The Moment I Knew (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 13

A/N

You better be happy, Carolina, cause I'm tired and I've been writing for two and half hours now.

It's also really short, so sorry about that.

Dedicated to caro7788 because she begged me to put up another chapter.

Love you!

(Except maybe Carolina haha)

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Liam's POV

Louis sat on the sofa in front of us, his eyes bloodshot from what I could only assume was yet another hangover.

It had only been a day since I'd seen the cut on his wrist. Zayn and Niall stood next to me as all three of us studied Louis.

He sat on the sofa with his arms crossed and a very nasty glare on his face. He looked so exhausted and his hair was a bit greasy.

I wasn't sure whether the trauma of Harry's suicide attempt or the fact that Harry was essentially ignoring him played the larger factor in how Louis was acting. I just knew that he wasn't dealing with either well and I was beyond terrified that he would get even worse.

"Lou," Niall said quietly.

"Look. I already know why you guys are sitting me down like a fucking toddler. You don't need to sugar-cost it. I'm hurt and I'm not bouncing back like you lads expect me to. Fucking deal with it, alright? It's different for me than it is for you," Louis snarled.

His eyes sparked dangerously. I knew that he was already irritated and that it could only go downhill.

"Louis, we're not expecting you to be alright!" Zayn sighed, "We're hurting too, and we know that it's got to be different for you, we really do. But you're not dealing with it correctly. All this drinking isn't good for you."

Zayn edged carefully around Louis's cut. It would be brought up later, but we were trying to keep Louis relatively calm for as long as possibly.

"What is this, a fucking intervention? It's drinking, we all do it! I'm not a bloody kid, I know when enough's enough!" Louis spat.

"But every night, Louis? How do we know that one night you won't know when it's enough and we'll find you dead from alcohol poisoning?" Zayn choked.

Louis bristled and his hands curled into tight fists.

"Because I'm not that bloody selfish. I know how it feels to almost lose somebody, we all do now, why the fuck would I make you know what it's like to really lose someone? I'm not Harry; I'm not quite that fucking selfish," he hissed, and his eyes clouded.

He was going into the mind space that he'd been in when he had known there was a chance that Harry was dead. The raw pain, confusion, and grief in his eyes stung me. I hated having to see him look like that.

He rubbed his hands over his face with a long, shaky breath before he looked up, his eyes back to being dark with anger.

"Louis, you know that we're just really worried about you. We know that you're hurting and we're worried about how you're trying to take away your hurt. Yeah, drinking is okay, but not every night. It can destroy your body," I said.

"Why isn't Zayn sitting here with me, then? He's been smoking for forever and you've never done this stupid intercention bullshit with him! He's a fucking singer, for God's sake! He's got a better chance of ruining his body than I do!" Louis growled.

It was a rather low blow and I saw Zayn flinch out of the corner of my eye.

"C'mon, Zayn, lets battle our fucking 'addictions' together! We can be like each other's rock or some bullshit like that!" Louis added sarcastically.