Dare || L.S

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Louis scratches his pen over the paper, avoiding the questions floating though his head. He rests his pen again and lifts his eyes to the tauntingly ticking clock. The room is bright and hot, Louis' clothes cling to his frame. He moves around constantly. Either his leg is uneasily bopping along to the ticking or his hand is scratching around his cuticles.  The skin around his nail looks bright red. He rests his head on his hand and stares at the paper. His head is floating, completely empty and fogged with everything but the material he should've studied. While he is trying to stay focused and relaxed, his heart is slowly starting to betray him with a very fast uncomfortable rhythm. His throat ties just and his lungs are working overtime because there is no way he will finish 26 questions in 17 minutes and still pass with an acceptable grade. This morning he woke up nauseous. He didn't eat breakfast and ignored his anxiety pills. Harry drove him to university but on their way he had noticed Harry chewing a lot even though he hadn't eaten anything either. He appeared very awake and avoidant of eye contact until Louis told him to stop the car. Then they had a long fight because Harry had sniffed coke before 8 a.m. He has also driven under the influence. Louis was furious. He screamed at Harry, called him names and closed the car door very harsch when he left to take the train.

He writes down an insane amount of nonsense as he sees the last ten minutes approaching. His hand cramps uncomfortably and his head is starting to hurt. He never felt this exhausted. He longs to wrap himself in his blanket and dose off to some documentary.

The professor clears his throat, "Five minutes left!" He readjusts his glasses and picks his newspaper back up. 

Louis writes his name on the top left corner and pushes his chair back, ot scratches over the floor and creates an unmissable agitating noise. Five students turn their eyes towards him with glaring looks. He stands up and walks up to his professor's desk, he puts his unfinished exam on the table and leaves.

The cold autumn air grazes his shoulders. He puts his hands the pockets of his hoodie and hurries across the street. His eyes sting already and the lump in his throat has grown to the size of a house. He opens his car and shuts the door immediately. His vision blurs, he tries to blink the tears away but they won't budge. His cheeks grow hot. He starts his car and drives, a few other drivers rightfully honk at him multiple times but he can't bring himself to care. He studied so much for this. And like always, it's all gone to nothing.

He drives home, gets out of the car. His foot lands on a wet leaf, he tumbles and tries to grab onto the car door but it is too late - he crashes down, his back hitting the curb. He curses loudly. His phone is a few meters from him, on the asphalt, with a split screen. Louis grabs it angrily and bites his tongue walking towards the front door. The entire left side of his body hurts. He's sure his ribs are completely bruised.

He kicks his shoes off and sighs. The smell of wood and his favorite candle catch his nose. He breathes in the smell of his home. His head has been feeling woozy for a while now. He can't directly pinpoint why. Maybe it's the weather. He tried calling his mother a few times over the last week but she hadn't answered. Probably busy. He knows of Harry gets home they're going to have a fight. He can feel the anger in his bones already. This can't go on any longer, Harry is very obviously taking drugs irresponsibly. Driving on drugs, insanity. Louis shakes his head. He round the corner and enters the living room where he freezes on the spot.

Professor Twist, his mother, his sisters, Niall, Harry, Zayn, Livia and his father all sit on the large couch - looking at him with an oddly concerned look. That's when he notices another person with a badge standing at the end of the couch. Even Clifford and Clown are there staring him to death. Louis puts his totebag down, "Well, hello?" He says unsure because no one responds. The lady with the badge sighs, then Harry stands up with a pointed look plastered on his face.