troublesome

{6}

this photo shoot actually killed me.

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Louis' POV:

I woke up in bed and groaned when I remembered how pathetic I had acted yesterday.

I don't even remember Haz--I mean Harry, Harry taking me to my bed.

F~ck. That means I fell asleep in his lap and he must have carried me. I can never show my face in this house again.

I acted like a four year old and most definitely cried like one.

I bet Harry knows how much of a freak I am and won't talk to me. I mean, not that I want him to talk to me. I don't care if he talks to me, I don't care what he does at all.

It was kind of nice having him there to comfort me, but he'll never do it again now that he knows I'm a crybaby. And I don't need him to.

I let out another annoyed groan, starting to crave a cigarette. I've only had around seven since I came here. Harry told me I wasn't allowed so I had them at the lunch break at school. I need one now though.

I got out of bed, wincing at the head ache I had. I must have went to bed really early. Did I even have lunch before I went to sleep?

I looked at the clock and my eyes widened. It was 3 am. Wow my sleeping pattern is f~cked up. Well, when isn't it.

I grabbed a pack of cigarettes out of my bag and my lighter. I opened the door quietly and peeked out into the living room, seeing there was nobody there. I walked out onto their balcony and closed the door behind me.

I rubbed my hands together, trying to create warmth, then lit a cigarette. I brought it between my lips and inhaled, all of my stress floating away as I did so.

"Louis?" Someone called out and I jumped, dropping my lighter. I turned around and Liam was standing there rubbing his eyes, sleepily.

"I thought I heard someone, come inside, it's freezing." He whisper yelled, pulling me inside.

I held the cigarette behind my back, in between my middle and pointer finger.

"What were you doing outside?" He mumbled groggily.

"Fresh ai-"

"What the hell is this?" He continued to whisper yell when he saw smoke coming from behind my back.

"Please, Liam. Just let me finish." I begged, desperate for the nicotine.

"Let you finish? You should be begging me not to tell Harry. Put that out, I need to talk with you." He said strictly. I sighed and took one more drag, before putting it out on the railing of the balcony, then followed him inside. He was in the kitchen making tea.

"Louis, I don't know if you know that I'm
doctor, but I could sit here all night and tell you horror stories about cigarettes and lung cancer. I'm not going to tell ya what smoking does to your body. You're smart enough to know. I just don't want you doing it, ever." He sighed, handing me a cup and sitting at the table.

"I can't just stop. It's harder than that." I mumbled, taking a sip.

"Yeah, but we'll all help you stop. I promise we can get you through this all. You're a just kid, you shouldn't be doing that." He said.

"I'm not a kid." I huffed, causing him to chuckle. His reaction made me frown even more.

"Sorry." He smiled. I took another sip of the tea, starting to feel tired again. I yawned and Liam laughed. "It's sleepy time tea."