When He Came Home From New York (L.S)

Part six: in which Louis remembers New York

I stare at myself in the mirror and god I look rough! But hey, that's what eight hours on a plane will do to you. My hair looks like a birds nest. No seriously, I think if I'm quiet enough I could probably hear little baby birds chirping. I chose to not even try to fix it, instead, throwing my favourite cap over the top. I don't know where I'm going or how high I'm gonna get tonight. What I do know however is that I cannot do a meeting with Simon sober. I take one last look at myself. I'm wearing black skinnies and one of Harry's sweaters. And oh god it smells so much like him. If I close my eyes it's almost like he's right there in front of me. His beautiful curls and stunning green eyes staring back at me. I miss him. He cried when I left. He wouldn't let go of me and I had to physically peel him away from me. And I only let myself cry when the car started driving away because two people crying won't bring us any closer together. I pull out my phone. There's a message from Harry.

I love you Louis. Don't miss me too much;)

I laugh.

Me missing you? You were the one bawling your eyes out when I left!!

I was about to send the message but I paused. It was a lie. I did miss him. I deleted the message and started again.

Too late I already want to come home and cuddle you and kiss you senseless. I love you too darling xxx

It was cheesy. Like really cheesy. But it was all true. I click send and stick my phone back in my pocket. I grab my room key and my lighter and scurry out the door. The smell of New York hits me like a bus. I like it here. It's easy to hide. The bar I'm meeting Simon at is within walking distance so I start out down the street. The lights are so bright. There's a One Direction billboard. I smile to myself. I really miss those days. Of course I do, who wouldn't? I start thinking about the boys and then that leads me back to Harry. It's like that boy runs laps around my head constantly. He's all that I think about, day in day out. I'm so lost in my thoughts that I almost walk straight past the bar. I can see Simon sitting down at a table, he's with someone, a girl. She's pretty, you know, for a girl. I step inside the bar. It smells like smoke and alcohol. I'm not gonna lie I've kind of missed that smell. I sit down across from Simon. No one says a word so a light a cigarette and take a long drag. I blow the smoke in Simon's face. He coughs and looks pissed. Luckily that was my intention. "What's a lad gotta do to get a pint around here?" I ask, gesturing to the bar tender. He pours me a beer and I thank him before taking a sip. "Louis this is Briana." Simon says, nodding at the girl. I introduce myself politely. After all, she hasn't done anything wrong. "She will be your next PR." Simon said. I could tell he was enjoying this, watching as my face fell and I fiddled with the strings on my sweater. "So that's why you dragged me out here? Why couldn't you have just called." My voice broke and I hate myself for it. He can't see how weak this is making me. He can't know that I'm broken. I take another sip of my beer, hoping it'll somehow dislodge the lump in my throat. "I needed you here because you are going to sleep with her." He replied coldly. I almost choke on my beer and I have to spit it out back into my glass. "You want me to what?!" I yell. Now all the people in the bar are looking at me. "You are going to sleep with her and she is going to get pregnant and you will have a baby with her." He said with a smirk on his face. And that left me speechless. The first thing I thought was Harry. It would be cheating on Harry. "No! What the fuck? No!" I exclaim. I stand up, grabbing my things and stumbling out of the bar. The night air has a chill to it. I pull the sleeves on Harry's sweater down over my hands and shiver. "Hey! Hey wait up!" Briana runs up to me. "What do you want?" I ask. Sure, she hadn't done anything to me two minutes ago, but now she had and I am not in the mood to be nice. "We're staying at the same hotel and I was wondering if maybe I could catch a ride with you?" She said sweetly. "Fine." I reply. It's far too cold to walk anyways. I walk over to an available cab and slide into the back seat. Briana slides in next to me. She reeks of cheap perfume and it's a little suffocating. "So," she says, turning to me, "who's the lucky guy who turned you gay?" I chose to ignore the way she put it because I love talking about Harry. "His name's Harry. He was in the band with me. He is my first and only love." I reply. I can feel myself glowing. Even just talking about Harry seems to have that effect on me. "Sounds like love at first sight." She says, but part of me can hear in her voice that she really doesn't care. She pulls a flask from her jacket and unscrews the lid. "You wanna drink? It's been a rough night." She says offering me the bottle. She's right. It has been one heck of a night. I thank her and take a swig. I screw up my face as the burning liquid trickles down my throat. We reach the hotel and I pay the driver. The hotel foyer is warm and smells like expensive stuff. I don't know how else to describe it. It's just that nice hotel kind of smell. The elevator dings and we step in. There's forty five floors and I'm on the second top. I guess that's where she must be too as she hasn't left the lift yet. I'm watching the floor numbers flash by when I feel a touch on my arm. I pull back instantly. "Um what on earth are you doing?" I ask. "I'm trying to be intimate with you what does it look like?" She says in a seductive tone. She reaches out to touch me again but this time I move my whole body away. "What the fuck? No!" I half say half yell. "Oh for fucks sake Louis this would be much easier if you just said yes. I'm just trying to do my job." She says grabbing my arm. "Don't touch me! I said no!" I hiss and this time she lets go. She fumbles around in her purse for something and pulls out what looks like a pill container. She pops one out and places it on her tongue before walking towards me. "Fine. Have it your way then!" She says and before I can say anything she kisses me, shoving her tongue along with the pill down my throat. The elevator door opens and she drags me out into the hall. She reaches into my pocket and grabs my key card. "W-what are you d-doing?" I slur. I'm starting to feel dizzy. "Don't worry Louis. I'm not going to hurt you. And you won't remember a thing."

And then it all went black.

A/N: In case you couldn't already tell this was Louis having a flash back to when he was in New York. Super strange writing in first person instead of third but I hope it was ok.
Yours sincerely,

H