Let Go - Larry Stylinson

XV

Harry woke up to an extreme pounding in his head and the smell of fresh paint. Louis wasn't next to him. 

"Oh god." Harry mumbled to himself as he crawled out of bed. It was almost noon. Harry almost never sleeps in past seven. 

"Louis! What the hell did we do last night?" Harry yelled as he stumbled down the steps. 

"What did we do? More like what the fuck did you do?" Louis angrily let out as he cleaned up the kitchen.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You went out to get us some drinks and you didn't come back!" 

"You scared the hell out of both of us, Harry." Niall said as he walked into the room.

"Would you like me to tell you what you did last night?" Louis asked as tears streamed down his cheeks. 

"I guess. I can't remember anything." Harry said as he sat down.

"Well we we all sitting here and having a fun time painting, when we decide we should get some booze to make it a bit more fun." Louis started.

"You volunteered to go down the street and get some while Louis and I stayed back." Niall said, adding in.

"We started to get worried after you were gone for an hour, so that's when we went out to look for you." Louis continued.

"Nobody had seen you. Not Zayn, not the liquor store clerk, nobody."

"So that's when we called the cops." 

Harry's heart sank. 

"They sent an officer but he got a call for a suspected drug deal a few miles away."

"Guess who was passed out in the apartment?" Louis gushed as he wiped tears from his face."

"Louis. I don't ev-" Harry said as his face fell into his hands.

"I don't care Harry. You saw a guy on the street you knew, he gave you cocaine, you snorted it, and then you got drunk and passed out in some stranger's apartment!" Louis screamed as rivers fell from his eyes and across his face.

"Droplet I'm so so-" Harry said, attempting to hug the boy.

"Don't fucking call me that! Just get the hell out of my house!" Louis said as he walked upstairs.

"Louis please!" Harry begged as he slammed his bedroom door.

"Just so you know, he was more upset last night about you than he was when we told him Liam was dead." Niall said in a serious and hurt tone as he walked away.

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Harry left soon after that all happened. He didn't take much with him. All he had was his phone, the clothes he wore, his wallet, and his keys.

At that point Harry got into his car and drove to the cafe. It broke his heart to see something he and Louis had put so much passion into, that was likely just shattered. 

Harry had to stay there. After his hangover passed he realized something. Everything Louis and Niall had said was true. He did snort cocaine. He did get drunk in a strangers apartment. He did it all. 

Nobody was more ashamed of Harry than himself. He just lost the only stability he had for a long time. There was nothing he could do about it. He didn't call or text Louis despite how badly he wanted to.

Harry started thinking about what he was going to do. Louis technically owned the cafe, so he couldn't stay there for long. He figured he could find somewhere to stay and work in the meantime, which wasn't long. Niall had only said he could stay at the cafe for a few days. It's not like he or Louis owed him anything.