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Life as usual is pretty boring. You wake up, you go to work, you go home, you eat, you sleep. Basically every single day. Louis needed something in his life that gave him excitement. He wanted the thrill of being fun. He started going to clubs and bars. The excitement didn't last long. After one night he already was tired of it.
He kept going though. He wanted the thrill. No wait, he needed it. Bar after bar, club after club and still nothing gave him the thrill he was looking for. Louis found out he wasn't just looking for excitement, he was looking for excitement with another person.
He quickly turned to his best friend Liam. Louis dragged Liam to every club and bar he could find. Nothing worked. The only difference of everyday was waking up with a headache. Liam stopped coming and soon it was just Louis alone drinking at the bar, not even trying to have fun. Shot after shot, drink after drink. He didn't slow down. He sometimes drank so much he could barely see. Everything and everyone was a blur.
He hated it. He hated himself. He did not like the feeling of being drunk. But he was addicted. Louis couldn't help himself but to head off to the bar every night after work to get wasted. He loved the feeling of the first drink sliding down his throat. The second drink was worse. Every drink he drank the feeling of joy would slowly slip away and he would be drunk again. He would hate himself again the next morning.
He just couldn't help himself. He was addicted and getting worse. Liam would tell him to stop. That he's hurting himself. Louis would cry. Liam would comfort him. Then it would start over. Louis would drink, Liam would yell, Louis would cry, Liam would comfort. Over and over again, until it became apart of there daily routine.
But as usual things change. Liam stopped caring. Louis stopped coming home at night. When Louis did return home it was always the next morning and Liam wouldn't talk to him. The friendship was ruined with hardly any chance of it getting back together.
One day Louis didn't go to the bar after work. He went home. He was trying to change for the sake of his and Liam's friendship. It was tough and Louis craved the feeling of the first shot sliding down his throat. Liam was surprised to see Louis home. He gave Louis a hug but didn't say anything. Nothing. Louis knew he deserved it.
The next day Louis was back at the bar. He just could help himself. He craved it. Louis drank four drinks and went home. He was proud of himself for not getting wasted but he still felt guilty. Liam didn't talk when Louis got home. He kept to himself only glancing at Louis with disappointed looks.
The next day Louis found himself back at home and the day after that too. Liam said something to him finally. When Liam hugged his again he whispered "You're making a smart choice Lou." Louis smiled at Liam but Liam kept to himself for the rest of the night.
The next day Louis was at the bar. He just taken his first shot and his lips where pressed up against the shot glass to take another. He couldn't bring himself to do it. He knew what would happen if he fell down this hole again. No more hugs from Liam or Liam saying how proud he was, actually there would be no more Liam at all. He put the shot glass down and walked out.
When he got home Liam didn't hug him or talk. He didn't give him disappointed looks either. Liam knew his best friend well enough to know what happened. Liam was proud he came home but he still went so there could be no complements or hugs.
Louis didn't go back to the bar for a week now and Liam was finally talking to him again. Mostly about how proud he was and how good of a job he was doing not drinking.
