Fire Meets Gasoline || Larry Stylinson

Chapter Thirty One

Harry wakes up at noon with a banging hangover. He had never drunk so much before. Harry's eyes are foggy and his mouth tastes like shit. The hotel room is completely trashed. It hits Harry like a hurricane when he remembers what happened last night.

The tears kick in right away. Harry feels broken and as if he lost his other half.

Harry has to get up though when the alcohol he drank comes back up. Harry hops up from the couch and rushes for the toilet. The liquor mixed with stomach acid burns his throat and stains his tongue with the wretched taste of bile.

Harry slowly strips out of the robe he was in, it's covered in stains, and crawls into the bath.

He lets it fill, the hot warm relaxes his muscles. It helps him relax a bit.

Harry starts to think if he was overreacting to what Louis did. It was the past, he loves you now, Harry starts to think.

No.

He used you.

He wanted you gone.

Harry won't let himself be the victim to Louis anymore.

Harry drains the bath and gets out. He does the rest of his typical morning routine, a little slower than usual due to his headache. Harry puts on some underwear. He has clothes in his car that he'll change into. Harry starts to clean up the hotel as much as he can.

He picks up all the glass and makes the bed. He puts everything back to where it was. In the end, the room looks much better. All that is left are stains from the alcohol. Harry grabs his stuff and gets out quickly. Being in the hotel made him feel sick. Harry curses when he gets to the parking garage realizing he has no idea where the car is. Harry feels gross after cursing nonchalantly, he never did that. He blames Louis.
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Louis rolls off the couch, banging his head on the floor. Beer cans scattered around him. Louis hadn't had a hangover in a long time. Louis feels numb and he wants to keep it that way. He's filthy but doesn't care. Louis doesn't care that he's left a mess around the house. He just doesn't care. Without Harry he sees no reason to care about anything. Louis gets up from the grimy floor and goes to get another beer. He grabs a bag of weed and more paper before heading out to go back home.

Louis's face looks hard and cold. He looks like how he used to. Louis pulls his phone out of his pocket and sees texts from Zayn and Niall. He skims through them, most say how they're sorry but Louis doesn't care. They ruined his relationship, took away his lover. Louis refused to forgive them. Louis deletes the texts and blocks bother of their numbers. Louis goes to Harry's contact and types out a small text asking if they could meet but when Louis presses send the text is rejected.

"Fuck!" Louis shouts, he fucking blocked me.

Louis just wants to go home and get high. He slumps up to his house and knocks on the door.

"Please be home." Louis whisper to himself. It's freezing outside.

"Lou-oh my god!" Jay opens the door and is shocked when she sees her son. He has a dirty suit on. His hair is all over the place and has some stubble already on his jaw.

"Love, what happened?" Jay rushes Louis inside.

"Harry broke up with me." Louis says with no emotion.

"What! Why?" Jay is getting Louis out of his filthy clothes. His body is practically on the verge of being blue.

"Because." Louis says simply. He doesn't even make eye contact with his mother. Jay frowns at her son's answer. It didn't explain anything. Jay still helps Louis get up to his bathroom and begins to run him a bath.