Your Not Here To Get Me Through It All

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Louis woke up at 1 am to a phone call. He was getting sick of this. So he answered the call "DO YOU PEOPLE NOT SLEEP!"

"Louis Tomlinson? This is the hospital, are we bothing you?"

"Yes your fucking bothering me, what's wrong?"

"It's your sister Felicite"

"What about her?"

"She passed away over the night. We suspect it was from a heart attack. Would you like us to tell family members?"

"W-w-what h-how" tears formed in his eyes and he instantly let go. He cried and cried and cried. He's not cried this much since-

"Like I said, we suspect it was due to a heart attack, which was cause mainly by poor diet and smoking"

"B-but, it it can't be r-real, s-she was, is, f-fucking 18!"

"I know this is hard for you"

"No, no you fucking don't! Have you lost sisters!?"

"No"

"Then you don't fucking know! So don't try and say you do! I, will tell my sister's, you tell the rest of the family."

"Ok"

He hung up the phone and struggled his way down the stairs. His vision was blurry and tears were pouring out of his eyes. He looked up at his roof "I'm so f-fucking sorry, I f-failed"

He failed. He promised to take care of his sister's. He promised he'd keep going. But, he failed. His fucking sister died. How could this be happening. He needs a cuddle. He needs, Harry.

He shakly downed a pint of beer and before he phones Lottie he had had 2 shots of vodka, 3 shots of tequila, 2 pints of beer and a glass of wine. But that wasn't enough.

He diled her number and the phone rang. She picked up on the 4th ring and yourned out a  "l-louis?"

"L..Lottie?"

"Are you drunk?"

"Ducking jammeted"

"What's wrong? Why you drunk at fucking 2:30 in the morning?"

"Wangusge."

"What's wrong Louis."

"Fiz, Fizzy, oh my god Fizzy. I failed as a big brother. I f-failed you. I'm so f-fucking s-sorry."

"What? What are you talking about? Your the best big brother!"

"C-can you wake girls up. T-put them on speaker?"

"O..k?" Louis was crying on the other side of the phone but was trying his best to hide it. There was no way of hiding how drunk he was though "here you go Louis. It's on speaker"

"Louis I swear I'm going to kill you!"

"Fizzy died"

"WHAT!"

"WHAT!"

"what, please be joking!"

"N-no, s-she had a hear-t attack or somethin"

"Is this why your drunk?"

"Ye"

"O-ok, w-we're going to g-go, t-take care l-louis"

"DON'T BE STUPID!"

And just like that, Louis was a sister down. And he was alone again.

He drank himself piss drunk and ended up crying himself asleep on his kitchen floor.

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