DRUNKEN (larry stylinson)

Night 1

Louis is content. Not happy, not sad. But content. Since parting from the band and management, they have had more time together and Louis enjoyed that more than anything. But it didn't exactly last, Harry was soon busy- you could say he was too busy for Louis. He was offered a record deal with Columbia and the couple only talked about it briefly. Harry seemed to think it was an obvious "Yes, I'm going to take the deal. I'm just asking you because I know you'll say yes." But Louis knew what this would bring. It would mean Louis would be pushed to the side, not intentionally but- that was usually the way it goes. Louis knows Harry would never purposely want Louis to feel lonely or not as important as his job but Louis knows that's the way it will go. Harry will be busy with performances, tours, meetings, interviews. And Louis will probably just be home, being a little housewife. God, Louis hated that. He hated to be that person that sits at home and takes care of the house or kids while the successful partner just wins at life, while the other is miserable. Louis wants to go out and get offered record deals and photoshoots but, he just didn't. Louis knew he didn't exactly add up to Harry's talent, despite Harrys' praise.
Often, Harry gets caught up in the fame. He did this during their last tour, while exclusive people were seeking him out. The ones that knew the band was going on hiatus. He would go to his meetings with new people, new business partners, then drink afterwards. This is when he started drinking. Maybe peer pressure? Louis didn't know. But he ended up enjoying it, drinking more often. Staying out late and leaving Louis sitting on the couch, worrying. Most of the time though, Harry would come home around 2:45 am each night. He would be horny and all over Louis but Louis refused to do anything with him while Harry was in that state.
Usually it wasn't bad, Louis could put up with Harry whining and trying to take his clothes off. But he would not but up with violence. Harry never put Louis in harms way but one night he came home, just absolutely wasted. This was the first night.

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Louis had made dinner that night. He wasn't the best cook but he made a pot of mashed potatoes and bought a rotisserie chicken, he thought that would suffice. He knew Harry had a meeting that would be over around 7 (To talk about when they would release his songs, Louis thought) so he had it ready then.

Harry was a no-show.

So Louis worried, like he usually does. Louis worried a lot, he was an other anxious person. Not so care free as his boyfriend was. It was nothing too bad though, something he could get through. Harry would always tell him he was strong for dealing with his thoughts when they went haywire. Louis loved when Harry made him feel strong, not beautiful(which Harry did as well), he just liked to be strong. Louis assumed Harry went out drinking after the meeting. 'Nothing major,' he thought. 'He's fine, just drinking.' Louis turned on the tele to distract himself from his thoughts.

Before he knew it he was interrupted by Harry slamming the door and chuckling. He glanced at the clock and it read 2:17 am. Had he really been watching that long? "Harry?" He got up. "Harry- Jesus Christ, y-you scared me. Where were you?"
Louis examined his eyes, they were bloodshot and tired looking. He was smashed. "I was having funnnn..." Harry murmured, snaking his arms around Louis' waist and stumbling them towards the kitchen to pin Louis to the counter.

"No-" he protested only to be cut off by Harry's lips. Louis pushed Harry off of him. "No, Harry. I've told you a million times. I'm not doing this while you're like this." he said, keeping his hands on Harry's chest to hold him back.

"Like what, baby?" he slurred into Louis' ear. It didn't even turn Louis on to have Harry's breath radiate on his neck. Not when all he smelled was beer. Louis pushed him off, "Enough. Okay? I told you I'm not doing this. Eat the dinner that I spent a good 2 hours on and sober up." he muttered, going to fetch Harry's plate. He was just annoyed, he hated when Harry acted like this. Mainly because he wasn't his sweet normal self. He was more of an asshole really, to put it in simple words. He didn't listen to Louis or care about what he said. He only had two drunk personalities: horny and careless. But there was always a little bit of Harry in there. There was just something about the alcohol that made him different. Not majorly but, enough to make Louis feel sad every time Harry gets drunk.

"I ate already." He chuckled.

"And that's funny?" he scoffed. "That I made you dinner, which I never do I might add, to congratulate you on your new record? That's funny?"

Harry just blinked at him, smiling. "God, I can't handle you. First you don't tell me where you are a-and just show up at 3 am, and you're just being a fucking dick." he sighed. "I hate when you're like this."

"You're so uptight." Harry murmured under his breath, standing up from the table.

'Really?' Louis thought. 'God forbid I care whether your safe or not, because I love you. He knew Harry wasn't himself but seriously?' "Harry you would never fucking say that if you were sober. You know I am just trying to make sure you're safe." he said, looking at Harry with a rather calm expression.

"It's true!" Harry raised his voice, throwing his hands in the air. "You always have to know where I am, its fucking annoying!"

Louis gaped, his brows furrowing into an angry expression. "Pardon me for fucking caring about you! I don't think it's uptight of me to be worried when you were supposed to be home at 7 and now it's 3 am in the fucking morning. You know I stayed up late just to make sure you were okay!" Tears started to sting in his eyes. He was just frustrated. After being very anxious for about 8 hours worrying about Harry and getting this in return just felt like shit, it usually was when Harry was smashed like this. "I could've just went to bed and not given a shit, would you rather that-"

"Shut up for fucks sake!" Harry yelled. Louis flinched because... well, Harry never yelled. He just looked at him, cursing under his breath when he felt a couple hot tears on his cheeks. He didn't want to let Harry win. Let him hurt Louis. He wiped them away quickly.

"Whatever." he whispered, pushing past Harry and into the living room. He grabbed a blanket and slumped on the couch. He wouldn't bother telling Harry to sleep on the couch because he knew it would result in another fight and to be honest, Louis was just tired. He just wanted to go to sleep and forget it all.

The last thing he remembered was feeling Harry's lips on his forehead and before had time to process a thought about it he slipped into slumber.