He wasn’t there to pick up the pieces. He didn’t see Louis cry until he couldn’t, drink until he was gagging in the shower, fully clothed yet completely stripped. Fuck, he couldn’t even sleep in their bed, couldn’t stand the smell of him on their sheets without wanting to crawl out of his skin.
UM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK
He cannot pass by without touching and moving and shaping and changing every thing, every boy-city, in his path.