Larry Stylinson sick fics

Louis- addiction pt.1

I know this isn't really a sick fic but oh well.

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TW- this chapter will contain smoking, drinking and mentions if self harm and suicide. Don't read it if it will trigger you 🫶🏻

Enjoy x

LOUIS POV

I was fucking 5 months clean...

No smoking, no drinking, no self harm, no nothing. I was doing so well.

Then I got the message...

I'm so sorry Louis, we can talk about it soon but I'm going to the hospital to sign some paperwork. She's gone.
Love Lottie x

My mum.

She was dead.

Gone and never coming back.

Harry was out with some friends so I was on my own.

I felt physically sick thinking about mum.

She was doing better, one relapse and she was gone...

I went into the bathroom to find the razor I told Harry I had thrown away months ago.

I pressed it into my wrist and dragged the blade down my skin until it bled.

Then I couldn't stop.

It's like I blacked out or something, and all of a sudden there was 17 fresh cuts on my wrist and there was blood all over my wrist and the floor.

"Why stop here?" I thought, going downstairs and taking a pack of cigarettes from the cupboard I used to keep them and went into the living room, stumbling slightly and landing on the floor.

I took a cigarette out the box and took a long drag, feeling a lot better almost instantly. All the guilt from cutting went away and I felt so good for the first time in months.

After I had used more than a pack I took a few beers from the fridge, taking a swig from one.

After a while there was no beers left, no cigarettes and the cuts were starting to sting.

I tried to get to the bathroom but I was a little tipsy and I tripped and fell, then I blacked out.

Harry POV

I was just our with my friends and I was excited to go home and see my LouBear.

I unlocked the door and entered the house.

The smell of beer and cigars filled the room.

"Fuck" I thought.

I ran to the couch, seeing an unconscious Louis propped up against it.

"Louis?" I questioned. "babe!?"

"Shit!" I panicked, picking him and and placing him gently on the couch with a pillow up against his head.

I sat with his hand in mine sobbing into his chest for nearly 20 minutes.

I decided after 10 minutes, if he didnt wake up I would call an ambulance, but luckily, he woke up.

"Baby boy, are you ok, what happened you were doing so well" I rambled.

Louis pressed his finger to my lips.

"Headache." He mumbled.

His sleeve fell, showing the thick red and purple deep cuts.

"Lou!" I yelled.

Smoking and drinking was one thing, cutting was another problem.

"I'm sorry I'm so so sorry I hate this so much I'm sorry." He panicked, tears rolling down his pale cheeks.

"It's ok my angel, let's get you cleaned up and then we can get changed and watch a movie in bed, we'll talk about this in the morning.

He nodded, looking down shamefully.

"It's ok my BooBear, this shit happens." I kissed his nose and took him upstairs.

Louis POV

Harry sat me on the edge of the bathtub, and used antiseptic wipes to clean the blood away.

Then he wrapped a bandage on my wrist and changed my bloody hoodie.

Then he took me to bed and said we could talk when I was feeling better, but I really didn't think I would ever get better.

I fell asleep I guess but when I woke up I was in a pool of my own sweat, and panicking a lot.

I know Harry said we would talk in the morning but this was a lot to keep in.

I punched through the wall.

To be continued...

Sorry I haven't posted a lot recently I'm busy with skl 🙄😒

I'll post pt.2 soon enough I guess but I also haven't been feeling to well recently but I wanted to post this x