Fire Meets Gasoline || Larry Stylinson

Chapter Twenty Three

Louis's sat at lunch with Harry. His mind is dazed as everyone talks about the soon to come dance. Louis had just recently started a medication to help with his withdrawal symptoms. Liam told him that he need to take them so with a bribe of sex from Harry, Louis decided to take the pills.

"We should probably go looking for outfits Haz, you boys can all go together." Eleanor speaks. The way she talks is so demanding like the natural born leader she is.

"We could go tonight, mates. It's Friday so why not? The dance is in like three weeks." Matt decides. He was the leader of the boys. It makes sense that he and Eleanor are together. Louis just nods along to everything being said. He honestly feels high.

When the bell for the next hour rings, Louis pops up and rushes out of the cafeteria with Harry.

"Lou are you alright?" Harry asks, he had been concerned about Louis all of lunch.

"It's just those meds are making me feel.dizzy." Louis explains.

Harry was the one in charge of giving Louis the meds.

"You're not eating enough or drinking enough water, that's why. The doctor specifically told you-" Harry lectures.

"I know, I'll go get me water bottle from me locker." Louis sighs.

"Good." Harry smiles.

Louis's silent for the rest of the school day. He listens but doesn't talk back. It worries Harry but he knows not to nag Louis.

"You should come over to my house tonight, maybe after you're done picking out a suit for the dance." Harry kisses Louis's neck, trying to get a reaction out of him.

"We'll see." Louis shrugs and gives a quick peck to Harry's pink, frowning lips before heading towards home.

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"These trousers don't fit me arse!" Niall complains. Niall, Zayn, Matt and Louis are all together at a local tailor shop.

"Maybe you should quit eating some much damn food then." Matt teases. While the boys joke around Louis sits in a leather chair waiting his turn to be fitted.

"Tommo what the fuck is your problem?" Zayn turns the attention to a melancholy Louis. He was starting to get pissed with that question.

Louis was silent because he didn't know how to express how he feels. He's been sober for about a month and in a healthy relationship for about that long. He was living normally for the first time in a long time and Louis didn't know how to react. He was terrified he would fuck it all up.

"Champagne?" A slender man around the age of sixty asks as he comes in with a silver platter that has a few glasses of Champagne on top.

The man goes around offering the bubbly drink which each lad takes gratefully.

"And you?" He asks Louis who looks up with a frown.

"No." Louis replies coldly.

"Ha, Louis declines a drink! Who are you and what have you done with our Louis?" Matt laughs loudly as he teases an agitated Louis.

"Cut him some slack mate, he's gone sober." Zayn speaks in a whisper to Matt.

"Did lil Harry make you give up all your favorite things?" Matt continues to tease and Louis tries to keep a level head.

"And you're not even telling me to go fuck myself. His ass must have you whipped." With that last comment Louis is done.

"Piss off cunt. Maybe instead of being here teasing me, you should be with Eleanor so she can't be fucking Jamie from the Lacrosse team." Louis spits and storms off the back where the changing room is.