Two of Us // l.s

Last night

hey y'all it has been a minute (more like months). sorry I haven't updated in so long, I really didn't have any motivation for this story or ideas. I'm still a bit stuck on where to go from here so if you have any suggestions it would be much appreciated! in the mean time I am writing a Calum Hood fan fic and another Larry one, so if you have any 5sos friends be sure to let them know! see y'all soon

ily <3

Louis' POV

I feel like I'm going to be sick.

I thought as I opened my eyes, I felt my phone vibrate on my thigh.

34 missed calls from Liam.

Why would Liam be calling? I paused for a few minutes until the realization hit me.

Fucking Harry.

I stood up from where I was sitting against the bath. My hands were all sticky and stained with dried blood, my own thankfully. I had fallen asleep while cutting the night before.

That was all I could remember though,

how did I even get home?

A sharp pain shot through my head as I stumbled to the bedroom. I picked through the pile of clothes on the floor, trying to find something decent to wear, bringing every article of clothing up to my nose to check the stench. I settled on a plain blue polo shirt. Polo shirts were kind of Niall's thing, but it was the only thing clean and I didn't have time to waste.

I was pulling the shirt over my head when the events of last night all came back to me. Vivid memories of getting drunk, kissing Zayn, being arrested flashed through my mind.

Oops.

I checked the time, 9:28 am. I let out an annoyed groan. Harry was going to hate me, if he didn't already.

I left the bedroom without brushing my teeth- it's overrated anyway- and I was about to leave when I heard a voice from the living room, a voice I had been dreading to hear all morning.

"Lou!" called Zayn.

I winced and hesitantly replied, "yeah?"

"Come over here for a sec, I think we should go over what happened last night"

"Yeh I know it was a mistake I'm sorry"

"I don't think it was a mistake, Louis." He said, walking towards me.

"Zayn I can't do this right now Harry is in hospital I'm already late."

"Harry can wait, Louis, besides, you can't deny you felt what I felt last night," he says inching closer.

"Zayn I'm not gay I've already told you this!" my breath sped up, and a familiar feeling rose in my chest.

"Louis I don't care what you are, you're mine. We belong together! The way you kissed me, it felt so passionate. Kiss me again I know you want to." His face was now centimeters from mine and I didn't know what to do. I felt hopeless tears stream down my face. I brought my knee up and hit him hard in the balls, in self-defense obviously. I ran out of there as fast as my little legs could take me and I continued to run down the street further and further before I realized I was safe.

I slowed down my running and bent over to catch my breath, my hands rested on my thighs. I stayed like that for a couple of minutes and still my breath wouldn't return to the normal pace. My hands and knees trembled vigorously and sweat ran down my forehead onto my face, mixing in with my tears.

Fuck I hate this, I hate this.

I tried to close my eyes and focus on getting my breathing back to normal, unfortunately concentrating on it just seemed to make it worse.

Is this what death feels like? I am going to die?

That was the last thing I remember thinking before everything went black.

***

I opened my eyes for a second time that morning, more confused than ever.

"Look he's awake!" I voice squeaked from beside me.

I turned a little to see a little girl with brown curly hair and pale- ivy skin. Her hazel eyes lit up as soon as I looked at her and her smile widened, showing her dimples.

"Louis! How are you feeling?" she asked, her voice was sweet and mellow.

"Um fine I guess, why am I... or how did i-?" I questioned wanting to get a better understanding of how I ended up here and what I was supposed to be doing.

"I don't know I just found you sitting on the ground here in front of my aunties restaurant and you were like doing this weird shaky thing and crying and then your eyes went closed and you stopped moving, I thought you were like dead or something. But you seem fine now, are you able to sign my shirt?" she thrust a pen at me and I obliged. while signing her shirt I figured that I had a panic attack, I got those sometimes. Whenever someone did something or touched me somewhere that reminded me of-

"Thank you, Louis! You are the best if only Harry was here. No offense but Harry is my favourite can you tell him I say hi?" she asked.

Harry seemed to be everyone's favourite.

"Yeh, I'll tell him that." If I actually make it to the hospital.

"Thank you very much, Louis. Don't worry you're like my fourth favourite after Zayn and Liam." Well that's reassuring isn't it, "I don't really like the one with the yellow hair, he's got a weird voice. Don't tell him that though!" I rolled my eyes.

"I won't it's ok your secret is safe with me." I chuckled.

"Anyway, I gotta go, I hope you feel better." She said skipping away.

I shook my head, and walked back to the hotel to get a taxi,

I never ever want kids.