Habits (Larry)

4.

Harry raced out of the movie theater and down the hallway. He was in a panicked run after Louis, who had just ran out of the movie theater randomly without any warning. Harry was dashing around every corner, wondering where in the world Louis could be. Finally the only place Harry hadn't checked popped up in his mind: The bathroom. When finding it, he ran towards it like they never had ran before, and yanked on it, which was obviously locked, but Harry wasn't thinking straight. He tried knocking on it lightly with two fingers instead. "Louis are you in there?" Harry asked in a panicked voice. His question was quickly answered with gagging and sputtering. Harry's stomach dropped. Whoever was in there, was puking. "Louis..." This time it was silent. Harry knew it had to be Louis in there. Harry pressed up against the door and he heard breathing, but it wasn't normal breathing. It was a type of breathing Harry's ears had never been exposed to, it was a harsh raspy breathing that made Harry's heart lurch. It was definitely not a healthy breathing. In utter confusion, Harry stepped back and waited, hoping to get a reply. Finally, Louis' voice came from the other side of the door. It didn't sound like his normal voice though, it was raspy, and it seemed painful. "It's open." Louis said, wincing. Harry opened the door to find Louis laying on the floor, looking passed out. Harry was so confused and lost. "Louis what happened?" That is the only thing Harry could think of saying. It took a few moments for Louis to reply. "I must have ate that popcorn too fast...?" Louis' answer seemed unsure. Harry nodded his head, even though he really didn't believe Louis at all. Louis ate that popcorn like he had never eaten in his whole life. Over the years, Louis had become much less of an eater, causing him to drop a noticeable amount of weight, and it somewhat terrified Harry. Harry saw Louis' face, which was sunken in, and it really scared Harry, but Harry knew not to think much of it. But seeing Louis eat like that, that is what threw Harry off. Harry glanced down at Louis. He was curled up in a ball, sweat plastered all over his face. His hair was a fluffy mess, and his shirt had vomit on it. "You have to slow down like I told you." Harry said gingerly. He extended his hand out to Louis and gestured for him to take it. Louis obeyed and placed his smaller hand in Harrys and Harry hoisted Louis up. Harry gulped. He tried to shake off the fact of how light Louis was. Harry knew Louis was small, but not this light. Harry wanted to cry a little.

Once they were outside, Louis stopped in his tracks and didn't move. He looked at Harry with a confused look on his face. Harry sighed. "Aren't you coming with me?" He asked. "Huh?" Louis said, now tilting his head to one side. "To my flat? Like we had planned?" Harry explained. "Oh yeah. Okay." Louis said in a hushed tone, almost like he didn't want to come. "If you don't feel good.." "No! I want to come I guess." Louis interrupted. "Okay. Then follow me." Harry said, managing a smile. Louis nodded and followed Harry to Harry's car, which was really high up from the ground. Harry casually slipped in with no trouble whatsoever, but Louis had to haul himself onto the seat to get in, only using support from his arms. This frightnened Harry, because Louis' arms started to shake rapidly, like he was going to easily snap them in half. But, Louis managed to slip in, and when he did, he looked somewhat grumpy. He had a pouty look on his face and he crossed his arms over his body. Harry frowned, hating to see Louis so upset. "What's wrong Lou?" Harry sighed. Louis sat up, alarmed. "Nothing I'm fine." Louis said in a sassy tone. "And don't call me Lou." He added. Harry laughed a little. Louis was adorable. Harry looked Louis up and down, and whenever Harry did, he always got lost in Louis' tattoos. He really liked them. There was a bird right below one of his dainty wrists, and there was a deer on his shoulder, and his cup of tea, and his pac man one. There were so many, Harry always found himself looking at them, trying to discover their hidden meanings. Finally Louis interrupted his thoughts. "Are you going to start the car?" He said with a frown. "Oh yeah sorry." Harry said, blushing. At the roar of the engine, Louis jumped a little, completely startled by the loud sound. Harry found himself laughing again. After that, the car was filled with eerie silence.

They got to the flat, which was locked, so Harry had to search his pockets for the key. When they finally entered, he found Louis staring around at it. After ten minutes of examining, Louis looked back at Harry, his blue eyes filled with some sort of bitterness. "It's big." Is all Louis could manage out. Harry knew what Louis was thinking about. That one day.....No. Harry shook the thought away. He had always tried to get it out of his head. "So what should we do?" Harry asked. There was a moment of silence. Louis managed out a weak laugh. "You tell me. It is your flat." Harry's heart dropped. Harry sensed all the sadness pulsing from Louis, all the questions he was holding in. Something was terribly wrong. "Are you okay Louis?" Harry acquired, frowning. Louis exchanged a frown with Harry, as if he was upset Harry knew something was wrong. There was no reply. "You just seem so quiet and s....." Harry trailed off as he saw Louis, who all of a sudden was shaking. Harry was alarmed. Louis was shaking so hard, he fell to the ground with a tiny thud. "Louis, you should probably lay down, you don't seem okay." Harry said, voice filled with anxiety. Louis barely managed to nod. Harry reached out to pick Louis up and carry him to the couch, but as soon as Harry's fingers touched Louis' much too thin arms, Louis whimpered in alarm. Louis obviously didn't want to be carried. Louis managed to stand, but just as soon as he stood, he almost fell over again. Harry caught him, and flung him back to upright position, remembering Louis was light as a feather and throwing or touching him too hard may hurt him. Louis used Harry's shoulder as a cane, as they walked to the couch. As soon as they got there, Louis released his grasp of Harry's shoulder, allowing him to fall down on the couch, which was quite a hard fall, and it sent Louis into a small scream of pain. Harry helped Louis get situated, and got him a blanket. "This is so embarassing." Louis mumbled sadly. "It's okay. You are doing fine." Harry said, understandance lingering in his statement. Louis leaned his head back on one of the pillows. Almost as quickly as he had laid down though, Louis sat right back up and all of a sudden, puked again. Harry jumped back, and watched in such horror as Louis puked up a bunch of stomach acid all over. It was the worst thing ever to watch. It was so random; so sudden. When he had finished, he just sat there, no emotion crossing his face. Suddenly, Louis started to cry super hard. "I honestly don't know if I am okay Harry," louis screamed through tears and gasps, "I just don't know anymore."

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Hey guys! So I hoped you enjoyed chapter four (Sorry it took so long to be updated) but chapter 5 may not be up until the end of the week due to my school so I strongly apoligize. But, have a nice week my lovelies <333