Strawberries & Cigarettes

The Definition of Insanity

                                                                                          Song(s):

                                                                            "Electric Love" - Borns

                                                                   "Use Somebody" - Kings of Leon

The Laptop sat on Louis' bed, inviting and daunting. The thing was, Louis knew he was making a mistake. Knew that he shouldn't be reaching for it, knew that he shouldn't open it, knew that he shouldn't open Google, knew that he shouldn't type the words in the search bar. He did it, anyway. And he watched the whole thing, the full blurry video of him stumbling onto the stage, hair a complete mess, a bottle of liquor in his hand. Then he watched himself starting to cry, and then tumble off the stage into the shocked audience.

His jaw was clenched, his fingernails painfully digging into the skin of his palms, leaving small crescents there. It was the first time he had seen the complete video and for good reason. He didn't even spare himself from the comments under the video, because apparently, he was a masochist. Mostly, they consisted of a bunch of LOL's and laughing emojis, but there were also a few more disappointed sounding ones, those that felt sorry for Louis and the end of his career. Those were somehow even worse.

Eventually, he shut the laptop, the desperate need for a cigarette pulsing in his veins. Or maybe an entire pack. No, he needed more than just that.

"You're gonna go to the bar with me," he announced two minutes later with crossed arms, blocking Niall and Liam's view of the telly.

Niall threw a crisp at him. "Get out the way, Tommo. We want to watch this. It's riveting."

Louis turned around to look at the program. "Is that golf? You're watchin' fucking golf? I'm way more interesting than golf, and so is getting drunk." He gripped Niall and Liam's ankles, one ankle per hand, and tried to pull them off the couch. Niall slipped down the cushions a bit, but otherwise the attempt was unsuccessful. "I'd rather watch fucking paint drying than watch golf. Are you two high? Is that why you're watching golf in your free time? Did you two get high without me? Fuck you."

Niall threw another crisp, this time at Louis' head. Louis didn't hear any sound of it dropping to the floor, so he guessed it still stuck in his hair. He took it out and ate it. "That's gross," Niall commented.

"It's not. My hair is as sweet and clean as angel skin."

"Still gross. Do you think that's some weird sex fantasy people have? Eating stuff off angel's skins."

"You're high, aren't you?"

"Nah, just curious."

Louis gave up and turned to Liam. "What about you? Please don't tell me you also find golf more interesting than alcohol and your dear friend Louis."

"No, but this couch is way too comfortable to get up."

Louis raised his brows with a sweet smile. "It's karaoke night tonight," he chirped.

Niall finally averted his eyes from the boring green landscape on the screen behind Louis. "Why didn't you say that before?! I totally forgot about that! Liam mate, you in?"

"If there's karaoke involved, of course I'm in."

"Yeaaah!" Louis shouted with raised fits and leaped onto the couch, excitedly jumping up and down on it. Liam and Niall joined him, loudly chanting "Party and Bullshit" by the Notorious B.I.G on top of their lungs. With each impact of their feet, the couch made a concerning groan.