Till Death Do Us Part

CHAPTER 5 Sucker for love

Trigger warning:

In this fiction there is talk about self harm and body image so dont read it if that's a triggering subject for you.

Hope you like it. -H

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"Lad, honestly I think I'm going to puke, do you really think it's a good time to hang out tonight? Louis was sat on the cold bathroom floor as he spoke to Liam on the phone.

"Yes---Come-on it's going to be fun, we can just watch a movie or something---Olivia said she was bringing some weed too"

Louis had just started feeling worse and worse since Niall had left earlier that morning. He had already puked twice and he felt really weak. He felt like a wilted flower.

Usually when he was hungover Harry would bring him a cup of tea and they would stay in bed all day. Harry would place small kisses all over Louis and tell him how much he loved him. But Louis isn't thinking about Harry, he's not.

"Okay but if I have to puke and Olivia runs away and never talks to us again that's not my fault okay?"

Louis pushed his nails into the burn but was not satisfied as it had already began healing.

"She wouldn't do that, but good it's still on then" It was more of a statement then a question

"Yeah and you know that because you two are so close huh?" Louis was mocking Liam "S not like that, stop it" Liam spoke quietly. Louis could almost hear Liam blushing.

As the conversation ended Louis decided to make himself a cup of tea. His body felt one hundred pounds heavier than usual when he pulled himself to the kitchen. His head was hurting and the feeling of puking would not go away.

What hurt Louis most however was the anxiety from his talk with Harry. Why would he leave like that, why didn't he just stay and talk to Harry. He was acting like a dick, more than usual even but it was still words and they were directed at Louis. Louis was starting to feel like a coward. A feeling he wasn't pleased about.

Louis noticed the single bag of tea on his cuborn and realised he was gonna have to go shopping soon. He still didn't feel like going outside but he also knew how hard it was for him to sleep without tea. Louis hated the fact that every night, to be able to sleep he had to have a cup of tea. Louis didn't even like tea at first, it was that stupid Harry that always wanted a cup in bed every evening. He used to say that a cup of hot tea in the evening makes you feel warm in the morning or some bullshit like that. Louis hated the fact that Harry still had so much control over his life. But Louis is not thinking about Harry, he's not.

Louis didn't care when he accidentally burnt his lip on the hot tea. The pain was rather relieving. Louis deserved the pain.

He decided if he was going to make it through tonight he's going to have some sleep. He drank the rest of the tea in his bed before closing his eyes and letting himself fall asleep.

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It was cold and lonely when Louis woke up. He hated it, the feeling of waking up alone. Not having someone there to hug him, not having Harry there. Still not thinking of Harry though.

He looked over at his phone and saw the time. He was confused as he noticed that it was already 8 pm. He heard a loud noise coming from the living room. He pulled himself up from the bed and took a deep breath before actually standing up on the floor. He slipped his feet in some teddy slippers that Harry got him for Christmas a couple of years ago.