Temptation (Larry Stylinson) ✅

33. Happy

"Hey, Love," Harry said softly. He and Louis were on the back patio of a restaurant on a Sunday morning eating brunch.

Harry watched Lou, who seemed quite focused on his egg white omelette and whole wheat toast. When Harry called him, he looked up, his blue eyes wide and bright.

"Yeah?" he asked, taking a bite of his toast. Harry thought back to their first date just a few months ago, where Louis could hardly look at the bread without getting upset.

"I'm just. I'm so proud of you. I hope you know that, babe," Harry said shyly.

"For what?" Lou asked wrinkling his nose.

"Well, for this. A few months ago, you wouldn't be able to be here right now. You worked so hard to get better, and make positive changes in your life," Harry elaborated, his voice thick with emotion. His hair was past his shoulders now, and he pushed a wispy curl out of his eyes before taking a bite of his chocolate chip pancakes.

"Stop being so mushy," Louis replied, rolling his eyes. But deep down, he knew harry was right. The morning after their first time, he had a breakdown in the smoothie shop. It was one of those places that lists the calorie count on everything, and it was too much for him to handle, not to mention all of the different flavors.

"You okay, Lou?" Harry had asked, raising an eyebrow.

Lou nodded, but his face was pale and he looked unsteady. Harry wrapped an arm around him, helping him with his balance.

"Let's sit down for a second. Tell me what's wrong?" Harry asked, leading him to an empty table.

Louis was breathing really fast now, shaking a little in Harry's arms.

"Can you speak?" Harry asked, reaching for his phone.

"I... don't know what's wrong," Louis croaked. His voice was so low it was barely audible.

Louis was starting to feel terrified now, and he didn't know why. The calorie labels had made him nervous, but he wasn't so nervous to the point that he would have a panic attack over it. There was something else wrong - something else seemed off.

"Hey, you really don't look so good," Harry said, calmly. "Do you want me to call someone?"

Louis shook his head fervently. He didn't need medical attention. It wasn't that bad.

He got up to leave, but immediately began to feel dizzy and fell on top of Harry, who stared at him bewildered.

"Okay. It's okay," Harry said, stroking his back.
"Tell me what's going on. What hurts? What are you feeling? Dizzy? Overheated?"

Louis shrugged. His heart was racing and thoughts were swirling around in his head like soft serve ice cream. Now that he thought of it, he did have a really bad pain on his right side. A stabbing, shooting pain. That's why he had fell, because the pain was so bad it hurt to stand up right.

"Pain," Louis said, pointing to where it hurt. He was barely coherent, and Harry noticed that he was starting to pass out on top of him.

Hands trembling, Harry called 911. And when he sat in the back of the ambulance, watching the paramedics treat his pale, unconscious boyfriend, he felt more scared than he ever had in his life.

Liver damage was the cause of his episode, they later found in the hospital. They said Lou would be okay, but that his alcoholism had been destroying his body for years, and that he was malnourished and was lacking important vitamins and minerals. His electrolytes were also unbalanced. Things were much worse than they thought.