I'm probably going to use a mix of the boys songs for Louis like music he produces? So don't be confused if he writes like Harry's songs or 1D's or something like that
Chapter 19: P
Louis stared up at Harry as he sat on his couch, Louis notepad on his lap staring at him for any type of inspiration. They were at Harry's and were supposed to be watching a movie yet all Louis could think about was the song and the pressure that came along with it. When Josh gave him the deadline he thought it would be simple, but now when his notepad was out he had no idea as to what he could write about. Harry stared over and Louis and raised his eyebrow.
"Any ideas so far?" He asked and walked over to Louis, collapsing next to him, pressing up against him, not too close as Gemma was in the other room and could walk in at any moment.
"No... nothing." Louis sighed, tapping his fingers along Harry's leg, "It's harder than you'd think"
"I know Lou, I know" Harry said and looked over the couch before kissing Louis slightly. Louis frowned when they separated, grabbing Harry by the waist and pulling him in for another kiss, falling back onto the couch slightly, Harry detached his lips for moment, "I've made up my mind"
Louis cupped his cheeks and brought him back in for another kiss, loving the way his lips felt against his, realizing that Harry was the one thing he was missing in his life, that one thing that he didn't know what it was... One thing, "What is it love?"
"I wanna be with you, Lou, I want to date you... if that's okay of course" Harry breathed out and Louis smiled widely before attaching their lips for a final time, grabbing onto Harry's hair and deepening the kiss making Harry whine a bit. Louis separated, still holding on to Harry's body.
"God i don't know what it is about you... but there's just something that has me so, so captivated" Louis began, "Of course i want to be with you love, That's all i want"
"Good" Harry said before nuzzling his nose against Louis, "You better get started with your writing, Boyfriend."
"If you insist, boyfriend" Louis giggled before grabbing out his notepad and writing something down that had appeared in his head earlier before.
I don't know what it is, but you've got that one thing.
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"Shit." Louis said whilst looking at the bag of cocaine that sat in his underwear draw, seeing the empty bag, "Shit, shit, shit"
He didn't think he had consumed that much since he began to use it, only using a little bit twice a day to keep him going but now looking at the empty bag he began to look for any possible traces of cocaine left, anything to keep him going, nothing. Louis sat on his bed, hands running through his head already panicking.
"Deep breaths Louis, deep breaths" Louis said to himself before standing up, pacing the room before hitting the wall and groaning, "FUCK!"
Louis crashed against the fall and dragged himself down the wall sobbing, where could he get some drugs, where could he find them. He could always ask Ian yet he didn't want Michael to know about it, especially because he knew how dangerous it was for him. So where, where could he get some from? Louis began to sob harder, feeling himself heat up from anger, just wanting to punch something- anything.
Michael punched in the code for a large door
Pulling his legs in close to his chest he began to feel claustrophobic, he screamed into his legs, kicking them onto the ground in anger. He didn't care about a thing at that moment in time, he wanted cocaine, he needed it. At that point he thought he was going to die, die from the lack of substance that seemed to keep him through the day, the lack of substance that kept him going, the lack of substance that had him thrashing around on the floor screaming for more. He had a problem, he needed more.
found himself looking at shelves upon shelves of alcoholic substances and drugs of the sorts.
Peeking up from his closed eyes he felt the room shaking, his body flash hot and cold, his hands trembling as he brought them into view. Louis wondered what was happening to him, his breath become short and his whole body beginning to shake. It then hit Louis, he was having a panic attack. He knew because Zayn used to get them all the time. Louis cried some more, collapsing onto the floor as he let himself shake and cry.
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Grabbing his phone he began to scroll through Instagram, trying to calm himself down, not wanting to escalate his panic attack any more than he had to. He saw a post, a funny one really, one that would usually make him laugh, not today. What did the egg say when being told a joke?Nothing, it just CRACKED up laughing. Cracked up. Crack. Drugs. Cocaine. There was no escape. Louis pulled on his hair and threw his phone across the room, thankful it landed on the carpet.
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Standing up he made his way down stairs feeling his fists clench up every time he took a step, his world seemed to be faded into grey. He didn't know what he felt at that moment, he didn't know what emotion he was feeling. Sadness? Anger? Disappointment? Nothing, he had no idea, all he did know was that he needed cocaine, and fast.
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Louis sat on the couch staring at the TV hoping maybe this would distract him, nope. 'Need help removing your weeds? Are you too lazy to garden yourself? Call us!'. Weed. Drugs. Cocaine. Louis turned off the TV and closed his eyes hoping to clear his mind, even though he knew it wouldn't work, nothing seemed to work really.
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6...4...3...1, the room, the substances... Michael's basement. Louis shot up from his seat, looking out his window to see it was dark out. Louis walked out the house not even bothering to grab anything and ran, he ran towards the huge hill with the mansion, the house where he could sustain his needs. As he became closer to the house he saw that a light was on, seeing Michael's silhouette intertwined with someone else kissing, Ava.
Perfect, nobody would see him break in.
Louis knew their bottom bathroom window was broken so that's where he headed, climbing over the fence and sliding open the bottom window. Looking inside he could see it was pretty empty, it was a Saturday night after all, all the Tills brothers would be out partying or doing their own thing.
He snuck out the bathroom and began to walk through the large living room, making his way to the basement stairs. He was still shaking at this point, from nerves, from the lack of cocaine, he was a mess. He climbed down the stairs and tucked his hands in his pockets, making sure to tip toe around so he didn't make any noise, a loud moan escaped from upstairs making Louis cringe. Louis went up to the large door, slowly typing in the numbers hoping it would open.
6431.
It opened. Louis grinned to himself and walked in observing the shelves, looking for cocaine. Examining them he came across a bag, similar size to his last one labelled 'Cocaine'. Shoving it into his jacket he quickly left, closing the door quietly and making his way up the stairs again. As he entered the large living room once more he heard a gasp. Louis turned around to see Brody, making out with some guy. The three of them tensed up staring at one another too scared to speak. Louis shoved the cocaine further into his jacket, staring at them intently.
"I won't say anything if you don't" Louis said Brody nodded slowly watching as Louis escaped from the front door. As he left he quickly walked home, wanting to get back into his room where he can finally be at peace.
Louis entered his house, placing the cocaine back into his underwear draw, opening it slightly and snorting a bit of it already feeling the euphoria return. He sat on his bed and looked at his hands that were beginning to calm down. Louis felt humane again, he felt like one piece, he felt fine. Staring at the bag of cocaine in his open draw he grinned to himself.
"I won't leave you again."
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FanfictionA boyfriend, a talent/passion for music and a bag of cocaine, those were the things Louis Tomlinson were hiding. With his best friend, a boy he's forced to like and a certain boy with green eyes, he's not sure he can take up the challenge of being a...