TRIGGER WARNING. Reader Discretion Advised.

Harry's POV

With sweat beading down my forehead, I collapse on my stomach, spent and exhausted.

"That was bloody amazing!" I admit.

"Glad to hear it," he says brushing my hair out of my face. "You ready to go to sleep?"

I nod, too tired to even reply. I feel him cuddle super close to me, our body making a perfect puzzle piece. I feel the warmth evading my senses, my body, my mind.

"I really like spending time with you," I mumble.

Louis POV

"I like spending time with you too," I reply playing with his shoulder. "It's nice to have someone not use you for their personal gain. It's nice to just lay here, unafraid.....I have a choice in this. I WANT to lay here with you, know you better." I continue to talk but Harry has long drifted away into his slumber for the night.

I tuck a piece of stray hair behind his ear so I can have better access to his face. His eyes are closed and small puffs of air was coming out of his slightly parted lips. His cheeks are still red from our intimate encounter moments earlier.

The more I watch him, the more I realize I'll never be free, not really. Trevor has made it clear that I am good as dead if I reject him. I've told my boss about it several times but he says they're empty threats and that Trevor is a good paying customer. Sure he is...but shouldn't my safety be more important?

I need the money or I'd just leave. I am in contract for six more months. If I break it any earlier, I will owe them a fee. My mom back is not doing so well and though she never asked me, she is finincally dependent on me. She still has several children at home, all my sisters, and I wouldn't trade them for the world. My step-father left her years ago and right after, she became partially disabled – unable to support her family.

I'll never be free. I'll never be free.

The Madison Escort Service has a huge insurance policy out on me in the case of accidental death. I could just end it all and leave my Mom with my inheritance. Then maybe I will be free.

I crawl out of bed, giving Harry a pillow to clutch as a substitute. I don't think he bought it though because he shifted around a while, trying to get comfortable. It almost breaks my heart.

I make my way to my bathroom opening my vanity. I take out of my bottle of Xanax and Prozac and my bottle of vodka I have hidden under the skin and move into the kitchen.

I take out my notepad and begin to write.

Dear Mom,
You deserve so much more than this life has to offer. Please don't worry about me. I'll be fine. This is what is best for me. You're always my special star.

Love,
Lou

Dear Harry,
I'm so sorry you had to find me like this. It was amazing getting to know you. If the police question you, please say it was accidental. It's nothing you've done. You will do great things in life. Anyone would be lucky to have you. Don't let this bother you too much.
Lou

With that out of the way, I unscrew the lid on my pills and vodka. This should be enough. I just got my refill two days ago. Having anxiety and depression can be a bitch sometimes, no doubt, but now it's coming in handy.

I swallow most of my bottle, this should do the trick I hope.

I start thinking about Harry, how he's tangled up in my sheets. He's someone I'll never deserve. He's a beautiful rose in a garden of weeds. I'm poison ivy.

Harry's POV

I woke up in a familiar scene. Louis was gasping for breath, his body in obvious pain. White foam was dribbling down his chin and his eyes were fluttering open and shut rapidly. He was almost twisting and turning in pain. His eyes were pleading, begging me for something but I don't know what.

I can't use my power, not this time. I just can't do it but I don't want to lose Louis. FUCK. What do I do?

I reach for my jeans beside the bed and fish for my phone.

911, what's your emergency?
I need an ambulance on Serenity Cove. Please.
What's the situation, Sir?
He's overdosing. Please come fast! He's foaming at the mouth.

Louis grabs my wrist weakly; I get the vibe he doesn't want me to call someone. He wants me to let him die, just like last time...but why?

Every time we have sex, he tries to overdose but if we just lay and cuddle.....he stays with me all night and doesn't try anything. What's going on? I don't understand!

Please keep him awake until the paramedics arrive Sir.

"Louis, come on! Stay with me!" I say turning his head toward the bed. The foam is dripping down, his breath becoming a little more shallow. He's coughing.

Sir, are you there? HELLO?
Sorry! He's coughing!
That's okay, Sir. Just stay calm and keep him awake.

I scoop him up in my arms, taking him to the kitchen and wiping a cold rag over his forehead.

Not long after, I hear a knock at the door and they rush him away. I find the notes he wrote on his kitchen table and stuff them in my pocket.

I get dressed and call Niall, telling him my location and asking him to take me to the hospital. He does as I ask, no questions to be had. I don't plan on staying with Louis the entire time. I don't think he'd want that. Maybe he'll be mad at me if he lives and never want to see me again. Nevertheless, his family obviously isn't in this town and I am all he has right now.

If I rewind time and not fall asleep, I know I can change the outcome. I know it If I just lay with him and talk, maybe things will change. What is it about sex with me that is causing him to overdose? He doesn't seem to mind having sex with his paying clients. Why should I be any different?

"Haz...." Niall breaks the silence on the car ride to the hospital.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry," he states.

"It's fine." I reply. Short and sweet.

"Want me to wait with you?"

"Please."

"Anybody you care about, I do too....and after Kyle, well, I know you could use a friend. It seems drug overdoses has become a epidemic, huh?"

It's not like that, I want to argue. He is not some junky prostitute. His name is Louis and I still have a lot of getting to know him.

Please be okay.

I rush in the hospital and explain I am the one that called 911 and they surprisingly let me through rather quickly. Doctor explained that he needed his stomach pumped and IV fluids and he should be okay. He said since it wasn't a suicide and it was just accidental, he'll give him some pamplets for rehabs.

"The amount he consumed probably wouldn't have been fatal if he didn't mix it with alcohol. Do you know if Mr. Tomlinson had been going through a lot of stress?"

"Yeah, he has." I say numbly. "Can I see him?"

"I think it's best you go home tonight. He'll need to rest."

With that, Niall guided me back out to the car and drove us back to our frat house. Sometimes I want to forget about Louis and let life resume it's normal activities but I know I'll never be able to do that because every time I open them, I just see blue.