Dependency // L.S. (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 21

        I can't belive Harry. I'm walking outside in the freezing snow, it blowing in all directions and going in my eyes, all because I couldn't stand to be around him. And in my rush to leave I forgot to take the car and just started walking. Everything was Harry's fault.

        Did he really think that having cocaine was okay? I put up with his weed smoking, I thought that was plenty. I roll my eyes. How could he be so selfish? If he started cocaine he wouldn't stop. I know he wouldn't, almost no one ever does. I walk into a Speedway gas station just to be out of the cold, wiping the tears from my eyes. I look around at all of the snacks, and grab a box and fill it with a dozen chocolate donuts. I didn't know if I'd even be going home tonight, but I wanted them anyways.

        "You okay?" I hear from behind me, and feel a hand gently on my shoulder.

        I turn around and I'm surprised when I see the blonde haired boy from the inn. "Oh yeah.. I'm alright," I reply with a small shrug and try to force a grin.

        "I know an alright face when I see one and that's not one of them," Niall says gently and offers a small smile.

        I bite my lip, "Yeah I guess you're right."

        "You wanna come back to my house and talk about it? I know you don't really know me and I came off as pretty rude last time we talked but any customer that's around as often as you deserves my help in my eyes," Niall replies while I follow him to the checkout.

        "I.. Uh, sure." I answer. I was a little wary, especially because of how he acted when me and Harry were in there.

        "Alright, cmon' and you can tell me everything," Niall says, leading me out to his car and taking him to his house.

        Once they're all settled on Niall couch, I tell Niall everything. I hadn't meant to at first, but it had all came out, and by the end I was crying while Niall rubbed my back comfortingly.

        "Well Louis, if you two love each other as much as you say you do, I'm sure you'll be alright," Niall says softly. "I think you guys are really cute together."

        "Niall can I ask you something?" I ask.

        "Well you just did!" He teases but then nods.

        "I thought you liked Harry? Why are you helping me?"

        "Well I realized how bitter I was being eventually, and I also realized how perfect you two were together. And then I found myself a boyfriend," Niall replies, and just as he says this, the front door opens and in walks none other than Liam.

        "Liam! What are you doing here?" I ask in confusion.

        Liam blushes bright red and looks at Niall nervously.

        "How do you know Liam?" Niall asks, surprised.

        "We're great friends because Harry's his best friend, and he lives in our house!" I exclaim. This couldn't be what I thought it was. Liam was straight, wasn't he? Liam scratches the back of his neck and looks around awkwardly.

        "Liam, you couldn't have told your boyfriend you lived with them?" Niall snorts, standing up and pulling him into a hug.

        "Boyfriend?" I squeak.

        "Yeah uh, Louis, I'm bi apparently," Liam says, still blushing.

        I stare at him open mouthed, "Does Harry know?"

        Liam opens his mouth quickly and then closes it. "No not yet, and please don't tell him. I want to be the one to."

        "Okay Liam, I won't. So this is where you've been coming and staying all the time. Harry and I thought you'd been sleeping at some girls house!" I say while laughing.

"No! Who do you think I am?" Liam laughs and pushes me gently.

I roll my eyes and smile. I really liked Liam, he was a good friend. I decided not to say anything to him about what I'd found in Harry's pocket today, and made a mental note to tell Niall not to tell him either. Liam smoked weed, but I knew that's as far as he went. Liam was still pretty sensible.

I end up staying there that night, with a short text to Harry that says Staying with Niall from the inn, be home tomorrow... I love you

The next day I leave early in the morning without waking the other boys. I walk the way home, because luckily Niall lived in our area. When I get home I take off my vans, which aren't very helpful in 4 inches of snow, by the way. I bite my lip. I wanted to talk to Harry about the cocaine, but I was nervous. I go upstairs and go into the bedroom to find Harry with his hair all over the pillow drool coming out of his mouth.

I pull on one of Harry's hoodies and smile at the scent of him. I go over and shake him gently awake.

"Harry, get up baby." I say gently.

Harry opens his eyes slowly and when he realizes it's me he jumps up and pulls me into a tight hug. "Louis! Thank god you're home," He says into my neck, still squeezing me tightly.

I smile, hugging him back. "I want to talk about yesterday Harry, okay?"

He nods and bites his lip, running a hand through my hair.

"I think I believe you. About wanting to sell it." I start.

"Louis I promise that's all I was going to do. I love you, I don't want to hurt you like that." Harry replies quickly.

"I know you don't Harry. I love you too. I was so scared. All these thoughts were running through my mind. If you start that Harry you wouldn't stop. Almost no one ever can," I answer, tears threatning to escape from my eyes.

He pulls me back into a hug, "I know Louis, I know. It's alright, shh. Come here."

I was sobbing again now, clutching onto his shirt, "I- I don't want t-to lose you Harry."

"You won't babe, I promise." He whispers, kissing my cheeks gently and wiping my tears away with his thumb.

"You got rid of it, right?" I ask, sniffling.

Harry nods, kissing me all over my face and making me giggle. Why am I such a girl? Men don't giggle.

"I love when you giggle like that," Harry says, kissing my nose, making me smile.

"I love you."

"I love you too Louis," Harry answers while grinning from ear to ear. "Now tell me about how you wound up at Niall from the diner's," Harry continues, chuckling.

Harry's P.O.V

Throughout the story, I was worried. I hate lying to Louis. I hated myself for not getting rid of the cocaine. I hated that it was still locked away in my desk drawer.