rescue me / larry

eight / love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close

"So, what can we do?" Liam asked, his brown eyes looking at his friends that were sitting across of him. Zayn and Niall shrugged and a sigh escaped Liam's lips before he lifted his right hand, running it through his messy hair. His thoughts were swarming around in his head and he couldn't focus on a thought which made it difficult to come up with a solution himself.

Niall, Liam and Zayn were sitting in Liam's apartment. They had left the beach after about fifteen minutes being there. They couldn't find themselves being in the mood to be there; playing volleyball or going for a swim didn't feel right with the knowledge of Louis' suffering. They knew that it wouldn't change anything if they spend the day at the beach, but they weren't as happy as they were when they planned the trip.

Neither of them minded going home by that point because they were perfectly fine with spending the time talking about how to get help for Louis because Louis meant so much to them and he deserved any help he could get.

"We could contact a good therapist," Zayn suggested and Niall shook his head, turning his head to Zayn.

"Don't you think Louis will refuse to see one? He didn't even admit that he has a problem, this isn't that easy. Also he will kill me for telling you," Niall said.

Another sigh made its way out of Liam's mouth. "You did the right thing, Niall. Louis needs help, if he admits it or not. And it would be better if he gets professional help because neither of us is trained in handling a person with a mental disorder; he needs help that actually helps him."

Niall nodded approvingly, biting his lower lip. "But we still need a plan to make Louis go to the therapist. I mean, we can't tell him to go there and expect that he will go there."

"I propose we talk to Louis, like, sitting down and actually talk. Maybe he will realize that he can't go on like this when explain him why instead of just saying it's wrong. Everyone has that part of conscience that will listen, that will understand," Zayn said.

"I guess this is the only thing we can do right now," Liam agreed, still not really convinced that those ways would work. He was deeply concerned about Louis and he just prayed Louis will realize he has a problem, and Liam didn't want to use stricter methods that could make a part of Louis hate Liam.

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Unknowing to the fact that his friends were talking about helping him Louis was sitting on his bed, his eyes fixed on the wall across of him. When Harry and Louis moved into this apartment Louis loved the green color that he painted the wall with, but right now he couldn't a feeling for it that wasn't hate. It was a weird green, a bit emerald-colored and it reminded him of Harry's eyes – maybe that was the reason why he loved it so much.

And this could explain why Louis felt like the walls were screaming at him. But no matter how he hated looking at these walls, he couldn't tear his eyes away from them; everywhere he looked all he saw was green.

Louis couldn't get himself to leave the room because he knew how empty the flat was, and how empty it made him feel once he realized that. He didn't want to walk through the hallways, hearing nothing but the sound of his own footsteps on the wooden floor.

The second reason was the pain in Louis' stomach, telling him that he was hungry. Louis knew that his legs would lead him to the kitchen where he would binge, a thing that was unavoidable once Louis stepped into the kitchen when he was home alone. (When someone was there Louis couldn't bring himself to binge – he was constantly afraid of someone walking into the kitchen. It was the same thought that made him hate eating in public – he felt like the person that saw him eating thought that he was too fat too eat and would laugh at him, or be utterly disgusted. Maybe even both.)