvious he hadn't showered in days, and he needed to be looked after.

He washed him up, being so gentle with him, as if he was terrified that he might break.

Louis was quiet the whole time, just letting Harry take care of him while his world blurred and spun.

He wanted to say something, to thank him, tell him he loved him, but his mouth felt all wrong. When he opened it to speak, the words wouldn't come out. He felt like the words in his head had to travel through miles of gooey syrup to even try and come out. He closed his mouth again, tears starting to leak from his eyes.

"Hey... hey it's alright," Harry said gently, nearly in tears himself as he unplugged the drain. He helped Louis sit up further, then grabbed a soft white towel, wrapping it around his shoulders and scooping him up into his arms.

It was just after Harry had gotten him settled into bed for an afternoon nap, when Louis finally spoke. "I missed you so much Haz...." he whispered, a trembling hand reaching up and resting on Harry's arm.