One Shots || Larry Stylinson || Sad

Over Again (Part 1)

Louis entered his flat that Saturday evening, after having a not-so wonderful date with his fake girlfriend, Eleanor. Going on dates with Eleanor to keep his and Harry's secret never used to be as bad, because he got along with Eleanor, they were mates and it was easy. Until he found out the girl had a crush on him, then everything turned awkward and he could barely look at her. He'd never bothered to tell Harry about Eleanor's minor crush, it'd only break the younger boy and he'd lose trust in Louis, living in worry that Louis would leave him for the other. 

As soon as the front door slammed shut, a loud scream erupted from Louis, almost a cry. He expected Harry to come rushing out to hold him in his arms, but by the looks of things, Harry wasn't even home. Louis sort of got used to Harry never being around since management kept kicking him to America, in the hopes he'd come across a good-looking girl and Louis would be history. However, it never happened, and whenever Harry returned home, he and Louis were more in love than what they were before Harry left. Why don't they get it - you can't straighten a gay bloke out.

Louis dragged his feet along the carpet, dropping down to the sofa. He calmed down a little, holding back tears while thinking of how to overcome his controlling management. After a while, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket to see Twitter had already been left on. He slid his thumb across the screen several times, scrolling down the page, looking at tweets he'd recieved from fans, family, friends, celebrities etc. A certain picture caused his thumb to freeze as he stared at his screen.

There was Harry with Kendall Jenner. Louis knew it meant nothing and knew Harry would never even think of cheating on him. But it was Harry's face Louis was interested in: he looked broken, scared even. This only meant she was another beard management had set up for him. Harry wasn't as good as Louis when it came to fake girlfriends, and Louis hoped Harry wouldn't have to deal with another one after Taylor, especially after seeing how much it hurt Harry.

Louis couldn't allow it to happen again. He had to end everything. For him. For Harry. For everybody.

That's when he remembered the pills he had stored in the cupboard in the bathroom - an overdose was the perfect way. Harry would no longer have to hide and he could be free, exactly what he'd been wanting for as long as Louis could rememeber. After making his decision, he fled to the bathroom, immediately opening the top cupboard above the sink and taking the pills down. His plan was to not leave a note, just go without a single goodbye to anyone. He unscrewed the lid and tipped several small white tablets onto his hand. There was so many, he lost count.

He walked back to the living-room with pills in his hand. He decided to sit back down on the sofa and take them. With one last look at a photograph of his boyfriend, he shoved the entire load of pills into his mouth and swollowed - he could already feel the burning sensation in his throat. But he remained still, in agony as he faught off the temptation to reach for his mobile and call for help. He could feel his body growing weaker and his eyes heavy as they threatened to close. 

In only a few minutes after, they did exactly that. Louis' motionless body was sprawled out on the sofa, just waiting for somebody to walk in and save him in time.

It clearly couldn't be Harry, since he was in America. But Louis hadn't checked the time before he took those pills. It was seven o'clock, meaning Liam was on his way round to help write some songs for their new album. It slipped Louis' mind completely, and if he'd remembered, he would've waited for Liam to leave before doing anything suicidal. 

One, twice, three times Liam knocked on the door, but got no answer from Louis. It was beginning to worry Liam, and he knew Louis was home, for his car was parked outside. Liam decided to peak through the letterbox. His eyes went wide with horror as he caught a glimpse of his band mate's motionless body sprawled out on the sofa, possibly dead. Liam did everything he could to get inside, using his shoulder to try and bump his way in. But the door wouldn't budge.