In My Mind. || Larry Stylinson

Prologue.

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trigger warning! ⚠️ self harm, drug use, alcohol, talks about rape. And other things. So if you aren't comfortable with that, this story isn't the right one for you. Thank you ! 🙏🏻 😊
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The lights of the club was blinding Louis, rainbow strobe lights were flashing like lightening through the entire club.

"Another?" The man with the reddish colored hair behind the bar asked.

And of course, Louis was Louis, so he obviously said yes, "Please."

Fuck

He would probably regret this in the morning but hey, Louis loved to drink.

Louis loved the feeling, he loved not facing reality.

But of course, drugs was always a close second.

"Of course, any kind in particular?"

"Whiskey, neat." thanks." Louis replied.

Louis sat down at the barstool, setting his elbows on the bar table, he thought about life. And about how he was turning into his father, he never wanted this to happen.

But I guess things happen and sometimes you can't stop them from happening, his mother has been trying to get ahold of him for years but all he ever did anymore was ignore her.

Zayn walked up to the bar, and gently sat upon one of the silver bar stools, "Mate, soon you'll have to go to rehab, that's your eighth one." He joked, bumping shoulders with Louis.

Louis froze, "what did you just say?" He questioned.

It tormented Louis thinking about rehab.. No, he didn't need that. He's not his step father, he never will be.

"I just sai-"

"I'm not my father!" Louis stood up in pure panic, everyone looking at him, he was causing a scene. It could be heard over the piercing music.

Pulsing through Louis' veins, flashbacks, horror, pure agony.

Suddenly Louis couldn't breathe, he mind felt so fuzzy and all he heard was zayns faint voice yelling for him but it was too late, Louis' body felt numb to the touch.

Suddenly nothing mattered anymore, Louis was in pure panic now.

Louis fell to his knees, he was so numb that he felt detached from his own body, he could hear a faint deep voice yelling.. He couldn't tell who it was exactly, it wasn't familiar.

"What's happening to him?!" The deep voice asked zayn.

"Panic attack, help me get him to the car.." They picked him up but Louis started to struggle to get away.

"Dad let me go!" He screamed, not even knowing what was going on around him.

Flashbacks of Louis father touching him, kissing him, doing things to him that a father with his son shouldn't be doing.

"Dad please don't I.. don't touch me like that." Louis gasped, trying to breathe but it was no fucking use.

The alcohol burning inside of his stomach, it was pure terror.

"Why is he calling us dad?" Zayns friend asked.

"Flashbacks, long story, once he gets to know you he'll probably tell you, not really my place to tell. Harry." Zayn replied, carrying Louis to the car.

Louis suddenly passed out cold.

Well he surely wouldn't remember this in the morning, but why would he want to anyway?