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Later that day:
“Get changed now we’re going out”
Is the first thing Louis heard when answering his call from Niall. After the drama earlier on at the studio Louis instantly went back to bed when returning to his hotel room. Niall has just woken him up from his well deserved nap. Dickhead.
“What? Now? Seriously Niall” he groaned.
“We need to go find Harry before management do. People have spotted him entering a club down town and we’re not supposed to be out clubbing this close to the reunion date, if he’s fucked we all are for not being ‘responsible'”
“Fuck sake, what’s he doing out clubbing anyways” he sighed.
“Not sure but we need to find him quickly before he does something stupid. Meet me at reception in five” and with that Niall hung up the phone.
Louis threw his phone on the bed and stared up at the ceiling for a minute before dragging himself out of bed to get changed.
There’s no doubt he would have to stay low key if they were sneaking out with out their body guards. And for that reason he chose to wear all black with an Adidas hat to complete the outfit and hopefully disclose his face as much as possible.
He then grabbed his phone and wallet and made his way to meet Niall.
“Right lets get going. Pull your hood up so nobody suspects it’s us” Niall said once he spotted Louis.
He complied and they headed out for the club.
“Which club is he at anyway?” Louis asked.
“Warwick. Fans spotted him entering around an hour ago, I found out on Twitter. Apparently he looked out of it and met some guy outside before going in, not sure who though” he explained.
“Thought you needed to be on the guest list to get in there?” Louis replied, confused.
“He’s Harry styles. Any club would let him in” is all he said before turning the corner where the club was located.
As they tried getting past security they were stopped at last minute. Did they not know who they are?
“Names” the large security guard said sternly.
“Fuck sake” Louis huffed before taking down his hood and taking off his hat, looking into the mans eyes as if challenging him.
A look of realisation crossed the mans face and he stepped out of the way, gesturing for the lads to go inside.
This caused a few people who had been waiting a long time in line to complain, pissed off that they were let in so easily within a matter of seconds.
Louis and Niall took no notice though, immediately walking past the guards and into the dark club.
They were suddenly hit with the loud sound of music vibrating through their ears and flashing lights going off everywhere they looked. They could smell alcohol and weed all throughout the club and it honestly felt suffocating.
Sure, Louis loves going to clubs often, however after not being to one in so long he wasn’t used to it. The last real big club he had been to was for his birthday two years ago, that one was wild. It was a bdsm club his friends had rented out for him, insisting it would be a laugh, and it was, however it had all ended up online the next morning and to say Louis was embarrassed was an understatement.
Louis and Niall got stopped countless times while navigating their way through the club, people noticing the A list celebrities everywhere they went. It took them about half an hour before they even noticed Harry.
They found him sat in the VIP section. The area was even darker than the rest of the club, only dimly lit with red LED lights scattered along the red walls. There were black leather couches in the corner of the room facing the glass tables that had various drugs and beverages sat upon it. Curtains framed the entry way, making sure outsiders couldn’t see the pleasures of the celebrity life.
They stopped dead in their tracks when they saw Harry snorting up a line of cocaine with a bunch of people they had never seen in their life. Louis’ breath hitched when he saw the action. This was so out of character for him, he is supposed to be against drugs, and alcohol for that matter. But here he was, fucked out of his mind on the substance and drinking straight vodka.
When Harry looked up again, rubbing the remains from his nose, he had to do a double take that he was actually seeing his two band mates stood there watching him. Not knowing if he was imagining it from the effects of the drugs or if they really were there.
Niall walked over to the table and wiped off the substance harshly onto the once pristine flooring, making Harry and his group of ‘friends’ protest at his action.
“What the fuck do you think your doing?” Harry slurred out, getting up in Niall’s face.
“I think you should be asking yourself that mate, doing coke? Really? What the fuck has gotten into you?” Niall exclaimed back.
“None of your fucking business, get out now” Harry shouted dismissively.
“If we’re going you are too, come on your coming with us” Niall demanded.
“Like fuck I am” he replied with a scoff.
“That wasn’t a question, get your ass up now and come back to the hotel” Niall argued.
Harry ignored him, instead deciding to neck the remains of vodka in his bottle, not even cringing at the taste.
Niall grabbed the bottle out of his hand which caused Harry to roll his eyes.
“Can you just leave me the fuck alone, I don’t need a fucking baby sitter!” He screamed at Niall, once again slurring his words due to his intoxication.
“From what I can see you do, your bloody ruining yourself Harry, and for what? Not wanting your song on a damn album?” Niall questioned incredulously.
“You know nothing about me so stop acting like you fucking do, you have no idea what I’m feeling or why I’m doing this so don’t even act like you give a shit when we all know you don’t” Harry exclaimed, not realising he had just shared a bit too much than he had wished to if he were sober.
“Give it a rest, of course we give a shit but you wouldn’t know that because your too busy drinking away your fucking problems rather than talking” with that Niall walked back out the room but not before giving Louis a knowing look.
“Sort him out” is all he said when he walked past Louis.
Louis took a deep breath and slowly moved towards the intoxicated man.
“Haz just-
“Don’t fucking call me that. You have no right to use that name. Only friends call me that” he said, cutting Louis off.
“Okay, Harry, come on just come back to the hotel, you know we’re all gonna get shit because of this” Louis pleaded.
“I’m not doing anything you ask me of. You don’t deserve to give me orders” he declined without looking him in the eye.
“I understand that but just please do me a favour and come back with us”
Harry laughed loudly at this. Scaring Louis with how manic it sounded. He was laughing hysterically, laughing at Louis.
Once he calmed down he wiped his eyes and continued talking.
“Do you a favour. Yeh, no can do” he said dismissively, scoffing at the mere thought of it.
Louis was trying to stay calm but having just been laughed at, his patience was wearing thin.
“Fine. Don’t do it for me but do it for the other lads. I know your only doing this because of me in the first place but don’t let them take the fucking fall for it. They’ve done nothing but be kind to you and I’m not surprised Niall just acted that way with you. Stop treating your friends like shit because you don’t like me. Do you even realise how much shit they’re going to get from management all because of you coming out tonight, just so you could drown yourself in alcohol and take drugs. Drugs Harry! I thought you were better than this” Louis ranted, needing to get the matter off his chest.
Harry sat there and looked at him for a moment. Eyes wide and dilated due to the drugs.
“Why did you leave me” Harry finally said in a sad tone.
Louis was taken back by his statement. Shocked as this was the first time Harry had mentioned the ordeal.
“I- what?” Louis stuttered out.
“Why did you leave me?” Harry repeated.
And then it hit Louis that his boldness was due to the drugs and alcohol in his system. Harry probably wouldn’t even remember this conversation in the morning.
“You know why Haz” he said, slipping the nickname in once again out of habit, however this time Harry didn’t protest.
“All for that bitch” he said angrily.
“You know that wasn’t down to me harry” he replied sadly, never leaving his eyes.
“There could have been another option, you know there could” he said with a hiccup at the end.
“The other option would have sacrificed our careers. Your career” He replied.
“So you cared more about our careers than our relationship?” He scoffed, breaking their eye contact.
“You know it wasn’t like that. Look, I’m not having this conversation with you while we’re in a busy club and your intoxicated. Just come back to the hotel and we can discuss this another day, okay?” He once again pleaded with him, not wanting to talk about their breakup amongst a group of people he didn’t even know.
“Harryyy, come have a joint with us babe” a girl with red hair said in a needy tone, she was clearly just as drunk as the rest of them.
Harry hesitated for a moment before standing and grabbing his coat, pulling it on and walking out of the room.
Louis followed behind him, thinking how Harry had basically just chosen him over the other people he was with a second ago.
Niall has been long gone so it left him to try and get harry home safe without being noticed by any fans. Great.
He grabbed Harry by the arm just as he was about to leave the club, spinning him around to face him, only noticing afterwards how close they were, standing chest to chest with Harry looking down at him expectantly.
Louis coughed awkwardly before pulling off his hat and handing it to Harry.
“So umm, so you don’t get noticed” Louis said, gesturing to the hat.
Harry hesitated before pulling it on, nodding at him in thanks before once again turning and walking out the door.
Louis pulled his hood up and followed him out onto the streets of LA, quickening his pace so he could walk besides the man.
Harry was swaying side to side as he walked, stumbling while trying to get his balance. Louis sighed and wrapped an arm around his waist, stabilising him enough to walk properly. This gained a confused look from Harry and he was about to pull away when Louis gave him a stern look which told him to stay put.
Harry just rolled his eyes and turned forward to continue walking, ignoring the burning feeling of Louis’ arm around his waist.
When they reached the hotel Louis directed Harry to the elevator, knowing he wouldn’t be able to arrive at his room in once piece without some assistance, he ignored the strange looks they were getting from the hotel staff and stepped inside.
“What floor are you on?” He asked Harry.
He took a second to think before replying “7” which confused Louis even more.
“We’re on the same floor? How come I’ve never seen you up there?” He asked.
Harry just shrugged and leaned against the mirrored wall, looking at the ceiling.
They stood in awkward silence as the floor numbers increased on their way up, until they heard a ping indicating they were there.
With Harrys help they finally made it to his room, Louis had to reach for Harrys room key in his back pocket as he was incapable of doing so himself.
Louis’ eyes widened at the state of the room. It was a mess. The curtains were hanging on by a thread, the bed was unmade and it’s once white sheets were now dirty. Clothes were scattered around the room randomly and on the floor were at least 20 empty beer bottles. Cigarette stubs were laying on the bedside table, leaving a smoke smell lingering inside the room, it was shocking. Harry has always been the domestic one in the relationship, always cleaning up for himself, but this was the complete opposite.
Harry shrugged past Louis at the doorway, walking over to his bed and peeling off his shirt uncoordinatedly. He then took off his skinny jeans and left his boxers on, slumping down onto the bed and laying there miserably.
“You can leave now” Harry said, not turning to look at him.
“Look at the state of this room” Louis said, moving to clear up the beer bottles and folding his clothing nicely. “How can you live like this?” He questioned.
“You should know. I used to be the one cleaning up for you” is all he replied back, hand moving to drag down his face in exhaustion.
Louis just ignored him and continued to clean up the room, removing the cigarettes and ash tray from his table and putting it into a bin bag.
“You don’t need to” Harry spoke up, finally looking him in the eyes.
“I want to” Louis stated, pausing for a second to look at Harry.
They shared a moment of silence, just taking in one another’s appearances, not speaking a word. Louis was the first to break the contact, continuing to clean up the mess and ignoring the feeling of being stared at by Harry as he moved around the large room.
Louis was putting clothes back into the wardrobe but froze when he felt a breath on the back of his neck. He slowly turned around to meet Harrys gaze and he realised just how close they were once again.
“What?” Louis breathed out when Harry didn’t move to do anything
Just for a second it seemed like Harry had moved impossibly closer, but just as quick as he appeared, he moved backwards.
“Thank you, you can leave now” Harry said, looking Louis in the eyes once again before turning around and getting back into bed.
Louis stood there and watched him but finally huffed and walked out of the room, frustrated that their almost moment was ruined.
Author notes:
Heyy guys. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I feel like it’s somewhat poorly written as I was distracted while writing it but whatever, I tried my best :/
Thank you to anyone who’s voted/voting (you know who you are:)) and don’t forget to comment your opinions.
Constructive criticism is always welcome
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