Saviour (A Larry Stylinson Fic)

Chapter 12: Found

A/N This will likely be my last update for a few days because I want to write ahead a bit more so I can keep the updates coming as quickly as possible! L

Louis chewed his lip vigorously as he hit the resend button on his phone for what seemed like the millionth time in the last half hour. His legs shook nervously as the phone once again went straight to voicemail.

"Shit." Louis pulled his phone from his ear and pressed the button again as tears began to fall from his eyes. Harry’s voicemail answered again and Louis threw his phone to the side in frustration. He pulled the pillow out from under his head and pressed it over his face. He took in a heavy breath before yelling as loud as he could. The pillow barely muffled the sound as his shout gave way to sobs. How could he have been so careless with Harry? He had done exactly what he promised himself he wouldn’t do. Louis knew that this wasn’t going to be easy for Harry and fully expected relapse, several in fact, before Harry would actually get better.

He had gone over the situation a million times in his head, thinking about how he should react and what he should say. He didn’t trust himself enough to control his emotions when the time came, so he had made a list of sorts; rules for what he would do when it happened. 

#1: Don’t yell at him.

#2: Keep calm and collected.

#3: Be firm with him, but try and stay supportive.

#4 Keep it positive.

#5: DO NOT MAKE HIM MORE UPSET.

Louis hadn’t succeeded in any of that today. In fact he did the opposite of just about everything on his list. He knew that whatever happened to Harry now was all his fault. There was no one else he could blame. Harry had looked miserable after Louis yelled at him. Even when he was apologizing Louis knew that his voice had been dripping with the sound of disappointment. How could he have been so reckless? What the hell would Niall say if something happened to Harry?  Niall had trusted Louis to take care of Harr- Niall!

The name screamed through Louis’ mind as he sat up quickly turning to find his phone amongst his sheets. He felt it and pulled it toward himself, fumbling with it in his hands. How had he not thought to call Niall before? He must have heard from Harry. If he wasn’t talking to his boyfriend the only other person he would go to was his best friend. He scrolled through his contacts trying to spot Niall’s name through his blurry, tear-filled eyes. He spotted it and quickly started the call. He clutched the phone to his ear, wiping at his tears with his free hand and trying to clear his throat. 

The phone rang several times and he was worried that Niall wasn’t going to answer.

"Pick up, pick up, pick up. Come on, Niall!" Finally he heard a small click and Niall’s voice from the other end of the phone.

"H-helo?" Niall’s voice was rough with sleep.

"Niall, it’s Louis. Have you talked to Harry at all?" He knew he sounded desperate.

"Not since school. I thought he would have called me, but I never heard from him. I must have fallen asleep. Wasn’t he with you?" 

"Shit. Fuck!" Louis was getting worried now. If something was wrong Harry always talked to Niall. If he hadn’t then things were probably worse than Louis imagined. 

"Lou what’s wrong?" Niall’s voice was tense and cutting.

"I fucked up Niall. I got so mad at him earlier. I just lost control when I saw him and… and… I think I just made things worse! Now his phone is off and I don’t know what to do! I fucked up Niall!" Louis was losing control again. He was on his feet pacing quickly and pulling at his hair.