Before The End (One Direction)

12. Changes

The song for this chapter is I took a pill in Ibiza. This was actually one of my favorite chapters to write. I really liked it and I hope you do too!

Louis POV~

The second day in Africa was alot different. They didn't split us up this time. We were scheduled to spend the first half of the day in the school, and the second part in a children's hospital.

Harry prepared for the day with three shots of vodka and a long line of cocaine which he'd placed on our kitchen table in clear view of the rest of us. That had caused some conflict amongst all of us, but we were so on edge already that we couldn't pay him much attention.

"Can you even drink in this country Harry?" I asked referring to his age.

"Does it look like the law really matters to me Louis?" He responded without even looking at me. Instead he faced the rusty mirror on the wall and adjusted his appearance, washing to powder off his face with a damp napkin. Every day, his appearance dropped. His hair was loosing it's curl and appeared to be thinning slightly. His eyes had permanent dark circles around them. "You know what sucks about snorting cocaine? I can't really smell anything out the left side." He laughed dryly.

I had sighed and ignored his comment, instead running to the bathroom for a quick wee before leaving. My bathroom trip turned a bit longer when I heard yelling between Zayn and Harry. I didn't want to be a part of it. I had too much on my mind already.

Our trip to the school was the highlight of our day. The kids were incredibly friendly. They were the fortunate ones. Most kids in this country couldn't afford an education and would spend their entire lives working twelve hour days to avoid starvation. These kids had atleast been given a chance.

We sang songs with them and played games. Harry got along well with them. They had similar maturity levels which I think helped. Harry was doped out of his mind, but functioned well enough to be filmed as he charismatically talked with the kids.

It was a good part of the trip. Everybody looked happy. Even Harry's smile as a young girl asked to sit on his shoulders looked genuine. I wished we could spend the rest of the trip here with the smiling faces of fortunate.

Eventually we were forced to come back to earth.

The children's hospital was so full that kids and their parents were sitting in corridors instead of rooms. The producers words were "Find someone who looks to be in really bad shape and make conversation with them. No offense to them, but sob stories make for better donations and they need it." Before entering the main room of the hospital, Harry made me stand infront of him as he sniffed cocaine off the back of his phone. I didn't want to help him, but I knew if I hadn't, he would have done it anyway. I didn't like the looks of the armed guards that followed us everywhere. I figured visiting Harry is there foreign prison here wouldn't be much better.

Upon entering, with Harry's stumbling form attached to my hip, I scanned the room. Everyone there looked pretty miserable. I didn't know how to determine who the worst was, so I approached the first person I saw. It was a young woman, no older than Harry, with a female toddler in her lap. Harry took one look at the pair, looked to me, shook his head, and then made his way to a young boy sitting alone in the back.

From them I found out that the girl was 15 and the toddler was 4. They were siblings. They both had been afflicted with Malaria and were awaiting there treatment to be approved. The funds hadn't been fully provided yet.

Next I met a single dad named Anton, who's seven year old son had missed vaccines and was now suffering a multitude of deadly illnesses all at once.

Then there was Attica and Jean, parents of the 8 month old baby girl Ann. She was dying with no cause to be found.