Fire Meets Gasoline || Larry Stylinson

Chapter Twenty One

It's now November and the outdoors are crisp with the cold air. Louis will be going to his first meeting of the month.

"Are you cozy?" Jay asks as she hugs Louis in a new coat she bought him.

"Yes mum." Louis groans at the way his mum is babying him.

"Good, I hope you have a nice walk with Harry. You finished your homework first, right?" Jay mother's Louis.

"Always do." Louis says sarcastically with a smile.

Jay rolls her eyes but still smiles at her son.

Louis stuffs his hands in his pockets and makes his way over to Harry's house.

When Louis arrives there, Harry is leaning against a black car.

"I thought I would drive us there since it's so cold." Harry chatters his teeth. He's wearing black jeans and a white furry coat.

"Okay." Louis nods and gets in the left side of the car.

Harry's off that day. Louis can tell instantly. Harry is silent in the car and doesn't make any eye contact with Louis.

"Harry are you alright?" Louis asks concerned.

"Huh, oh yeah." Harry sighs

Louis's about to speak up when Harry intrudes.

"Do you want to come over to my house after the meeting. My parents won't be home." Harry says with a slight smile.

"I'd love to."Louis winks causing Harry to giggle a bit.

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"Alright everyone," Liam begins to class as everyone is sat in chairs in a semicircle around him. "A good thing to do as an addict is confront your demons. What made you turn to these things." Liam talks confidently.

Harry had told Louis not to talk to Liam about what Harry told him. He's says he'd really like to forget it so Louis is going to respect that.

"Let's begin, we'll start with Kevin." Liam smiles politely and points to a tall skinny man sitting to his left.

"Uh, well... I started smoking crack when my wife was killed."

Louis's stomach drops. All the stories are similar to that as they go around. Louis though has no intention of telling the class about his story. Louis wasn't going to tell these strangers.

"Louis it's your turn." Liam speaks softly. Harry isn't in the room with them that day. Instead he's waiting patiently outside. Louis has no support with him.

"I don't wanna." Louis mumbles. He has his defenses up.

"Louis-"

"Liam." Louis tests. His back straightens as he tries to be tough but Liam isn't having it.

"Let me guess, you were touched as a kid or something like that. Whatever it is Louis, you can share. Everyone did." Liam bends down a bit and talks to Louis as if he's a young child. Louis usually hates if someone does that to him but instead he just wanted to run into Liam's arms and tell him all that's wrong.

"Fine." Louis sighs with anger.

"It was a few years ago. I walked in on my sister being molested." The words are sour and hard to come out as Louis speaks. His eyes are blurry like an out of focus camera as his eyes well with tears.

"She was so young and good. She didn't deserve that." Louis yells. Everyone has their full attention on Louis.

"My environment changed when I walked in on that sick bastard hurting me sister. It all changed. Everyone became depressed, a gray version of themselves. I thought I had lost my family. So I turned to drugs as they were introduced to me by some people at my school. I showed them to my best mates and bam, we became hooked. I was the worst though. I was the drug addict. I am the drug addict." Louis is heavy breathing as he let's it all out. He doesn't stop.