Falling Harry POV [larry fic]

I'm Falling Again

I just got home from the bar and the crazy night we just went through. I walked into our bedroom and throw myself onto my huge king sized bed.

"God, I wish he were here" I think to myself.

I get my lazy self up and go downstairs where we keep all of our alcohol. As I grab our biggest bottle of whiskey, already drunk, I start to wonder if this is a good idea.

"I already messed it up, it can't get any worse." I think as I stumble up the stairs and back into our bedroom.

Once again I practically fell onto the bed and unscrewed the cap to the whiskey.

"Here's to losing the love of my life" I say.

I say, taking a huge gulp of the alcohol immediately regretting it because my stomach cannot take any more intoxication.

I get up and rush to the bathroom trying not to spill my guts out before I get there. I crouch over the toilet vomiting up all of the food and drinks I had tonight. Once I'm done I realize it doesn't burn, I can't feel the burn of the throw up coming out of my stomach, I can't feel the headache that should be there from my drunkenness, I can't feel anything. I feel emotionless without him here. As I'm trying to go to sleep I get a horrible idea to call Louis and try to apologize, as soon as the phone starts ringing I realize this is a bad idea. Considering I don't even think I could construct a proper sentence to say to him let alone say something that will actually get him to come back. But yet I let it ring until I hear the phone go silent, I gasp not thinking he would actually pick up.

"This is my chance '' I think to myself.

Louis hasn't said anything as if he's waiting for me to say something I'll regret like everything else. I gather my thoughts wanting to apologize and say that he can't really blame me considering I was drunk off my butt. Yet what I said was not how I thought it was going to come out, tears started streaming down my face.