Larry One Shots

Louis: Relapse (2)

We had arrived in Boston around 4 pm and stopped at the Copley Square Hotel, close to TD Garden, where we would be performing to about 20,000 people for 3 nights. The hotel seemed really nice. Me and Harry got our own room like always across the way from Niall and Liam's rooms.

We got settled in our rooms and then decided to head out to Boston for some food. We ended up settling at some nice restaurant right in the heart of the city. Me and Harry sat at our own table, making a date out of it. It was going great until someone approached our table. Our security detail was watching from afar, making sure the situation didn't get out of hand.

"Can we help you?" Harry asked, placing the dessert menu down, continuing to hold my hand across the table.

"Are you two," gesturing to our hands intertwined, "together?"

"Why is that any of your concern?" He asked again, his temper rising. I was honestly used to the hate towards us, but there was a lot more happiness towards our relationship than hate, so this lady was just an asshole. But Harry always go angry at people who hated on us in public, but that scared me as he got really angry.

"You know God hates Gays like you. Stop shoving your relationship down my throat you f-" But before she could finish, I interrupted her.

"You better not finish that sentence!" I noticed Paul start to get out of his seat and make his way towards our table.

"You'll burn in hell." She said before starting to walk away. Harry slammed his hands on the table which made me flinch as I didn't like when he got angry. He made his way towards the women and shoved her up against the wall.

"Harry!" Liam said as my eyes started to fill with tears. Liam went over to Harry, as did Paul as Niall stayed with me, trying to calm me down. They pulled Harry back and Liam started to give him a talk as Paul escorted the woman back to wherever she came from. I could barely hear Liam and Harry's conversation as I put my head in my hands.

"Harry what were you thinking?" Liam said angrily. "Louis is upset and Paul is angry at you for causing a scene. Let's go!" He said, pulling Harry by the wrist back to me.

"Louis," He said, but I just got up and brushed past him out the door, Niall following me close behind. I could hear Harry yelling my name, but I didn't stop until Niall grabbed my hand, in which I winced as that was where my fresh cuts were.

"What? Did I hurt you?" I just stared at the ground. The whole band knew I used to cut, but to them they knew I stopped and had been clean. Key word - had been.

"No," I quietly mumbled.

"Then why did you-" He stopped, figuring it out quite quickly. "Louis"

"Don't. I don't want to talk about it."

"Louis please. We can help you. Does Harry know?"

"No and he's not going to. Please Niall I can do it on my own. I just needed a release." I said rubbing the sore spot.

"That's what you said last time Louis. I know you. Can I see it at least?" He said taking my wrist in his hand. I just nodded and he rolled up my sleeve and moved the bandage. "Gosh Louis this is bad. I can't let you go home without Harry knowing. You can't be doing this."

"Niall! Please, you know how hard it is. The stress of writing, touring, and just being away from home."

"No Louis! This is dangerous. You can't-"

"But I can! Promise me you won't tell the others."

"But-"

"Promise me!" I shouted, enough for Harry to turn his head, who was watching from afar.

"Fine! But you need to tell Harry. Tonight!" I nodded, unsure of whether I was going to or not, but right now I needed a release. It would have to wait till tonight. We got back on the bus and made our way back to the hotel. I slipped into the bathroom before Harry had a chance to talk. And I did it again. And again. And again.