WHAT IF?

Back And Forth Part 2

(If you haven't read the first part of this imagine, please read the first part before reading the second part.)
Authors POV:
The next morning, Larry woke up to the sound of door knocks. Larry had a minor headache and eyes were red. He scratched his wild Afro as he realized he wasn't in his home. As the knocks continued, a voice yelled,

"This is the police! Open the door!"

Larry panicked and quickly straightened himself up. He looked around and answered the front door. When Larry opened the door, two police officers were standing before him.

"Hi, may I help you?" Larry nervously asked.
"Yes, we received a call about a noise complaint. You know anything about that?" One officer mentioned.
"No." Larry slowly replied.
"Are you the head of this household?" The second officer asked.
"Uh...no. Actually this is Dr. Dre's house." Larry answered.

While Larry was talking to the officers, Laurent found himself half naked on the studio floor. As Laurent attempted to get off the floor, his body aches slowed him down.

"Can you get Dr. Dre? We have some questions to ask him." One officer asked.
"Well...he's not here. I'm taking care of his house while his gone." Larry lied.

One officer whispered to the other,

"Look at his eyes."
"Have you been drinking?" The other officer asked.
"Yes sir. Matter of fact, I had a little party last night." Larry answered.

The more the officers looked at Larry, the more they recognized him.

"Wait a minute. I know you. You're that Less Twins." The officer said.
"That's me." Larry smiled trying not to get upset with the police for saying les twins incorrectly .
"Where's your brother?" The other officer asked and started to look beyond Larry. Into the house.

Laurent was slowly limping out the studio.

"He's sleep. Is there anything else I can do?" Larry asked.
"Yes, can I have your autograph?" The officer asked with a pen and paper in hand.
"Sure." Larry agreed and signed the paper.
"If you hear or see anything unusual, call us." The officer said and handed him a card.
"I'll do that. Thank you." Larry said and waved goodbye.

As soon as Larry closed the door, he turned around and saw Laurent held up against the wall.

"Laurent!" Larry called out to him.

Laurent got scared and fell to the floor. Larry ran towards Laurent with open arms. Laurent quickly crawled into the closet and locked the door.

"Laurent, come out of the closet." Larry calmly asked.
"No! I hate you! " Laurent shouted.
"I understand how you feel." Larry replied.
"YOU DONT UNDERSTAND NOTHING! YOU COULD NEVER UNDERSTAND!" Laurent shouted back.
"I know I fucked up majorly. I need some help. And that's what I'm going to do. Rather it's counseling or rehab, I'll do it. Not just for me. But for us. So we can be better for each other. I'm going to be gone for maybe a month. I'll call you everyday. You hear me babe?" Larry said.

Laurent didn't say anything.

"It's okay if you don't say anything back. I'm sure you don't want to talk to me. So I'll give you some space. I'm sorry. I love you." Larry said as a tear rolled down his cheek.

He kissed the door and walked away.

Laurent was sitting in the floor with his knees curled to his chest. Laurent's eyes filled up with tears. Larry got in his car and drove away to the other side of town. He pulled up in the driveway of a house. But it wasn't a rehab center. Larry knocked on the door and waited. A woman answered the door and hugged Larry tightly. She let Larry inside.