The stench.
Holy shit the stench.
Harry's alcoholic puke breath was disgusting.
I quickly pushed Harry off after registering what just happened.
"Harry what the hell?" I whispered backing up.
Harry looked at me like he just saw a ghost.
"You just kissed me?" I said still whispering.
"No I didn't." he said shaking his head.
"Yes you did Harry. You literally just kissed me."
"Louis you're crazy. I think you had a little to much to drink." he said calmly.
"Me?" I asked shocked. "Harry you've had a little to much to drink. Well that and your coked up."
"I don't know what you're talking about?" Harry said shaking his head but I could tell by the way he was shaking that he was having a freak out.
Drugs.
They can really ruin your life.
"Harry I think I need to take you home." I said walking up to him.
"No!" he yelled and pushed me away so I fell and hit my head on the door.
"Ouch." I said touching the back of my head to see if there was blood.
That hurt like hell.
But there was no blood.
Harry just stood there not moving.
"Wow Harry." I said getting up. "You really need to chill out. This isn't good."
"Don't tell me what the fuck I need to do."
"Harry stop." I said trying to calm him. "You need to chill out."
"I am chill twink!" he yelled.
I stood straight up.
"What?" I whispered out.
"I don't need help from a twink Louis. Go home. No one here needs you. You're just a little fairy who doesn't belong near this team."
"Is that really how you feel still?" I asked hushed as a tear slipped out that I was trying to hold back.
"Yeah." Harry said walking up to me. "No one wants you here." he whispered right into my face.
I tried not to gag from his alcohol puke breath.
I just nodded, turned around, and left.
The minute I left the bathroom he slammed the bathroom door shut.
That's when the tears fell. They fell like they've never fallen before.
I thought I was getting somewhere with him.
Then I remembered the dream I had on Halloween.
Maybe my mind was warning me to stay away but I didn't listen.
I never listen to anything.
I'm too stubborn.
But now I'm listening.
I need to stay away from him.
He's bad news.
Very bad news.
So I started to walk home.
Lottie and Niall can take my car. I gave Niall the keys anyways.
As I walked home in tears I tried to shake off how bad I felt.
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Ballerina Boy
FanfictionLarry Stylinson Story (Completed) This is a story where a ballerina meets a fucked up quarterback. Rated R: language, drugs, violence, and sexual content Enjoy ;) (credit to the manip: larryspineapples)