I want to shelter you - Larry Stylinson

There was a part of Louis, a very strong and selfish part, that didn’t want Harry to ever leave his side. He thought that he could help Harry on his own, with some help from the other lads. But he knew he couldn’t do that. He didn’t know how to help someone kick an addiction. That’s why the other part of him knew that to help him, he’d have to let him go. Only for a little while, and then he’d be right back in his arms, but it was hard being away from Harry for an hour. He couldn’t imagine how he’d be after multiple weeks. But he had to. He had to help him. He’d finished getting rid of all the alcohol in the house in early preparation for Harry’s eventual return and for the time before he left, and because Louis knew he’d be tempted himself to drink a little while he was missing Harry. Once the last of it was gone, he walked to his bedroom where Harry was, and leaned against the door frame. His eyes were stuck on the ground and he tried to look as casual and cool as he could, but he couldn’t hide how shaken up he was about this whole thing. “So…” he said, clearing his throat. Him and Harry hadn’t properly talked about any of this. It’d been mentioned, but there’d never been a sit down, face to face talk about it. “I think we need to talk, Harry.”

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