DRUNKEN (larry stylinson)

"That's what happens when you find your soulmate"

Louis didn't realize he had fallen asleep on the kitchen floor until he felt a warm hand on his cheek and another on his hip. He opened his eyes, blinking once before he muttered a "shit" under his breath when he felt a sharp pain in his right hip that he had been sleeping on. He felt the hands guiding him up to sit, Louis let out a moan of tiredness. He looked up at Harry, seeing remorse in the man's eyes. Louis must have looked like he had cried himself to sleep (which he did) because Harry's face was twisted with regret, tears actually pooling in his own eyes. Barely.

"I'm so sorry- fuck, Lou." He whispered, cupping Louis' face in his hands, kissing his lips very softly, scared he would hurt his lovely songbird. Louis reciprocated, pulling away from the peck after a few seconds.

Louis just didn't know what to say, he didn't know what to do anymore. This was happening too often, too often without an explanation. They both had vowed to always tell each other what the hell they were dealing with inside their own heads. So for Harry to come to Louis drunk and angry with him quite often, treating him unfairly just confused the boy with feathery hair. With his anxiety, it was even worse. His mind thought up a million different reasons Harry could be acting like this, all of them being Louis' fault. There was one time where Louis' late mother made him watch a documentary when he was about 17 about abuse. He remembers that one of the early signs was the person getting angry with you and you doing nothing to provoke it, sort of like last night. Harry just never got like that with him, he was a very reasonable person. There was just no way in Louis' head that Harry could abuse anyone. Harry was his saving grace. Literally the most loving, respectful person you could ever meet. So you could see how this confused Louis on a lot of levels. Especially since they had a very honest relationship. This was just so much on Louis right now, with his mother's passing and the news about not being able to have children, last night just set his anxiety over the edge.

Louis stood up, gently taking Harry's hands away from his face. "I'm going to the pharmacy. Do you need anything?" His voice was a quiet and raspy. He hadn't had to take his anxiety meds since last year but this was too much for him, he called for a refill last night.

"Lou, please. You have to understand how sorry I am, please let's talk." He begged, walking after him.

"Harry, I don't want to talk." He said, brushing his hair back with a shaky hand.

"How else are we going to fix this?"

"We? We, Harry? I have done nothing. This, this – fucking shit you're doing is all YOU." Louis looked at him, it was very obvious he was anxious, but also angry.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry. I don't know why, I-I'm stressed and I drink to take it away and, I don't know. I guess it all comes out when I'm intoxicated." Harry tried to explain.

"You weren't drunk last night. You have no excuse. You're just a fucking asshole." He muttered. Turning around a grabbing his keys and glasses from the table.

"Lou, pl-"

"I was so scared, I was so fucking scared to tell you. I knew how stressed you were and I didn't want to tell you while you were doing promo and I wasn't ready to anyway."

"Louis, I know. It's okay. Yes, I'm upset, I'm just as upset as you are that we have to deal with this and it bothered me that you didn't tell me sooner but there's nothing either of us can do about it."

Louis slowly nodded, looking down as he fumbled with his keys.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there to comfort you last night. I'm sorry I freaked out. I'm sorry I've been such a dick to you. I love you, with my whole heart." He said, offering a side smile.

Louis looked up at him and nodded, returning with a sad smile. "I love you too." They hugged for in silence for a moment before Harrys raspy voice broke it.