Untitled (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter four

Louis woke up at 11:34 that morning with a pounding headache to the sound of his phone getting a text. He groaned, rolled over, and ended up faceplanting onto his floor. His couch was not made for sleeping, causing Louis to have a sore back to go along with his massive hangover.

He picked his phone up off the floor and went to check his texts. As soon as he saw who he had texted and what they had said he shot straight up, more awake than he had ever been.

Harry: Are you drunk?

Louis looked back at what he had texted Harry last night and swore he would never drink again.

Louis: Oh God. Oh no. Shit! I'm so sorry

Louis lit a cigarette and placed it between his lips as he opened his balcony door and sat down. Internally he was freaking out. But he was trying to trick himself into thinking it was fine when his phone started to ring. He answered the call without checking the number and said distractedly, "Hello? Who is it?"

He was taking a drag off his cigarette when he heard a deep, familiar voice respond, "Umm hi? It's Harry."

Louis was so surprised he choked on his cigarette's smoke and started coughing. He heard Harry's anxious voice asking if he was alright a few times before he was finally able to pull himself together.

"Hi Harry. How are you?" Louis squeaked out, his voice even higher than usual because of his nerves.

"Ummm...I'm doing well. Are you okay? It sounded like you were choking."

Oh, I was, I mean I, umm," Louis stuttered, "I'm fine."

He heard harry sigh before saying, "Louis, what happened last night? And why were you saying all those," Harry paused, "um, all those random things?"

"Well. I, uh, I was listening to your album. And then I was chugging vodka, and I don't remember much of anything else past that." Louis said feeling very embarrassed and uncomfortable.

"Oh, okay. That's fine I guess," Harry responded, but his voice sounded like his mind was somewhere else. They were silent for about 30 more seconds before Harry started speaking very quickly, "I was thinking that maybe we could meet each other sometime and talk about what happened? We could invite Liam, Niall, and even Zayn. Or we could go with just the two of us?"

Louis' mouth dropped open before he remembered that Harry was waiting for an answer. "Uh, yeah. I'd like that very much. Whatever works best for you."

"Okay, umm...How about Friday morning at the city park at 11:30? Just you and me?"

"Friday? Like tomorrow Friday?"

"Yeah, but if that doesn't work it's fine."

"No! That's perfect. I'm free tomorrow."

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow then?" Harry asked nervously.

Louis said yes and then they said their goodbyes. And as he hung up the call, he jumped up and down excitedly and screamed, "Yes!"

For better or worse, Harry and Louis would finally have a chance to open up about the day they both fell apart.