Cause I'm Really Not Fine At All (Larry Stylinson)

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Liam was the only one who’s calm between the three. They had been searching for Louis for about three hours then and he, honestly, was getting worried himself.

Niall was asking the same question while pacing around in Louis’ house and Harry was most likely crying by now since he blamed himself for it to happen in the first place.

Zayn was not there because he had a date with the nurse from the hospital, Perrie, at the moment. 

“Do not blame yourself, Harry. It was not your fault.” Liam assured Harry which seemed like a thousand times that day, the receiver was getting annoyed by it. 

“Will you just shut the hell up, Liam.” Harry said through his gritted teeth albeit he was in his vulnerable position with his clenched fists around his knees, hugging them close to his broad chest. His cheeks were damp with the infinite tears that kept pouring down from his already blood-shot eyes. He was so mad with himself for ever letting Louis walk out from his sight, out of the house without any one's consent in such condition.

A quiet talk was heard in the background but Harry couldn't bring himself to care. All he wanted now was to know where Louis was. His Boobear. 

All of the sudden, a ringtone sounds from his pocket filled the room, silencing the conversation in the back. He sat up straight before reaching for the phone. The flash of confusion was written on his face when he saw Zayn was calling him. But he picked up right away. “Zayn?”

“What in the hell is Louis doing in the club right now? Tell me you did not let him, did you?” His tone was composed, showing no judgement but with a hint of worry.

“No, I didn't. He went on his own. Please Z, send me the location. I'll go there with Ni and Li right this second.” His slow voice suddenly became incoherent and his breath was erratic because of paranoia.

“Okay okay.. Calm down, yeah? Let Liam drive, please do it for me.. or Louis. He is here, in my sight. Don't worry.” He could tell Harry was a mess just from his shaky voice and couldn't possibly drive safely right then. 

“Yeah, yeah. Thank you, Zayn.” Harry pulled his still-confused two friends out of the door, not caring about how he looks right now. He ordered them to get in the car and he sat himself in the passenger seat as he opened up the location on his phone. “Drive, Liam. We're going to get Louis at the club Zayn sent me.”

After some demands from Harry to drive faster, they arrived at the exact club their two mates were in. With their IDs, they were let in easily by the bouncer.

Harry looked for a small boy between a bunch of sweaty people on the dance floor, wanting to make sure he was okay, not drinking too much. He was worried Louis would be tossed around easily by those burly men and the possibilities of him getting hurt made him uneasy and he shuddered. 

“Hey guys! Would—”

Harry grabbed Zayn’s collar before he finished the sentence. His eyes looked so sharp and dark, like they were ready to stab him through them. His jaw was clenched tight. “Where is he?” 

“Woah, slow down there, mate.” Zayn chuckled, thinking Harry was joking with him. Not so much after he noticed the glint in his eyes,  he'd regret it but oh well. “Well, you see. He was with this guy a moment ago and they went to look for an empty room and I didn't want to interrupt so–”

A flying fist was going to punch him for good if he was not fast enough to catch it. Zayn’s face turned into a scowl, seeing Harry didn't take his joke that well. “No need for that, H. I was kidding.”

Harry released his grasp from Zayn and snapped. “It's not even funny. Where is Louis?”

“He was at the bar down there, maybe he goes for a dance by now.” Zayn shrugged, his arm slipped around a young girl's waist who watched them silently. “Guys, this is Perrie. I know you already know her.”