Teach Me (Larry Stylinson)

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All Louis could think about was how angry he was, he could only think about how Niall had treated him and what he'd done.

He was in his house, seething, he was angry and hurt and he paced around his living room, small fists clenched at his sides. He mutters to himself and then throws himself onto his couch.

Louis sits and taps his foot, he chews his nails and his breathing is erratic. Suddenly, he lays down on his sofa, burying his face in his couch. He begins to cry and then he lets out a scream of frustration.

Everything seemed to be going to shit, he liked an impossible man and his best friend was an absolute dick. Louis didn't know what to do.

He falls asleep somehow, at 6pm and he doesn't wake up until 4 in the morning on Monday. Louis spends extra long getting ready for work, he doesn't like to miss days at work, but he feels terrible and doesn't know how he'd get anything done there anyway.

Harry's Monday morning begins at around noon. He wakes up to a text from Niall that says I'm sorry. Harry doesn't know what it means, but when he rolls over in bed and looks at the empty spot that Louis once laid in and he sighs sadly.

Harry gets up and heads downstairs, right to his alcohol cabinet. He grabs the first bottle he sees and goes to his couch, he plops down and bringing the rim of the bottle to his lips.

Harry, now drunk after about an hour of drinking, looks over at his couch, at the spot Louis had sat in not too long ago, where they'd watched movies and laughed and he couldn't take it anymore.

He was so fucking tired of being sad and tired and walking around being all mopey. Harry figured he might as well tell Louis everything, if Louis didn't feel the same way well fuck it, Harry was already miserable anyways. So Harry took another drink from his bottle called Niall because he had information he needed.

Louis is sitting up in his office, leg shaking, there's an unopened manuscript in front of him and the cup
of coffee Zayn brought him sits at the edge of his desk untouched.

He places his hands in his head and lets out a sigh, of the manuscript in front of him was a love story, he didn't want any more love stories he didn't want to read that.

Louis looks up when he hears rapid footsteps and when he looks up he can see people running past his door. Louis furrows his eyebrows and he slowly stands and goes to his door, he opens and pokes his head out as two more people run past, he can see now, they're all cramming into the elevator.

"Hey!" Louis shouts to someone running by. They stop and look at him, it's the young intern that had been hired, his name is John. "Yes?" He says, adjusting the glasses on his nose.

"Where's everyone going?" Louis asks and John's face lights up. "Apparently there's some crazy guy downstairs, making a scene."

"Oh..." Louis says and before he can say anything else, John runs off towards the elevator. "Nosy bitches." Louis mumbles and he asks another girl who runs by if she's going too.

"Yes! Nothing crazy ever happens here, plus I heard he's handsome." She says and then she follows the crowd to the elevator. Louis briefly wonders where his boss is, but then he figures he's downstairs trying to resolve the situation.

Louis shakes his head and he goes back into his office. Right as he sits down, his phone buzzes and when he looks at it it's a text from Eleanor. GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE NOW.