11:11 (a larry fanfiction)

chapter 18

-Harry’s P.O.V-

~Morning~

I tried calling Louis but he wouldn’t answer. Where the hell was he? I was worried. I got out of my room. I stopped outside of the door. I just stared at the blank wall, thinking about Louis.  I started going downstairs slowly. My head wasn’t in place. I entered the kitchen and I tapped my mom’s shoulder. She turned around.

“Mom, can I go see Louis” – I asked

“You can survive. I bet he’s okay.” – she said.

I sighed and went upstairs. I was so worried and my mom made it even harder on me. Where was Louis and what was he doing?

-Louis’ P.O.V-

When they told me I could call someone, the first person I could think of was Zayn. I couldn’t tell Harry. He was already in a bad condition and I couldn’t make it worse. I picked up the phone and dialed Zayn’s number. He answered on the third ing.

“Hello?” – he asked

“Zayn…” - I said

“What’s wrong?” – he asked

“I’m in prison.”

-Harry’s P.O.V-

I went upstairs to forget about all the drama. I bet Louis was okay. I sat on my old bed staring at the posters I hung on the wall when I was a young boy.

“Where’s the remote?” – I whispered to myself looking around the room. I opened my bed sheets, picked up my pillow, looked under the bed but It was nowhere. I glanced at the floor. There it was. I grabbed it and turned on the T.V. I saw Louis’ face on the screen. I turned up the volume.

“Band member of ‘One Direction’, Louis Tomlinson was arrested last night.”

“Shit.” – I whispered.

-Louis’ P.O.V-

“What do you mean?” – Zayn yelled.

“What the fuck do you think I mean? I mean that I need you to bail me out and fast.” – I said.

“Okay. I’m coming.” – he said

“Wait!” – I yelled before he hung up.

“What?”

“Don’t tell Harry.” – I said and he cut me off.

I lied down on the dirty sheets. I had to have a drink. It had been one day without any vodka and I was going insane.

“I demand to be let out!” – I yelled at the cop.

He turned his head towards me and didn’t say a word.

“Did you hear me?” – I yelled

“Boy, you need rehab.” – he whispered.

Oh no. Not that. I started screaming and crying. I sat at the corner of the room facing the bed. I cried hysterically. I turned my head left and I saw Zayn. I suddenly stopped screaming and crying. He was staring at me. I got up and wiped the tears from my eyes.

“Your friend bailed you out.” – the cop said while opening the door made out of poles of metal.

I ran into Zayn’s arms and hugged him.

“Harry knows.” – he whispered and I just started at the blank wall.

-Harry’s P.O.V-

I was going crazy. Mom wouldn’t let me out. I was a prisoner in my own home. I tried calling Zayn but he wouldn’t answer. I lied on bed pretending nothing was wrong. I let out a long, deep scream. I heard my mom running up the stairs.

“What’s wrong?” – she yelled

“I have to see Louis.” – I said crying and breathing heavily unable to talk.

“Okay. After tomorrow you can go and see him. Under one condition. You’re going to come back home.” – she said and I stopped crying. Thank god. She left the room. I had to see Louis. I just had to.

-Louis’ P.O.V-

We got into Zayn’s car. I looked out the window staring blankly. This wasn’t the way home. Where were we going?

“Zayn, where are we going?” – I asked

“I’m taking you to the rehab center.” -  he said staring at the road.

“What?” – I yelled and tried to open the door but it was locked. He stopped the car and turned to look at me.

“How am I going to see Harry!?” – I yelled

“People can come and meet you once a week. It’s for your own good. Trust me and please calm down.” – he said and turned on the car and started looking at the road.

Harry would be so disappointed in me. What would he say to me? I couldn’t go to rehab. I just couldn’t.