I'm Broken but I'm fine

Part 23

Shit.

We get into my rover and I ask Zayn to stay on the line, all he can hear is Louis being sick, he must have drunk a lot. We pull up to the club and we show our badges and are allowed straight in. We head for the bathrooms and we find Louis throwing up over a toilet. I will have no sympathy for him in the morning and he will be punished, but right now I'm just glad he is safe. I know he wouldn't have done this if he was thinking straight,

"Hey baby" I say as I crouch down beside him.

"Haz, I'm sorry I didn't mean to drink so much, I was trying to forget" he croaks before he is spewing again.

Andy goes to get some cold water while Zayn and I comfort Louis.

"It's okay Lou, just get it out" Zayn says.

About half an hour later Louis finishes throwing up and I gather him in my arms and carry him out of the club. He passes out by the time we get home, I change him and put him to bed.

"I'd hate to be him in the morning" Zayn chuckles before walking to bed.

"He should sleep now H, hopefully" Andy says.

"Hopefully" I say back as I settle down next to him in bed

Andy smiles and leaves me to tend to Louis, even though I'm mad at him I can't help but cuddle him and hold him in my arms.

After another sleepless night, Louis wonders downstairs the next afternoon at 3pm, he looks exhausted, pale and sick. I didn't have to work today so I've been waiting for him to wake up all day. No one else is home so I plan to punish Louis and get to the bottom of what the hell he was thinking,

He walks into the kitchen and we just stare at each other not saying anything. He plays with his sweater sleeves and I can see he is regretful about his actions.

"So, good night then?" I ask, my tone clipped.

"I'm sorry" he whispers and puts his head down, looking at the floor.

"Here take these" I say putting two pills and a glass of orange juice on the bench.

He slowly walks over and takes the pills and sips on the orange juice.

"Are you mad at me?" He asks quietly.

"That would have to be one of the silliest questions you have ever asked me, of course I'm mad at you!" I snap.

He winces and has tears in his eyes.

"Should I......should I call mum and go home? Did you want....me to leave?" He asks as he tries not to let the tears fall.

I soften my rage and sigh, this boy will be my undoing, I swear it.

"Oh baby, no. Never. Lou......I'm mad at you because something bad could have happened to you, I couldn't get hold of you and I was worried. Not to mention you shouldn't have been in a club you are 17. Just because we are having an argument, which this isn't even an argument. Doesn't mean I want you to leave. We are going to have disagreements regularly and since you are the most sassiest boy I know and love to push my buttons, we need to get used to it. But you will always be mine Louis...always" I tell him.

He looks at me and let's a few tears fall.

"I love you Lou" I tell him as I reach out and thumb away his tears.

"I love you too" he tells me.

"I expect an explanation though" I say.

He nods.

"I, haven't been sleeping" he confesses.

"I know" I tell him.

He looks at me incredulously.