Modest Delusions - Book 3 (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 37 - You're my cameo lover

You’re my cameo lover

The boys strip the loft of every single drug and blade within a two mile radius. Louis heart broke when he realised just how much Harry had within the confines of these walls. Pills, prescription drugs, marijuana, speed, MDMA the list went on and with every new stash they found, Louis’ heart split into a million more pieces. Harry passed out with a bottle of beer in his hand on the couch and Niall carried him upstairs. Harry went from dazed and confused to completely erratic and uncontrollable, he screamed and smashed things as he rampaged around the house.

Louis was riddled with guilt as he watched Harry fall apart, it was his fault. Logan was trying to help, to warn Louis to keep his mouth shut but when he saw Logan holding Harry’s hand… well, something inside of him just snapped. He lost his composure and before a logical explanation was given his fists were flying, he was seeing red. 

Zayn stood on the balcony staring out at the city as the lights of the building slowly began to illuminate the greying sky. Louis was torn, as Logan picked up his jacket he looked at Niall and forced a smile. Louis felt torn between going to Harry and apologising to Logan. He stood in the middle of the loft as Liam and Porter tried to pick up broken glass, wipe away the spilt liquor and white powder doused on furniture. Harry’s rampage was on full view of the group and no matter who screamed in his face, he didn’t stop. 

Louis tried to touch him, tried to get close but Harry was beyond understanding he refused to listen, he only screamed louder. 

Now Harry was passed out, they made sure he was fine before Niall headed back down the stairs and sighed. Louis smiled, “You okay?”

Niall shrugged, “You?”

Logan began for the door, “I’ll be going, sorry again guys,” he said, head hung and a depleted look on his face. 

Niall looked at Louis, when Louis met his eyes Niall looked away and Louis inwardly groaned as Logan opened the door, “Logan,” he said. 

Logan hesitated but when he turned and Louis said nothing he walked out. 

“Lou,” Niall touched his shoulder. “You don’t have to say anything.”

“I do,” Louis said as he bounded for the door and Logan was standing in the stairwell, eyes watering he had his face in his hands. Louis hesitated, taking in a deep breath. The hallway smelling of wet paint and cigarettes, the light above flickered dousing the gloomy hall in constant flashes of light. Louis lingered in the shadows as he watched Logan, he suddenly felt like he was intruding on something so private. 

Logan shook his head, his shoulders trembled and he dropped his jacket on the floor. Louis turned to walk away but knocked into the hallway table, a vase of flowers dropped loudly onto the floor. Louis swore and Logan looked up, “Hey,” Louis said. 

“Sorry,” Logan mumbled as he began to pick up his jacket.

Louis bit the inside of his cheek and then began for Logan, “No,” he said as he held up his hands, “wait.”

“What?” Logan wiped his eyes, “You want to hit me again?”

“No,” Louis shook his head. 

Silence. 

Logan looked down at his feet and then took in a deep breath, “I care about him too, you know.” 

Louis descended down the stairs and as he stood opposite Logan, finally realised how tall he really was. Logan loomed over Louis, he looked down at him with sad eyes and his face was flushed. He wiped at his nose with the back of his hand and met Louis’ eyes with a sigh.