You saved me from myself

Chapter Three

"A... Rehab home?" Louis squinted at the sign in front of the house through the car window. "Lara, I'm not too sure about this."

Lara looked at Louis sadly. "Dear, I promise they're nice in there. Three lovely young guys are running the place, I know them. They will not judge you, or make you do anything that you don't want to. You are going to be completely safe, please just give it a try." She pleaded.

Louis sighed, he had broken into her kitchen and stolen from her right after she told him not too, she had taken him in and given him food and a bed. He kind of owed her.

"Fine," he mumbled, opening the car door and stepping out.

He looked at the house in front of him, it looked nice, he just did not know how being in a home would help him. He would still be fucked up, only around a different set of people, fresh new eyes to judge him. But he would try, for Lara he would. He waved at her as she drove away, and then it was just him.

It had already started to get a little bit brighter; the sun would be up soon. The whole night had been one entire big mess. From being thrown out of his apartment, to sleeping on a park bench, to landing himself in a homeless shelter, and now here.

With one last big sigh to try and collect himself, he stepped up to the house and opened the door.

When he came inside, he was greeted with a very inviting reception area with a kind looking guy behind the reception desk, seemingly reading some sort of paperwork. The room was painted in a soft off-white colour with a light blue and green accent wall. Plants were scattered on tables and in windowsills, making the room feel more home-y and less like a rehab centre. Louis looked around, seeing a few people in white robes and blue scrubs walk one way or another, the sight making his heart drop down to his feet. He was not going to be treated by doctors, he was not sick.

He turned around on his heel immediately, he needed out. Just as he was about to push the door open and escape out of there, he heard a voice behind him.

"Good morning, my name is Liam. Can I help you with anything?"

He turned around, seeing the guy from the reception desk look at him with kind, brown eyes.

"Uhm, no thanks. I think I'm in the wrong place." Louis mumbled, not wanting to meet the guy's eye.

"Are you sure?" Liam said hesitantly, standing up so that he could see Louis clearer over the desk. "I don't want to be rude or anything, but you look like you could need a little help. What's your name?"

Louis would have been offended, if it was not for the fact that the guy sounded so nice. Besides, causing a scene in here would most likely not lead to him managing to escape. 

"Louis, and I'm- Fine." Louis' now felt his rapidly beating heart in his ears, he had to get out. Out, out, out.

"Look," Liam clasped his hands together on top of the reception desk. "I really don't want to pry mate, but I do think you meant to walk in here. Am I wrong?"

Louis said nothing, which seemed like a sufficient answer for Liam.

"Thought so. Now, what can I help you with?" He smiled warmly.

Louis breathed shakily, how could he get out of this in a smart way? That Liam bloke seemed to be able to read him like a book no matter what he said.

"I-" Louis turned to bolt for the door, but only managed to take two steps before he stumbled straight into someone.

The man, thankfully, caught him before he could fall and hit the floor.