World Tour
Breakdown
***Louis Tomlinson***
Sunday, August 19th, 2012 – North London, England
Harry and I woke up on the couch late Sunday morning, my back sore from having slept in a weird position. Harry stirred as I looked over at Liam, worried about my friend.
“How’d you sleep?” Harry asked me, his voice tired.
“Okay,” I replied. “You?”
“Same,” he said. Liam opened his eyes and looked at us, surprised. Then he furrowed his brow.
“Where am I?” he asked, looking around as it registered he was in our living room. “How’d I get out here?” Harry and I glanced at each other.
“Liam, you got pretty drunk last night,” I told him. “You were banging around in the kitchen and not making any sense.” Liam looked horrified.
“I was?” he asked. Harry and I nodded. “I – I’m sorry, you guys,” Liam stood up, wobbling slightly from the quick movement. “I won’t burden you anymore.” Liam darted into his guest room and shut the door. I looked at Harry.
“What the hell?” Harry asked. He and I stood up, but just as we were about to knock on Liam’s door he opened it, his duffel bag in hand.
“Thanks for letting me stay here so long,” Liam told us. “I’m sorry.” He pushed past us and started walking towards the front door, but I grabbed his wrist and pulled him back.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I demanded.
“Home,” he muttered.
“Why?”
“So you guys don’t have to deal with me anymore.”
“You think we’re going to let you be alone after last night?” I challenged. “No way in hell, Li.”
“I’ll be fine,” he tried.
“Liam, you could’ve really hurt yourself,” Harry said.
“Oh?” Liam asked. “I don’t recall sticking a knife in my stomach, Harry.” Harry’s face fell. I sighed.
“Liam,” I scolded. Liam closed his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he told Harry.
“What’s going on with you?” I asked.
“Yeah, you seemed fine at dinner last night,” Harry added, clearly attempting to forget about Liam’s comment.
“I was fine at dinner,” Liam said. I walked over and took his duffel bag from him, and he didn’t fight me on it which was a good sign. He leaned against the wall. “But then Max hit it off with that waitress, and it just reminded me that I’m going to be alone forever.”
“Liam,” Harry said, “there are millions of girls out there who would jump at the chance to meet you, let alone marry you.”
“Yeah, because I can sing, not because they love me.”
“They do love you,” I said. “Is this still about Danielle?” Liam sighed and nodded.
“You’d think I’d be over it by now, but I’m not,” Liam shrugged.
“That’s okay,” I told him. “Nobody expects you to just move on right away. But we do expect you to come to us for help, not a bottle of vodka. That’s the whole reason we set up this arrangement.”
“I didn’t want to disturb you guys,” Liam muttered.
“You’re our best friend,” Harry reminded him. “You’re never disturbing us.”
“I’m sorry we didn’t get all the alcohol out of the house like we thought,” I apologized. “You don’t remember anything about last night?” Liam shook his head, sadly. I glanced at Harry. “Li, maybe it’s time we get you some professional help.”
“Why is that always your first reaction?” Harry asked me, out of nowhere. I looked at him, surprised. “Like you don’t think we’re capable of taking care of ourselves?” That angered me for some reason. For once I was trying to make it clear that I cared and it was backfiring.
“Roll up your sleeve and then tell me how capable you are of taking care of yourself,” I retorted, then covered my mouth with my hand, immediately regretting my words. Harry stared at me.
“See? I even cause you guys to fight!” Liam exclaimed, and he sat down on the couch in defeat. I sighed. Trying to take care of one of my best friends and my boyfriend at the same time clearly wasn’t working. I wasn’t as strong as I had thought.
“Liam, drinking your pain away is not okay,” I said as I sat down next to him, knowing Harry and I could work things out later. “You need to talk to us, or Zayn, or Niall, or, anyone, really.”
“Like you talked to Abby?” Harry shot back at me. I knew I deserved that one, but it still stung. Now I wasn’t the only one who blamed me for that. I pursed my lips and turned my head away so Harry and Liam wouldn’t see the tears well up in my eyes. I needed to get it together. I needed to help Liam, and Harry, and I didn’t know how much longer I could do that. Zayn was right – if I wasn’t okay myself, no way could I help anyone else. I needed a minute. “Louis, I’m sorry,” Harry breathed. I just shook my head and stood up, keeping my back towards Harry and Liam to hide the tears.
“I’m gonna go for a walk,” I was able to keep my voice steady long enough to say. I walked out of the house and down to the park nearby. Just like Harry liked going to the lake to think, I liked the park. The people there were always happy and playing and enjoying life, reminding me to do the same. Today was no different – it was nice out, so the kids were all running around the grass and people were playing fetch with their dogs. I sat down on a bench and watched in envy. When would Harry and I be allowed to take our kids and dog to the park? Did Harry even still want that?
I thought about calling Zayn, but that would require admitting I needed help so I shot that idea down pretty quick. Not to mention I didn’t have my phone on me anyway; I had left it at home. The happy people at the park were only angering me more, though, so I got up after only a few minutes and kept walking. I didn’t pay attention to how long I’d been walking. I was so lost in my own thoughts and tears that when I finally looked to see where I was, I realized I had no idea.
Sunday, August 19th, 2012 – North London, England
Harry and I woke up on the couch late Sunday morning, my back sore from having slept in a weird position. Harry stirred as I looked over at Liam, worried about my friend.
“How’d you sleep?” Harry asked me, his voice tired.
“Okay,” I replied. “You?”
“Same,” he said. Liam opened his eyes and looked at us, surprised. Then he furrowed his brow.
“Where am I?” he asked, looking around as it registered he was in our living room. “How’d I get out here?” Harry and I glanced at each other.
“Liam, you got pretty drunk last night,” I told him. “You were banging around in the kitchen and not making any sense.” Liam looked horrified.
“I was?” he asked. Harry and I nodded. “I – I’m sorry, you guys,” Liam stood up, wobbling slightly from the quick movement. “I won’t burden you anymore.” Liam darted into his guest room and shut the door. I looked at Harry.
“What the hell?” Harry asked. He and I stood up, but just as we were about to knock on Liam’s door he opened it, his duffel bag in hand.
“Thanks for letting me stay here so long,” Liam told us. “I’m sorry.” He pushed past us and started walking towards the front door, but I grabbed his wrist and pulled him back.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I demanded.
“Home,” he muttered.
“Why?”
“So you guys don’t have to deal with me anymore.”
“You think we’re going to let you be alone after last night?” I challenged. “No way in hell, Li.”
“I’ll be fine,” he tried.
“Liam, you could’ve really hurt yourself,” Harry said.
“Oh?” Liam asked. “I don’t recall sticking a knife in my stomach, Harry.” Harry’s face fell. I sighed.
“Liam,” I scolded. Liam closed his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he told Harry.
“What’s going on with you?” I asked.
“Yeah, you seemed fine at dinner last night,” Harry added, clearly attempting to forget about Liam’s comment.
“I was fine at dinner,” Liam said. I walked over and took his duffel bag from him, and he didn’t fight me on it which was a good sign. He leaned against the wall. “But then Max hit it off with that waitress, and it just reminded me that I’m going to be alone forever.”
“Liam,” Harry said, “there are millions of girls out there who would jump at the chance to meet you, let alone marry you.”
“Yeah, because I can sing, not because they love me.”
“They do love you,” I said. “Is this still about Danielle?” Liam sighed and nodded.
“You’d think I’d be over it by now, but I’m not,” Liam shrugged.
“That’s okay,” I told him. “Nobody expects you to just move on right away. But we do expect you to come to us for help, not a bottle of vodka. That’s the whole reason we set up this arrangement.”
“I didn’t want to disturb you guys,” Liam muttered.
“You’re our best friend,” Harry reminded him. “You’re never disturbing us.”
“I’m sorry we didn’t get all the alcohol out of the house like we thought,” I apologized. “You don’t remember anything about last night?” Liam shook his head, sadly. I glanced at Harry. “Li, maybe it’s time we get you some professional help.”
“Why is that always your first reaction?” Harry asked me, out of nowhere. I looked at him, surprised. “Like you don’t think we’re capable of taking care of ourselves?” That angered me for some reason. For once I was trying to make it clear that I cared and it was backfiring.
“Roll up your sleeve and then tell me how capable you are of taking care of yourself,” I retorted, then covered my mouth with my hand, immediately regretting my words. Harry stared at me.
“See? I even cause you guys to fight!” Liam exclaimed, and he sat down on the couch in defeat. I sighed. Trying to take care of one of my best friends and my boyfriend at the same time clearly wasn’t working. I wasn’t as strong as I had thought.
“Liam, drinking your pain away is not okay,” I said as I sat down next to him, knowing Harry and I could work things out later. “You need to talk to us, or Zayn, or Niall, or, anyone, really.”
“Like you talked to Abby?” Harry shot back at me. I knew I deserved that one, but it still stung. Now I wasn’t the only one who blamed me for that. I pursed my lips and turned my head away so Harry and Liam wouldn’t see the tears well up in my eyes. I needed to get it together. I needed to help Liam, and Harry, and I didn’t know how much longer I could do that. Zayn was right – if I wasn’t okay myself, no way could I help anyone else. I needed a minute. “Louis, I’m sorry,” Harry breathed. I just shook my head and stood up, keeping my back towards Harry and Liam to hide the tears.
“I’m gonna go for a walk,” I was able to keep my voice steady long enough to say. I walked out of the house and down to the park nearby. Just like Harry liked going to the lake to think, I liked the park. The people there were always happy and playing and enjoying life, reminding me to do the same. Today was no different – it was nice out, so the kids were all running around the grass and people were playing fetch with their dogs. I sat down on a bench and watched in envy. When would Harry and I be allowed to take our kids and dog to the park? Did Harry even still want that?
I thought about calling Zayn, but that would require admitting I needed help so I shot that idea down pretty quick. Not to mention I didn’t have my phone on me anyway; I had left it at home. The happy people at the park were only angering me more, though, so I got up after only a few minutes and kept walking. I didn’t pay attention to how long I’d been walking. I was so lost in my own thoughts and tears that when I finally looked to see where I was, I realized I had no idea.
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