-Harry’s P.O.V-
I was going to go see Louis tomorrow. I sat in my living room in front of my fireplace. I took my celphone and called Zayn.
“Yeah?” – he answered
“How’s Louis?” – I asked
“I took him to rehab.” – he said.
Holy shit. Who knew how hard it would be for Louis. He was going to go crazy in there.
“What the fuck!” – I yelled
“He was high and drunk half of the time, since the day you left.” – he said.
Oh shit. It was my mom’s fault. It was my fault. I was fine. Louis needed me. I needed him. I cut him off and went up to my room.
-Louis’ P.O.V-
~Night~
They locked me up in a room. I had a deep thirst. This room was making me crazy. Everything was in white. White walls, white sheets, white chairs, even my fucking clothes were in white. I sat on my bed. Fuck. We were going to push the date of the tour. Our fans were going to be disappointed in me. Why was this happening to me? I was alone in my room. Zayn had taken me to the best rehab center. I started yelling. I ran to the white door. I started banging on it.
“Harry!” – I yelled
“Get me out of here! I can’t take it anymore! I have to get out!” – I yelled and started banging the door as hard as I could. I start screaming and crying.
“Get me out!” – I yelled and leaned my back on the door. I heard a knock. A girl in a white hat, white dress and white shoes was standing right in front of me. The nurse.
“The doctor has given me permission to give you your phone.” – she said and reached out my phone towards my way. I grabbed it. My hands were shaking. I called Harry. He picked it up and the forth ring.
“Harry!” – I yelled
“Where are you? What did you do?” – he sounded concerned
“When are you coming? I’ll explain it to you then.” – I told him
“I’ll be there tomorrow but I’m not sure if they’ll let me in.” – he said
“I miss you.” – I whispered breathing heavily.
“I miss you more. Don’t worry, this will all be over soon. I promise. We’ll be happy again.” – he said.
I smiled for a second.
“I love you.” – I whispered.
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11:11 (a larry fanfiction)
Fanfiction“What does it say when all the songs all the birds sing, sound like all the songs I’ve ever heard you hum?”- Tyler Knott Gregson
