An English Crisis || Larry Stylinson || #WATTYS2016

Drunk, Jail, Unexpected Bail [Pt. 2]

Louis sat and looked at his phone confused. The person has long done hung up now, and he was just staring at the phone now. He didn't know how to react, he didn't know what to do. Zayn sitting next to him confused on the whole thing. Louis tried explaining it to him, and Zayn was trying his hardest to understand.

"So let me get this straight. Harry used to be an abusive bastard, but then he changed his ways. He was angry that day and you kept making it worse by egging him on instead of helping him calm down. He took of the ring and left you there, then you decided to get so fuxking drunk and then over dosed on some ibuprofen? Harry got sick watching after you and got put in the hospital himself. After he woke up, you told him that you wanted a divorce and have a restraining order against him?" Zayn said pacing back and forth trying to get the information correct.

"Yes." Louis spoke softly.

Zayn nodded his head and then looked over at Louis and then looked down and began to pace again.

"This your fault." Zayn spoke looking at Louis.

"The fuck it is!" Louis shouted and stood up from his position on the couch.

"I mean, this all started because your parents were assholes to him, and you didn't defend him. You made it seem to him -at least in his mind- that he wasn't important." Zayn spoke.

"Not true." Louis gasped. "Harry is just as or even more important than my parents."

"But to him you made it seem like your parents were more important to you than him because you didnt defend him. You didn't correct your parents when they said things about him, so therefore, this is your fault. You can be stubborn all you want to be." Zayn spoke as he sat on the couch and looked up at Louis.

"Whatever."

"You wanted my opinion, I gave it to you."

Louis sighed and looked at Zayn, biting his lip and then groaed at Zayn.

"Don't look at me like that." Louis whined.

"What?" Zayn smirked.

"I know that look. That look means something." Louis spoke as he placed his hands over his face.

"Do it."

"No."

"Lou."

"Z."

"Peter Pan, get your ass up off this couch and go get your baby Tarzan." Zayn spoke as he looked at his best friend.

Louis sighed and got up, looking down at Zayn and glaring.

"If this doesn't work, I swead to god and everything that is holy, your dying a painful death today."

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"Harry?" Louis asked as he closed the door behind him.

He walked towards the kitchen and don't see anyone intm there, although he did see dished piled up in the sink. He shook his head and placed his keys on the counter and his jacket over the chair, making his way into the living room. The telly was on, but no one was watching it. The remote was nowhere to be found, so Louis manually turned it off. The livingroon was a mess. Louis sighed and placed the pillows back where they were supposed to go, and placed all the trash on the coffee table. He rolled up his sleeves and grabbed the vaccum and began to vaccum the floor.

As he was vaccuming, he didn't hear the front door opening and closing. Harry came in the house, walking towards the noise, shuddering at the scene in front of him. This has happened before, after an unexpected part on Harry's part. He smiled as he remembered Louis doing the exact same thing.