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Chapter 37 - Harry

"Louis!" I didn't even notice him coming in through the door until he vomited all over the floor. "Oh my good, Louis. What happened? Are you okay?"

"Gee, I don't know, Harry," Louis scoffs. "Why don't you ask that dumb bitch if I look okay." 

"Lou, what are you talking about?" I bend down and help him up. 

He pushes my hand away and points to Sarah as he continues coughing up bile at the same time. "Fucking hell, Styles. You brought her back?" 

"Louis, you need to calm down," I say, and try to help him up again. 

"CALM DOWN? I WILL CALM MY FUCKING ASS DOWN WHEN YOU TELL ME WHY THAT BLONDE BITCH IS IN OUR HOTEL ROOM, SITTING ON OUR FUCKING BED!?" Louis blows up. I flinch at his words and back away from him, my heart pounding in my chest. "WHAT WERE YOU PLANNING TO DO? FUCK HER?"

"Louis, please," I plead. "Calm down." I notice Liam and Niall standing at the door. I bid them to shut the door so we will not disturb the other guests. 

"I. Can't. Fucking. Calm. Down," Louis speaks in short breaths, his fists bunching up at his sides. Through all this havoc, I realise that he isn't wearing his shirt. I look up at Liam again to question but I see Louis's white tee in his hands. What the hell happened? 

"Louis, Please, Lou," I coo, taking his hand. His knuckles are red and his palms are covered with his vomit. I try my best not to pull a face. I want to know what made him like this. He knew I was going out with my fake girlfriend, he even gave me a prep talk about it. Why is he acting so violently right now? I've never seen the love of my life behave like this before, and this... this scares me. 

"Don't Lou me," Louis rolls his eyes, burying his head in his knees. "Go Lou at that blonde bitch or something." 

I think I can hear Niall chuckle behind him and I glare at him. He shuts up immediately. 

"Shh, Louis. She isn't even blonde, love. She has light brown hair." 

"Since when were you so good with colours?" Louis snaps. "Blonde, light brown, same thing." 

I tilt his chin up so that I can look at him in the eye. They're a lighter shade of blue compared to what I'm used to. They dance around the room, his eyelids fluttering. 

"Get your hands away from me, you filthy liar," Louis growls. I frown at him, and he just scowls back at me. "Don't touch me or I'll slap you." 

"I've never lied to you. You know I'll never lie to you, Lou." 

"But you've kept things from me, Harry," Louis starts to say, his eyes growing dark, his pupils dilating. 

I give the lads and Sarah a look, so that they'll give us a moment. They exit the room without questioning and I whisper a silent 'thank you'. 

"You've kept so much from me, Harry. You've kept your feelings from me. I was hurting, having to go out with Eleanor, not knowing you felt the same. It hurt me so much Harry. How can you let me go through the previous years thinking that I didn't have a chance?" he looks so vulnerable saying that, his eyes blue as ever, his back arched, his rib cage bulging against his tattoos. 

"Louis... I'm sorry. I- I didn't know. I was a-afraid," I stutter. 

"Afraid my big fat arse." 

"I'm telling the truth."

"So you were afraid," Louis narrows his eyes. "That's why you kept so much from me. Is that why you're not telling me why that blonde bitch is doing in our hotel room right now? SITTING ON OUR BED?" I flinch at his sudden outburst. 

"She isn't a blonde bitch," I say patiently. "Her name is Sarah." Louis looks like he is going to lash out again but I quickly cut him off. "This isn't our hotel room either. It's mine. It's my room, and my bed."

"YOU FUCKING TWAT!" Louis exclaims and wraps his hands around my neck, his thumbs digging into my throat.

I manage a surprise croak as he pounces on top of me, pinning me onto the ground. "Lou- stop!"

"HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME. I SAW THE PICTURES. IT WAS EVERYWHERE. YOU WERE HOLDING HER HAND AND SMILING LIKE YOUR MEANT IT! HOW COULD YOU!" That is when Louis starts sobbing. Hot, fat tears come streaming down his flushed cheeks. 

"Louis, please. Listen to me," I choke. "You're hurting me," I pry his fingers off me but his expression grow furious, his pupils fully dilated. 

"WHAT IF I WANT TO HURT YOU, HARRY. YOU'VE HURT ME, SO WHY. CAN'T. I. DO. THE. SAME?" he scratches my neck hard and I yelp in pain. 

"LOUIS STOP!" I shout. "Please! Not like this! You need to calm down! It must be something you drank!" 

"Fuck you, Harry. Fuc-"

Louis throws up again, but this time all over me. He coughs and doesn't stop. He keeps sputtering, choking on his own vomit and tears, and the next thing I know, he is hacking out blood. 

"Lou! God, Lou. What did you eat?" I start to panic as Louis curls up into a tight ball and continues to cough. "Niall! Liam! Get in here!" 

The boys come rushing in, along with Sarah, Liam pulls out his mobile phone. 

"Call the ambulance or something. Niall, get help! My baby is sick!" I cry. 

Louis grabs my wrists weakly. "I... it was the drink... I think." 

"YOU TOOK HIM OUT CLUBBING!?" I scream at Liam.

"It's not his fault," Louis slurs. "Harry please. I don't know what's happening right n-" he coughs some more. Saliva trails down his chin. "I... I think I was drugged." 

"WHAT? HOW?!" I ask frantically. That's why he was acting so strange and violent. That isn't the Louis I know, nor the Louis I love. "Who did this to you?" 

Louis shrugs helplessly and continues coughing. "Need to lie down for 'bit," he says. His head seem to clear up a bit as he is no longer shouting nonsense at me. 

"Of course, baby," I pick him up gently and carry him over to the bed. I place him down carefully and brush his hair out of his eyes. "You scared me, baby. You shouldn't take drinks from people you don't know. How did this even happen?" 

"Dunno. 'M sorry, Haz," Louis croaks, his voice cracking. 

"Here, have some water," Liam passes a glass of water to Louis. "I've called the paramedics. They're coming over the check on you but if it's- whatever you have- is severe, you'll have to go to the hospital." 

Louis takes the glass and presses the rim to his lips, taking a small sip. He ends up sputtering and coughing again. I quickly pat his back and help him lie down again. 

"Rest, love. Don't worry, you'll be fine," I caress his cheek gently, wiping off his tears with my thumb. Liam hands me a cloth to wipe Louis's face. "How did this happen?" I mutter to myself. 

Twenty minutes ago, I was so eager to introduce Sarah to my love, and I thought that maybe, she could help us. But look at us now. She just witnessed us fighting, Louis drunk, and me, well I was terrified. That isn't normal, right? Maybe Louis and I aren't normal.  

Maybe they're right. This love- our love isn't normal. 

a/n: this is my fav chapter so far! Tell me what you think in the comments! Oh, and I am thinking of doing some Larry oneshots, would any of you read it? xoxo

-R