rescue me / larry

twenty-five / new problems?

Trigger; drug abuse :))))

** Please read the note at the end **

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The room was filled with a few people and it smelled like various things; alcohol, weed, sweat from people who've been on drugs for so many days that they couldn't tell you when they last saw a shower from the inside.

If you asked Louis, he'd guess it's been more than a week, but you don't just go up to people and ask them.

The tiny flat belonged to one of his old friends from high school, well, was it a friend? It was someone Louis always hit up when he wanted to smoke weed, but not someone he would bring home to meet his parents or invite to his birthday parties. A (by now) fully-tatted dude who dropped out of school the first chance he had.

Why was he here now?

Louis needed to stop thinking for a while after everything that happened the last months. He didn't want to go back to Niall's place because all that was waiting for him were more questions and more things to deal with.

When he left Niall's flat the first place Louis went to was a bar a few streets down the block, something small where he knew that no paparazzi would suspect him and he got drunk.

Really drunk.

The next thing he remembered was calling his friend, and then a taxi to get him all the way back to his hometown. It probably cost him a few hundred dollar, but it wasn't like Louis had to worry about money.

That was two days ago, and he was still there. In a tiny living room with three other people. The window was tilted but covered in big curtains so it felt more like a furnished hot box.

Music was blasting from a small, cheap laptop on the coffee table and one of the other people, Ian was his name, was rolling another blunt. Everytime he looked up at had eye-contact with Louis he could see Ian's dialted pupils and the bags under his eyes.

But, Louis liked being here despite everything. No one treated him like a pop-star (no one even mentioned it), and no one here knew about his past struggles.

Drugs were bad, okay, but when was anything Louis ever did healthy? Exactly.

To Louis, it was "just one more bad thing to add to his never ending list".

So fuck it. He didn't feel like the sick baby that needed to always be taken care of here.

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In London, on the other hand, the others were worried to death about Louis. Niall hadn't heard anything from Louis since he left his flat and every time he tried to call him it went straight to voice mail.

Of course, Niall called every one he thought Louis could be at but no one had seem him. A part of him told him Louis was a grown-up and was capable of taking care of himself... but Niall knew he was supposed to think that about other people.

But Louis wasn't capable of taking care of himself. The past showed that and with the way he left the flat Niall had every possible scenario in his head.

Louis could be trying to harm himself again, maybe he already did and his body was somewhere, just waiting to be discovered.

In short: Niall was going insane. And so was everyone else.

They had already contacted the police and filled a report, they were looking for Louis but somehow only Niall and the other three were seeing the things dramatic.

"It's Louis, he would at least text us that we don't have to worry and he's taking time off," Zayn said, always locking and unlocking his phone, hoping that maybe Louis would text him.

Harry probably felt the worst. Something inside his brain told him that it was his fault, he shouldn't have mentioned anything, he shouldn't have kissed Louis.

One thing was clear to Harry: If something happened to Louis now; he would never ever be able to forgive himself.

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Louis' phone was somewhere in his jacket, placed on a kitchen chair far away from him. He had turned it off in the taxi and not a single piece of him even wanted to get it and turn it back on.

To be honest, Louis wasn't even thinking about notifying anyone about his whereabout's. He didn't think anyone would be looking for him in such a short time. He wasn't that important.

By now Louis was really high and hadn't slept since twenty-four hours. His focus was on the weird Youtube videos the other's were showing and not coming down.

When was he going back? He didn't know. But he also knew it was inevitable.

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Trigger-Warning :)))

Wow, hello. Do you still know me?! It's been SO long.. :(

First off: Sorry this is short and crappy, I haven't written anything in over 1 1/2 years, a lot of happened in my life, which is the reason I haven't been updating.

My mental health declined, I slipped back into my eating-disorder and other addictions and was hospitalized. My anxiety didn't allow me to leave the house so I dropped out of college and re-started it and the last two years have been a real struggle for me and I'm still fighting.

Like Louis said in this book, once you're sick you're always going to have to fight. You think you're over it and then something drags you right back into the disgusting hole.

How are you guys? How have you been?

((You can always follow my instagram or twitter @ carsunderwater, if you want))