We'll be alright (Larry Stylinson)

Songwriting and cocaine

6 years later

Harrys POV

Just let me know I'll be at the door, at the door

Hoping you'll come around

Just let me know I'll be on the floor, on the floor

Maybe we'll work it out

Gotta get better, gotta get better

Gotta get better, gotta get better

Gotta get better, gotta get better

And maybe we'll work it out

We don't talk about it

It's something we don't do

'Cause once you go without it

Nothing else will do

I sang into the mic, letting all my emotions out through the song. After I finished I glanced up at my producer who gave the thumbs up.

"Great job Harry! I think that's the one." He grinned, patting me on the back.

"See you tomorrow Jeff." I smiled tiredly as I exited the studio.

As soon as I stepped into my car I dropped my happy persona. I ran my hands through my hair and started the drive home. I still felt a little high from the joint I'd smoked that morning, but the fact that the stabbing pain in my heart had returned I knew I'd need something stronger as soon as I got home. I never get too buzzed when I'm at the studio; if there's on thing I can be proud of it's my work. But on my own, with no distractions, I can't help but do anything to numb the pain I constantly feel.

It had been one year since me and Louis broke up for good. Obviously our relationship was never stable; with management constantly trying to dispel Larry Stylinson rumors and the fact that we weren't even allowed in public together unless it was with the rest of the band obviously complicated things.

And god, it hurt watching Louis being with Eleanor. It hurt having to be out with other women when all I could think about was Louis. It hurt watching his face fall as Simon told us about the next stunt we were forced to do. We were just two kids in love, why couldn't they accept that?

I hadn't ever slept with anyone other than Louis. I couldn't bring myself to do it. Even now that we were officially over, I couldn't. It felt like cheating because my heart still belonged to him.

I wish I could go back in time and fight harder to keep him. It had been a mutual decision; after the band split there was no way we could be seen together, and we both agreed that the pressure had become too much to handle.

I finally pulled up to my house and hurried inside, thankful that there wasn't any paparazzi waiting for me. As soon as I was inside I head straight to my bathroom; opening the medicine cabinet and taking out the bag of white powder that I had hidden behind my bottle of aftershave. Not a great hiding spot, but I was the only one ver inside my house so it didn't matter.

My hands were shaky, I was desperate for the euphoric release that the drug would bring me. I quickly sprinkled a line of the white powder on the counter of my bathroom and then rolled up a dollar bill, snorting every last bit.

I soon felt the effects of the drug, feeling a sudden burst of euphoria and the constant pain in my heart numbing.

I stumbled to my bedroom and collapsed in my bed, wondering how when even my mind was clouded from the drug I'd just inhaled, all I could think about was Louis.

Why am I such a fucking mess?

Sorry that was so short but I'm going to try and update again soon!!

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