Better In Time (Larry Stylinson AU) {Slow Updates}

You're Killing Yourself Haz

Where am I?

I opened my eyes revealing to me a sky blue room. I turned facing towards the huge window that blinded me with the rays of sun light pouring through them.

What happened last night?

My clearest memory was that of our arrival at the club. Wow I must've had too much to drink if I can't remember anything else. I tried sitting up but my terrible hangover just knocked me right back to my original position. I groaned and forced myself to a sitting position.

My stomach hurts like hell! Well I guess that's what you get when you drink too much in one night.

A killer headache and a brutal stomach ache.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

I got to my feet as fast as I could and dashed to the toilet. I knelt in front of the toilet bowl and practically barfed up my guts.

"Are you alright?"

I heard a voice coming from the opposite side of the door. I couldn't answer because my stomach was refusing to agree with me.

"Hello? Is everything alright in there?"

It's him.

The boy that put the joy in my day but yet inserted the pain just as strong.

I was finally allowed to breathe. I sat up limp from the event that just occured.

"Yeah...I'm fine."

My voice sounded so dry and dull like I haven't drank anything for days.

"Haz is that you?"

The way he says Haz always lifts my spirit. Him having a nickname for me is the best thing created since mixture of chocolate & peanut butter.

"Yeah Lou it's me."

My voice still sounding very hoarse as if someone took a vacuum and sucked the moisture from my mouth through its extension tube.

"Would you like me to come in?"

"If you wa-"

I was cut off by a sudden outburst of vomit. What could be worse? I heard the door open with a sudden force. What I could tell was Louis had knelt behind me rubbing my back in a circular motion.

"It's ok Haz I'm here." I could hear him almost whisper.

Those calming words helped relax not only me but my stomach as well.

I sat up and turned to see his gorgeous sky blue eyes staring directly into mine, not blinking once.

"You look drained Harry you should go back to bed."

But the point is I just woke up and I don't want to. Being in bed just reminds me that no matter how hard you try to get up, you'll always fall back down. That's why I haven't slept for the past few nights. My dreams constantly turned into nightmares reminding me that there would be no way in hell I could ever call Louis William Tomlinson my own. No matter how hard I try, even though I know I hardly do, I know that he'll never know about how I feel and he will never have the same feelings for me as I do him.

He helped my weak body off the cold tile flooring and led me back to the bedroom.

"If you need anything just let me know ok."

"Sure."

Before leaving he pecked me on the forehead then turned around and walked out the room closing the door behind him.

I'm glad he left.

I could already feel my cheeks burning up. My thoughts are that I'm as red as a tomato. I looked up at the ceiling. There was a beautiful chandelier hanging from it in the center of the ceiling. The chandelier was decorated with crystals that hung loose but some how come together and made a beautiful peice of art. I could just lay here and stare at the ceiling all day but it's actually making me feel worse.

I closed my eyes praying that I won't regret this sleep but I know I will. All it'll do is keep me from puking my guts out. I'm pretty sure the nightmares will still be there like they were since the first day I met him. Except maybe this time at full force.

From the kiss.

Even though we didnt kiss, he kissed me.

On my forehead.

It constantly was playing in my head and there is no way of getting rid of it.

Except maybe just maybe going to sleep.....