Too Much... *One Shot*

Louis entered the flat of his home. Calling out his best mates name, only for silence to give him a reply. He figured Harry, his curly haired green eyed partner in crime, must be asleep. Although, it was 2 in the afternoon. But then again, Harry was a heavy sleeper. And with the tour and everything going on, he deserved a rest.

After about 20 minutes of watching the telly silently, a loud clatter, almost like broken glass, sounded from Harry's bedroom. Louis jumped up from the sofa.

"Harry?" He shouted out to him. No reply.

Louis approached the bedroom door, hearing muffled cries from behind the door.

"Harry? Are you alright?" He reached for the tarnished doorknob, but it was locked.

Harry never locked his door

"Mate? Open the door for me please?" Louis begged. A coil formed in his stomach. Something was definitely horribly wrong.

"Louis?" Louis smiled in relief of Harry's voice.

"Yeah it's me, are you alright? It sounded like you fell or something. Can you open the door?' Silence was eerie in the air before a sniffle broke the silence.

"Only if you call the boys."

"Harry? Love open the door, I'll call them in a minute."

"No." Louis was a bit taken back. "Call them now or... Or I will do something bad to myself." Now Louis' head was spinning. "Now!" Harry demanded.

Louis took a few steps away from the door, pressing the call button on Niall's name. Telling the blond boy to come over quickly because something was wrong. As he did the same to Zayn, but when he got to Liam, Harry's voice spoke up.

"I wanna talk to him."

"You'll have to open the door." Louis reminded. Harry was silent, before the lock clicked.

Harry had a gun to his temple.

"Oh my god." Louis gasped. He couldn't breathe.

"Now give me the phone." Louis was still. "Louis this is fucking loaded I'm not playing games anymore give me the phone!" Louis handed over the phone. Then he was aware of the tears pouring down his cheeks. He was absolutely numb to the conversation Harry had with Liam before throwing the phone on the couch. Hand on the trigger.

"What the hell are you doing with that?" Louis asked hesitantly. Harry shook his head. Bottom lip trembling. "Put it down lovey before you hurt yourself-"

"THAT'S WHAT I'M TRYING TO DO!" Harry half screamed half shouted. Louis held up his hands. "You don't know. You don't know anything." Harry mumbled incoherently. Louis took a deep shaky breath.

"Talk to me." He begged softly. Harry choked on tears.

"Not until you're all here." Louis nodded. Waiting for time to pass.

-

Around 15 minutes of agony later, Niall had said Liam was finally there with Zayn and he at the door step. All confused as to why the couldn't enter the house just yet. Niall's swearing, Zayn's complaining, and Liam's begging were the worst 2 minutes of Louis' life as his friend paced back and forth with a firearm to his head. Tears spilling over his eyes and blubbering words Louis didn't even know existed.

"You can let them in, but if I see one policeman-" Louis nodded, rubbing his eyes and walking towards the front door. Louis pulled back the door, seeing all boys annoyed, and then their faces changing at the silence and Louis' tears.

"Please.... Please don't yell or fight him." Louis whispered. The 3 boys cocked their head to the side. "Please." He couldn't hide his tears, Zayn suddenly pushing past him into the living room.