LOST AND STILL FINDING(larry stylinson)

Louis' pov

“one more please, don't worry i'll pay” i giggle as he hands me another shot and i assure him i won't ditch him like that even though I look like shit. Maybe that's why he doesn't trust me.

The loud music behind me bursts my ears but i don't care. The only thing i care about right know is the tequila pouring down my throat easing its way burning my tongue and throat. It feels nice after such a long time.

Its just wow. I've been missing this so much.

“just keep counting okay” i tell the bar tender, “i'll pay you” he hands me another one. I'm pretty wasted after my 7 th shot i can't see clear. Its all fizzy.

I think my insides will drown in my blood tonight. I feel like I'm floating. The music will blast my ears right now. I just want to walk away.

I sat here round 5 hours trying resisting myself from not drinking. Thinking it would hurt me.

I know It would make me sleep in the hospital for 3 days long. I know that. I hate hospitals anyway.

You get that sick feeling from just standing outside it. The nausea just strts happening with you like there and then even if you were perfectly fine.

But i couldn't resist, i couldn't control myself from not walking up to the counter and asking for one.

First i thought I'll just have a breezer and it'll be fine. But it didn't help. So i asked for something that could help me .

“hey!” a man from behind me speaks up as he pats on my shoulder and I lazily turn around on my rotating stool.

Its all fizzy i can't even see who he is but I recognize his voice. Annoyed squeaky rat voice.

“can i take a seat if you don't mind” he asks me and i nod not knowing what else to do. He takes a seat at the stool just beside me.

“i'm nick, if you remember. We meet again" he speaks up gesturing for a handshake.

“yeah” i slur and shake his hand. “its been a long time” he speaks again.

“just two weeks i guess" slurring again. I'm not in the mood. I feel like shit. I want to vomit everything away that just went down my throat.

“i thought you didn't drink, the last time i met you, you were almost about to punch the girl.” he takes a sip of his own drink.

“yeah occasionally i don't. But its been a pretty bad day for me” my head now rests on the counter on my palm.

“oh" he remarks, "how bad?” “i got fired. My boss fired me” I'm whining in front of him. I don't know why. At the same time I want to punch something so hard. “thats pretty bad” he states.

After that there's some silence between the two of us but the loud music is something else.

“your boss is harry, right?” i snap my head right.

“was my boss” I correct him. But how the fuck does he even know Harry's my boss?! Anger fresh inside me.

“ok yeah. That means he fired you?” is he really here to mock me. I'm drunk as fuck right now and he wants to sit here and discuss why I got drunk? At this time? No hoe, don't do it.

“its simple to understand” i tell him and stand up trembling on my feet.

“i think i must be leaving. Its getting late”

“ok, will you be driving? You don't seem in that condition to drive tonight"

“look nick with all due respect” i begin. My hands doing all weird actions it could finally taking support of the stool beside me. He's been irritating me since forever i guess.

“i can walk myself home. I know that I am in that condition. But its better we stay away, ok?? So just keep distance” I gesture with my hands. He raises his hands in defense.

“ok ok. no fights. But i could drop you off. I know where harry lives” i want to punch him so bad.

“listen” i slur as i try standing on my feet but its not possible

“i can help myself. Don't let me do something stupid to you” i scowl bad at him. But he's not going away.

“oh. You're a tough man. He boils up fast too. But you're better than him. Just very submissive like." the anger inside me boils. Fuck I want to defend harry and punch nick so that his eyes turn black. what did he just say? I mean how can you just say that to a complete stranger?

My blood all mixed with tequila which feels hot. Why does he have to mention harry all the time. Harry hates him so fucking much. And now i know why.

I can't even think about they being friends almost all his childhood and teenage life. “back off i said” the drink has officially taken over me.

I feel pretty wasted and i want to pass out but not in front of him. My head is pounding and my insides are turning with pain. Its like someone's drilling inside my stomach.

I walk away from Nick but i hear him walking behind me. He gets a hold of my arm and pulls me to him. He's looking down at me and i don't know what he's thanking.

But i just want to run away from him. I just want to pull away but his grab is too tight on my wrist as he pulling me closer.

My hands are placed into between us on his chest and I am trying to pull away as hard as I can. His hands are shifting to my waist.

What the fuck does he think he's doing? “move the fuck away, asshole” i shout at him with all my strength putting my hands on his chest .

“i'm not missing the chance and now I know why harry started swearing so much. He never did until I last met him.
You have quite changed him and I don't like that." he whispers and I feel so yuck.

So gross. I just want to walk away. Run away from him. I don't feel right anyway.

Fuck. I need harry to intrude plz. He's stronger than me. He'll help. Why the hell didn't I inform him I was coming here. He could have simply picked me up from the office and none of this would be happening.

First Simon got on my nerves and now its nick all over me. I feel fizzy once again. I feel my insides collapsing. My brain stopping.

My eyes shut. I feel like collapsed. On the floor there and then Nick's hold loosening on me. My eyes don't open, my eyelids are heavy than usual. But i can hear everything.

“shit” i hear someone carrying me in there arms mutter and place me on something like a softer mattress. I feel like I've been placed on a couch. But these arms seem foreign to my body and they are not at all comfortable.

I didn't fit properly there and I don't want to.


The guy i guess after some shuffling. I think he went away. I can't hear his squeaky voice no more. But i don't know where i am. The sounds of the music are getting louder with my heartbeat and my pulse growing slower with every beat. I feel like I'll be dead in a minute.

“harr—y?” i call out whispering if he could hear. But i'm too stupid to even call his name right now. How the hell would he know i'm here? I never told him. And he knows i promised i won't be drinking. So its very very dumb and stupid of me for even thinking of him rescuing me.

Its stupid. And in the first place he doesn't even why I would end up at a bar when I can't drink at all. Not a sip and here I tossed in 9-10 shots. I don't even remember. He's gonna be pissed and I know whatever I've done is gonna cause harm only to me.

Notes

So hey! There's a chapter! Yayaay!

I think i'll slow down a little with my updates coz I have my exams around the corner.

That's ready funny coz I'm already not really updating daily and I'm already slow with the updates. But I think i will slow down a bit more but I'll still update now and then don't worry!


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