You (almost) do something bad
Louis- Everything was so difficult for you. Almost impossible for you to cope. You were currently sitting on the side of the rode a few feet away from Louis’ house since you had stayed there the night before. The hate had been getting to you that night. So amny death wishes… too many.
“Louis’ happy when his fans are happy… and the fans will be happy when I’m gone.” You slowly stood up as you saw headlights rounding the corner. As they came closer you heard the front door open but you didn’t bother to turn around.
“Babe?” He said groggily. He walked towards you slowly until he saw your eyes connected to the upcoming car.
“(Y/N), what are you doing?” His voice was rushed and you just shook your head… and jumped.
“No!” was the last thing you heard Louis scream. You woke up later in a bright white room and heard sobbing. You looked over and saw Louis with his head buried in his hands.
“Lou?” You said quietly and his head bolted up. He quickly grabbed your hand and kissed it.
“They said you wouldn’t make it… what were you thinking?” You opened your mouth to speak but Louis connected your lips before you were able to.
“Never, ever do that again. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
Harry- You were sitting in your apartment that you lived alone in. You were bored out of your mind so you decided why not smoke a little. You didn’t do it much but it was something you liked. You lit up and you already felt better. Then there was a knock at the door. You got up and opened the door to see Harry.
“Hey babe.” He smiled but then it fell.
“Are you feeling okay?” He asked putting his hand to your forehead.
“I’m feeling amazing.” You said and laughed.
“It smells weird in here.” He said.
“That’s just my pot.” You said by accident, “Oh fuck.” You said slowly.
“Excuse me?” He said, “You know I hate drugs.” He said.
“But it’s not really a bad one.” You said.
“I don’t care.”
“It can’t kill me.” You continued.
“No, but it can do things that will make you kill yourself.” He said his face turning red from anger.
“Harry, harry, harry… what’s the big deal?” You questioned.
