How Will I Survive *Larry Stylinson Fanfiction*

Chapter 18

A/N

Sorry for taking so long guys. Been dealing with a lot of stuff right now.

But I got this one done, so please enjoy!

Love ya,

-Nessie:)

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*Louis' POV*

"Counted all my mistakes and there's only one, Standing out from the list of the things I've done, All the rest of my crimes don't come close, To the look on your face when I let you - ugh ah." I pounded the stand and then looked at the brown eyed man who looked at me through the glass and pressed the speaker

"Come on Louis, you started writing this song and you will finish it. I did not come at midnight leaving my family to come help you for nothing." I sighed and rolled my eyes as he started the beat again

"Mind is running in circles of you and me. Tell me will you ever love me again, love me again?
Now I'm searching every lonely place
Every corner calling out your....uh..FUCK!" I threw the headphones on the ground and stepped out of the recording booth rubbing my red irritated eyes and threw myself on the bed

"Julian, I can't con-concentrate." I looked across the room towards the man on the swivel chair by the mixers and he sighed

"Maybe because it's almost three in the morning and you keep smoking fat ones. Thank god you're out or I- LOUIS! Put your phone down, you're not calling Zayn for more weed! I'm calling Harry." I started sobbing as he took my phone away, lightheaded I ran to the bathroom as bile came up

"Is all fucked erp Juliarn, I fucked up." I sobbed against the cool porcelain toilet and listened as Julian walked in

"Yeah, Harry I know. Liam will not come and I know you will. He's peuking his guts out right now, he's smoked loads and drank a couple of Bacardi shots." I groaned wiping my chin and looked at him shaking my head

"Don't. um oooay." he waved me off and threw a towel at me

"Okay, uh we're at your flat. No, the one they bought for you. Yes I know the story, he sobbed it for hours as he wrote. Alright, yea i'l stay with him. Bye." he hung up and crouched down at my level

"Ju-julian, ee won come." he scoffed patting my back and stood up again

"Oh shut up, that boy's heart is filled with you. No matter how fucked up you get, he'll be prince charming for you anytime. Now, I don't think Eleanor knows you're not going back home tonight. She's messaged you and called you about a thousand times." I shrugged burping and ducked my head into the toilet again

"Tell er' i'm at yours and i'l meet ow, i'l meet er' at the con-conference." he sighed typing away and then looked down at me

"You're a mess Louis." I groaned and then the bell rang, he stood up and walked out to the front

"How is he?" I tried to sit up at the sound of his voice but my body gave out and I landed on the ground vomiting even more

"Look for yourself- oh my god Louis! Jesus!" groaning I felt a pair of hands under me and my fazed vision allowed me to see only curls and an annoyed angel face

*Harry's POV*

"You can go Julian, thanks. I'l take care of him from here." he nodded walking out and I sighed looking at the idiot in my arms

Shaking my head I carried him over to the tub in the other room and opened up the cold water. His eyes widened as it hit him and he tried stepping out looking at me but I pushed him back down