Not all fans are girls! (Larry stylinson)

Chapter 33

Louis p.o.v

What had happened last night? After the party everything was a blur. I have been told that I tried to fight Zayn, and from my aggression towards Niall earlier on in the night, it wouldn't surprise me.

This morning when I woke up harry wasn't there, I had a gut feeling that something was wrong but I was to hungover to care. When harry did come home it was almost six p.m and he was pissed. He mentioned the drugs that I bought home last night, and I don't deny doing them. I can admit that much; but when I was doing drugs I felt so free and like nothing could worry me.

I could remember the argument that I had with Niall last night when harry was gone. I was so sick of people trying to know the ins and outs of our relationship, Niall being one of them. Over the past few weeks I have taken notice that my patience has been waring thin, very thin. There have been countless times where I have been arguing with harry over the smallest thing, like doing the dishes or crap like that. Nearing the time we were going to come out, I was getting worse; I admit it. Simon has spoken to me about my attitude towards basically everything has changed dramatically, but he has know right to tell me how to act.

I parked my car in the abandoned car park of a small cafe, about thirty minuets from our house. It was surrounded by a garden that traveled all the way around the building. The street where the cafe sat was practically deserted, no cars and only the sound so people closing up next door. Next door to the cafe was an older man who worked a small clothes shop.

Walking in and hearing the bell chime, the familiar fragrance of pastries and coffee hit me like a tone of bricks.

"Louis!" I grinned at the old lady rush from behind the counter, pulling me into her arms. She smelt of cinnamon donuts and chocolate, the same smell that she has carried for years.

"How are you Ginny? I haven't seen you in a while." I chuckled, placing a quick kiss on her cheek.

"I know, I know. I see you everyday in the kitchen." She laughed, referring to the small poster of the band that is pinned about the bank books. "What would you like love?"

"Can I get one of your apple turnover and a hot chocolate?"

"No sugar."

"You know me too well Ginny." I watched the lady set to work, pulling out a fresh apple turnover from the counter window and whip up one of her famous hot chocolates.

I've know Ginny since I was about twelve. This would be the place where we would get breakfast from when we came. To London on holidays. We also rented a small holiday flat off Jinny and he husband Des, but he passed away two years ago. But ever since I was a teenager I have considered Ginny and Des family.

I would always talk to Jinny about my problems, I could commit a crime and she would never think differently of me. Which is what I needed right now, someone who I could share something with.

"Here you go son." She handed me a porcelain plate with the warm apple turnover on it and the hot chocolate which had three marshmallows bobbing around the top. "Take a seat." She ushered me over to a small two seat table in the back corner of the cafe. Before taking a seat, she flipped the sign to close.

"Mind telling me why you have such a long face today Louis? Where's that lovely smile I used to see every spring?" I finished another mouthful of apple turnover and grinned widely at Jinny. "There it is." She smiled softly.

"So who is the girl that has your trousers twisted?"

"Boy, actually."

"I always knew you batted for the other team." She chuckled. I took a sip of my delicious hot chocolate, washing down the turnover. "So what's happened?"