everything // LarryStylinson

42.

Louis' POV

I pull out my phone and google the nearest bars, assuming that's where Harry went.

"There's a place called The Leaky Cantina about a quarter mile from here," I announce, plugging the address into my phone.

Liam and Niall follow me as I cross the street and head East.

"He'll be okay, Louis," Liam consoles me, feeling my anxiety.

"I'm really worried about him. He sounded rough on the phone," I sigh, shaking my head.

"Yeah, he's gotta be plastered," Niall agreed, sadness in his voice.

"I don't blame him at all though. Just be prepared," I say, earning nods in response from them.

After a few more short minutes of walking, We spot Harry sitting on the sidewalk, against a brick wall.

"Harry?" I ask gently as we approach him. He has sunglasses on, and right his hand is bruised badly.

"Lou?" He looks at me and tries to stand. He struggles due to his intoxication, so I basically lift him off the ground.

"We we're worried about you, bub," Niall speaks, rubbing circles on Harry's back.

"Oh don't mind me, just having some drinks is all," Harry laughs. It's not a joyous laugh, it's pained and completely alcohol induced. My heart aches for him.

There's nothing I can do to take this pain from him and it's killing me.

"Come on," I hold my arm out to offer assistance in guiding him, but he just laughs at me.

"I'm perfectly fine to walk, sweetheart," He whispers against my neck, leaving a kiss then walking ahead of us toward the hotel.

I frantically check the surroundings to make sure no one saw that, luckily no one did.

"He must really be out of it if he's kissing you in public," Liam whispers to me, thinking he's out of earshot from Harry.

"Nah Liam. I'm not actually. It's just that I've decided FUCK Modest and FUCK the contracts, I don't give a flying SHIT I want out," Harry turns around, taking off his sunglasses and throwing them into the busy road, earning honks from oncoming traffic.

"You saying you want to quit the band?" Liam asks, tone flat.

"Yeah. You know, everyone says you're the 'intelligent one' or whatever, you'd think you would've picked up on that shit by now," Harry says, almost sounding bored.

No one says anything else as we continue our walk to the hotel. We are sharing a suite-style with two bedrooms, I wonder how this is going to go...

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Harry's POV

Liam unlocks the door and we all silently enter the suite.

No one's said anything since I told them I want out of the band. I'm not sure how else they'd expect me to react? Do they really expect me to stay if my fucking rapist father is our new manager?

"Niall and I are taking this room. You two figure out wherever you're staying," Liam says coldly, slamming the door to his room.

"Okay, I know that fucker in there isn't seriously mad at me right now," I stumble, pointing at his door and taking a few steps toward it.

Niall's POV

"Easy mate," I grab Harry at the shoulders, guiding his face to meet my eyes. I notice his pupils are completely burnt out, confirming my hypothesis.

"Bubs, did you have anything else besides alcohol?" I gently ask him, but I know he'll yell at me anyways.

"Fuck you Niall! You aren't my fucking mum! Shit!" And there we go.

"Look, I know you're upset- "

"Do you? Do you know that Niall? Wow! Fucking genius isn't he?" Harry shouts, slurring his speech.

Liam emerges from his room to try and decipher what all the yelling is about.

"Yeah. It's pretty clear since you've been screaming at us for the last twenty minutes. I know you must feel-" I begin, but he cuts me off.

(A/N grab your tissues
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Louis' POV

"Shut the fuck up already! You have no fucking clue what I'm feeling! I fucking grew up watching him force sex and beat the shit out of my mum daily! When I turned 10, I finally stood up for her. You wanna know where that got me?"  Harry shouts, voice strained and tears falling from his eyes. I can't control my own tears from spilling over.

Niall doesn't say anything in response. He knows he accidentally pushed Harry a little too far.

"He'd fucking tie my mum up in a chair, duct tape her mouth shut and sit her next to the bed and force her to watch while he shoved himself into me! This shit went on for years! You expect me to work for him? I just got out from under him! Literally!" Harry finishes, cheeks soaked with tears. He flops onto the couch, resting his face in his hands. Liam and Niall have the guiltiest looks on their faces, completely caught off guard.

I knew his dad hit him, but I had no idea it was as bad as it was.

I carefully sit next to him, leaving a few inches between us. I want him to know that I'm here for him, however much or little he wants me to be.

"I'm sorry," Liam apologizes after a minute, kneeling in front of Harry.

"Me too Haz, really. I didn't know," Niall says, tears welling in his eyes.

"I don't want you to be sorry for me. Just don't give me shit for not wanting to work for that fucking sick bastard," Harry says, lifting his head from his hands and resting his elbows on his knees.

"We understand baby. We're not going to work with him," I speak softly, bringing my arm around his waist.

Liam's phone ringing breaks the silence. Him and Niall leave the room to answer it.

Harry turns to me, looking attractive as always but quite sloppy. His hair is perfect, but his face is a bit of a wreck. His pupils are blown out, cheeks red, and eyes swollen from crying.

"I'm sorry Louis. This brought up a lot of repressed shit," He apologizes, running his hand through his hair.

"You have nothing to apologize for my love," I pull him into my chest, and he lets all his pent up emotions from the past five years out on me.