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No one really ever questioned Louis as to why he was always at the bar or even why would he only drink red wine. They didn't dare ask him because little did they know it was because he was more broken than anyone would ever know.

Louis only drinks the red win because he knows that even with the slight buzz you can get, he will still somewhat remember what happened the night before. He didn't know why, and besides he hates the taste of any sort of beer.

Louis sighed as Harry left him to go use the bathroom, he was hoping that no one would leave him alone, he never liked being alone. Being alone was bad for Louis, his mind would wander into places that he didn't like, he thought about all the shit he had to endure when he was younger. He shook those thoughts out of his mind as he down another glass of the wine.

He winced at the taste, but he didn't care as he asked for another one, the bartender giving him a slight grimace since she's told him before how much she hates wine. Louis would always reply, "It's made of fruit, so why not." She would chuckle and just pour more of the wine into the glass.

Louis drank some of the drink when Harry plopped down next to him, "Why do you always only drink the red wine?"

Louis sighed, "It's the only thing that helps me forget."

"Forget what? Please tell me you don't want to remember this in the morning?" Louis looked up at Harry who's eyes were getting glassy.

Louis shook his head, "No, I don't want to forget this, it's just," Louis sighed, "I just have alot of memories from my childhood that I don't want to remember. It just so happens that I tend to forget things from the nights I drown myself in wine."

Harry sighs, "Well, then Louis, I will make it so you don't have to do this anymore?"

Louis furrowed in his eyebrows, "What do you mean?"

"I'll help you get through your sorrows, you won't ever have to drink red wine again."

"I don't think you'll be successful, been doing this since I became of age. So it's been five years, I think."

Harry just chuckled, "Give me a month."

"A month to do what?"

"To help you."

Louis scoffed and pushed out the bar and hopped off the chair, "I don't need help." He threw down some money and he walked out of the bar leaving Harry there stunned. 

The bartender took the money and sighed, "Just don't give up on him."

Harry snapped his head up, "What?"

"He doesn't let in people very easily, you're a lucky one, don't give up on him. He needs time to adjust to actually having friends."

"Why would he need to adjust to having friends?"

She just sighed, "You need to have him tell you everything, I just know because he broke down one night and I took him home." Harry barely knew the man and yet he wanted to help him in so many ways. "Like I said, don't give up on him." She leaves to go to the other side of the bar to help the other customers.

Harry sighs and starts to think of ways that he could start with to help Louis. He just wants to help him, but at the same time he doesn't want to lose him forever.