everything // LarryStylinson

43.

Harry's POV

I cry into Louis' chest like the pathetic bitch I am.

I never wanted him to find out about this, especially under these circumstances.

I never wanted him to meet my father. I've been doing fine, I haven't even thought about it in a couple of years.

Why the fuck would Chris even hire him?

None of it makes any sense to me.

My head starts spinning so I cut off my crying fest and sit back up, rubbing my hand over my face.

Louis rubs circles in between my shoulders, and brings his other hand to gently tilt my chin to look at him. "I know there's not really anything I can do to take this pain from you, although I would do anything to be able to. Just know I'll support you no matter what you want to do, Haz," He says in a gentle voice, eyes full of sympathy.

"Thanks, babe," I respond, speech slurred due to my intoxication.

"How much did you drink honey?" He asks carefully, probably afraid I'm going to go off on him like I did to Niall.

"I honestly can't remember. I know I had a couple shots of 151, then I took a couple lines..." I admit, shame laced in my tone.

"Cocaine?" He asks, not sounding mad but worried instead.

"Yeah. I'm not proud of it. I'm sorry," I apologize, tears forming in my eyes at the result of Louis' worried stare.

"It's okay baby," He pulls me in to lay on him. I put my head in his lap and he massages my head. I can't help but close my eyes and feel my body relax at his touch.

I open my eyes for a brief moment to see him staring down at me. His eyebrows are knit together, deep in thought. I can tell he's upset, and its all because of me. I fuck everything up. I've completely fucked his world up.

I never want him to feel this way because of me.

I'm too much fucking work for him. Constant bullshit and drama.

He deserves so much fucking better than I'll ever be able to give him.

I heard the door to our suite open and close quickly, letting me know Niall and Liam are back from whenever they went.

"That was Chris on the phone," Liam starts, causing me to open my eyes and sit up.

"Well?" Louis asks, urging Liam to speak.

"He wants to meet with us tomorrow at eight..." He begins, almost afraid to continue.

"In the morning?" I ask, annoyance in my voice.

"Yeah. Him and uh, Tim," Liam continues. I get a wave of nausea from hearing his name, and I feel my hands sweat also.

Without saying anything, I carefully get up and walk to the bathroom. I can feel all their eyes burning through me, especially Louis. I kneel down and throw up the excessive amount of alcohol into the toilet. Almost immediately I feel Louis behind me, pushing my hair out of the way.

After I'm finished, or at least think I am, I wipe my mouth and flush the toilet, leaning back against the wall. Louis' sat beside me, hands folded in his lap.

"You're gonna have to tell them I'm sick or some shit," I pant, rubbing my face. I feel like complete ass, so it isn't a lie.

"The meetings about um, you're contract," Niall takes a step toward me, and I stand up. I stumble at first, but Louis stabilizes me.

"What do you mean my contract?" I ask.

"Well all of ours, but Chris made it clear that you gotta be there," Liam announces, sympathy in his voice.

"That's fucking great. Guess I should sleep this off then," I wave them off, head to the other bedroom and pass out in the bed.

Louis' POV

"I don't know how the fuck to help him," I sigh, flopping on to the couch in frustration.

"I don't think you can," Niall says, sitting next to me.

I've been strong for Harry all day, but now that he's not around me I need to deal with this in my own way. Tears flow from my eyes, and I struggle keeping my breaths steady.

"Why wouldn't he have told me? I feel awful. I had no fucking idea he was going through this!" I cry, earning sympathy pats from Liam and Niall.

"None of us knew, Louis," Liam coos, trying to relax me.

"I could've helped him! I had no idea he was so broken. He doesn't trust me because I've treated him like such shit over the years!" I hit my leg in frustration.

"That's not true Louis. You're his number one. He trusts you immensely. I mean, have you seen the way he looks at you? He was about to give you his literal heart. He probably was just ashamed to tell you about it," Niall speaks lowly, trying to calm me down.

"Tim bought our management company. How the hell are we supposed to get Harry away from him?" I shake my head in disgust.

"We're going to have to quit," Liam says, matter-of-factly.

"You'd do that?" I ask, surprise clear in my tone.

"Of course. Wouldn't you?" Liam asks, Niall nods in agreement.

"Yeah but, I'm in love with him," I state.

"Well, we love him too. Not in the same way, obviously. But we care about him to, and this is clearly what's right," Niall responds, pulling more tears out of my eyes.

"You lot are incredible," I pull them in for a group hug. We stay like that for a while, just hanging on to eachother.

"This would be perfect, but two of us are missing..." Liam says against the top of my head.

"One of us is in the other room. Let's fill the gap that we can, yeah?" Niall suggests, pulling back.

I open the door to mine and Harry's room, to find him passed out on the bed and still in his clothes from earlier. I lay in the bed on my back next to him, pulling him onto my chest. He snuggles into my neck, resting his arm on my chest. Liam lays next to me, and Niall next to Harry. The bed is huge, allowing us enough room to lie flat without touching if we wanted. I put my arm around Liam, pulling him onto my other shoulder. Niall spoons Harry, stroking his arm kindly.

"Love you lot," I sigh, kissing Harry's head.

"We love you," Liam answers, resting the back of his head on my shoulder.

I close my eyes and fall asleep with my lips pressed to Harry's head.