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Louis, from his position in the grand hallway at the base of the stairs, heard something crash from upstairs. Making his way upwards, he found himself wandering aimlessly, searching for any kind of life. He'd of sworn he hadn't imagined it, but...
He's startled by the loud sob that emanates from the door a few steps to his left, and quickly throws it open. He's surprised by the sight in front of him.It's Harry, standing in a pile of broken glass and a pool of red liquid - which stunk of vodka and something else Louis couldn't quite place - which was currently staining the stark white carpet of Harry's bedroom.
He's not sure quite what to make of it, at first - whether to deal with the bits of shattered glass or the stain or the drunken, crying boy. Whatever the case, he knew he was in for a hell of a talk with Mr. Styles in the morning.
Or, the one where Louis is the Styles' family's butler, and that's where it starts.