Harry stared hard at himself in the dirty mirror. He looked terrible. His eyes were red and bloodshot and his dark brown hair was messier than usual. His new lifestyle was really starting to take a toll on him. It wasn’t just his appearance, either.
Louis looked down towards the ground. He swung his legs over the ledge and sat, just thinking. The ground looked so far away from the rooftop of his apartment building that he was sitting on. He knew it was his fault. Everything was his fault. What happened to the band, that was definitely his fault. He thought back to the night that forever changed his life.