The Butterfly Effect

14. All You Can Do

Though Louis would probably never admit it, not even to myself, his mind took him to a place with softer fingertips; fingertips that belonged to someone who loved to be cuddled. Someone he confessed that he loved pouty lips. Someone he told not to get attached to him...but then he ended up getting attached instead.

"I suppose..." there's no need to deny it, Louis thought.

"Well, I have something that will really get you high if that's what you want..." Trevor pulled out a bag from his jacket before placing it back on the couch arm. Louis recognized the pills: ecstasy. It caused him roll his eyes.

His 'accidental' overdose was not the cause of street drugs. Is that what everyone was gossiping about these days? Typical.

Before Louis could continue to fuel the negative thoughts in his head, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He was as to who would be texting him this late, unless it was a client of course. This was one night he hoped he would get a client...even they would be much better than Trevor.

11:29 pm Harry: Hey, sorry I didn't get back to you sooner. Midterms, fundraisers, being an asshole..... do you want to come over to the frat and talk about it? I mean you don't have to...I just thought it'd be nice. I kinda miss you :-/

Louis smiled as he read the text. He thought he screwed everything up. EH hadn't heard from Harry since he was in the hospital from a suicide attempt only the pair of them knew about. In a way, Louis liked the idea that Harry kept his secret and didn't tell anyone. He let the doctors make their own conclusion.

"Do you want this or not?" Trevor huffed, demanding attention. Louis looked up his from phone. He knew he had to find a way to make Trevor leave without making him angry. That never ended well for him.

"Uh, no, actually. A client just requested me for this VIP after party. I have to go. Maybe we can catch up next week!" He lies.

"How much are they offering? I'll double it!" Trevor replies back.

Well fuck.

"I don't think my boss would want me to cancel that. She's a big part of the city – the mayors daughter....I better go..." Louis tried to stand up from the couch but Trevor aggressively wrapped his hands around his throat.

"No, I don't think so. You promised me the night."

Yet, this time was different. Louis refused to let Trevor have this victory. It was time he fought back anyway. Ever since the overdose, he hadn't felt like the same hopeless person. It wasn't too late to turn his life around.

He grabbed Trevor's hand with his, using his other arm to push his arm away. It was a technique he learned on the job. He tried to run to the door but Trevor caught him, pushing him into the wall, whiskey strong on his breath still.

He tried to kiss Louis and put his hand under his shirt but Louis ducked and made a run for the street.

HARRY POV

Well I guess he isn't coming. I guess I should have known that. I guess Niall was right all along: this isn't my fight, my business. It will only hurt me. He said he missed me being carefree, and truth is, I kind of miss that too. I never once wanted to use my power to help someone so much as I did with Louis. Why is that? This is not like me.

I was on my third jello shot. The frat was playing loud pop music, swaying to the music. Niall and I were dancing together, Olivia behind us. Our fist were pumping in the air. It was a good time – just redundant.

"Ick. Feel a little woozy!" I yell in Niall's ear. He nods at me and continues to dance with Olivia. What is up with those two, anyway?

I walk to the door and lurch over the outside trashcan that is used for vomiting more than I care to admit. I hope this is not one of those nights where I fall asleep on the lawn because I'm too drunk to go back inside. PLEASE don't let it be one of those nights. It's kinda cold.

My body dry heaves but nothing comes up, thank goodness. I really need to stop those jello shots. I'm not even drunk yet and am already sick from all the sugar.

I turn around to go back inside but someone grabs me on the shoulder. Thinking it's Niall, I giggle and move my body to face him.

"Hey Curly." A raspy voice greets me.

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Authors Note: Gosh, I feel like this story is going to sh** but I am not a quitter. Why am I so stubborn? Oh well. *Shrugs* I can't keep a consistent grammatical tense either. I'm aware of it but the voice of the characters prevent me from doing that for some reason. I keep confusing myself.