Dependency // L.S. (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 22

Harry's P.O.V.

Why am I doing this? I told myself it would be sold. I even lied to Louis and told him I had thrown it away. So why was I sitting here, holding the bag of coke gently in my hand, along with my debit card and a rolled twenty dollar bill? 

All I really want is to expierience a new high. I've smoked weed so much that it's become harder and harder to get the high I want from it. I run a hand through my long hair and take a big breath. I couldn't believe I was doing this to Louis. Louis was the only thing I cared about. I didn't really care about my own health or safety, besides I wasn't going to get addicted anyway. I fiddle with the baggie, eventually undoing the zip. 

Louis. Louis. Louis. All I can think about is Louis. I feel like shit. Yet here I am.

I allow a bit of the coke to fall onto our coffee table, for lack of having a better place. No one was home. I begin to smoosh the drug with the credit card, making it into a fine powder. I scrape it into a small line, wondering just how much I needed to get high. I decide on two lines, hoping it's enough. I hold the bill between my fingertips and bend over, hesitating right as I'm about to snort it into my nose. Fuck it. I snort the white powder quickly, and instantly after I drop the bill onto the table. I lean back against the couch and feel even worse than I did before. I was guilty. 

The high comes almost instantly. I stand up, feeling completely energized and giddy. Where was Louis? 

The door unlocks and I quickly shove the bag under the couch cushion and the bill and debit card in my pocket. Louis walks in a moment later. Speak of the devil.

"Louis! You're home!" I say, getting up and running to him happily and picking him up in my arms and twirling him around while laughing.

"Yeah Haz, that's typically what happens when someone says they're only going to the grocery store," Louis replies with sass and when I set him down he kisses me gently which makes me giggle.

"What did ya gettttt?" I sing, running a hand through Louis' windswept hair and following him in the kitchen while he puts away the groceries. 

"Food? I got lasagna noodles since you love making lasagna so much," Louis replies while pulling a box out of the bag and plopping it on the counter in front of me, "I also got these." Louis winks at me and turns around, purposely wiggling his cute, perfect, butt.

I pick up the box of condoms and smirk, "Ribbed for HER pleasure? You just like my tight cock in your ass," I whisper into his ear before smacking his bum and running off towards the bedroom. I knew he chase after me. Why does my throat feel like I can't even swallow my own spit? 

Louis does exactly as I assume and soon he's on top of me, running his fingers over my chest, making me shiver. I had butterflies, something that didn't happen often. His fingers tracing my chest feels so good. Louis was rubbing me through my jeans now, which was even better.

 "I love when you touch me Louis," I moan out. "Not even sexually, just in general."

"Well... I'm glad?" Louis asks, I could hear the question in his voice.

Suddenly, I'm off the bed, grinning brightly, "Louis! We should go to the park! Come on! It'll be fun and we can have a picnic and we won't be in this lousy house! Or maybe an amusement park? Oh Lou! I just want to go. Somewhere, anywhere!" 

Louis sits on the bed, looking at me very strangely. "Harry two seconds ago you were underneath me on this bed with me about to suck your cock and now you want to go to the park?" 

I let out a sigh of exsaperation. "Yes Louis, I want to go to the park," I snap.

Louis stands up off the bed and runs a hand through his own hair. "How about you come over here and let me take care of that pretty erection of yours and then we'll go somewhere," Louis says to me seductively, walking over to me slowly and kissing my lips once, twice, three times. 

I kiss him back a moment, but eventually I push him away. Why couldn't he just understand I wanted to be out?  Then I'm off down the stairs throwing my shoes on. "I want to jog, I'll be back in a bit! I just want to do something," I say, running out the door as soon as I finish talking.

Soon, I'm at the park, on a bench already coming down from the high. Louis was going to be asking what was up with me, and I don't know what I'm going to tell him. I even snapped at him after he tried to come onto me. I walk slowly back towards home, thinking over how I was going to explain myself.

Louis' P.O.V.

What the hell? I just watched Harry turn down one of my sexual advances and instead leave the house to go jog? I sit down on the couch, rubbing my temples. I had a headache. And I was so very very confused. I stand up and go to get a can of pop, taking a long drink before also grabbing the can of Sour Cream and Onion Pringles from the cupboard. 

I currently still have a raging hard on, Harry had just completely left me with blue balls. I jerk it through my sweatpants, pulling out my phone and watching a guy get rammed with another guy's cock. While I have my dick out, the door swings open and in walks James, who stops for a minute and snorts. 

 "Harry leave you alone and horny did he?" James says. I quickly shove my dick back into my pants and roll my eyes while trying to ignore the fact I was blushing like mad. 

"Fuck off James," I say, staring at him.

"Alright. But you have a nice cock," James winks and then grabs his own dick in his jeans and squeezes it. I glare at him and flick him off as he goes back upstairs. What a pervert.

I decide after James disapears that I may as well finish what I had been doing before he interrupted since he was upstairs in his room anyways, and when I'm done I wander to the bathroom and take a nice hot shower. 

Where was Harry and why was he taking so long to get back?

Author's Note;

Holy shit! An update? A real actual update and not some shitty author's note? Woahhh! *pats my own back* I haven't actually updated this since February. What kind of disgrace? So maybe if anyone even still reads this, leave me a comment and let me know? Also, I tried my best to research what being high on coke feels like, and what I found a lot was wanting to be doing something, jittery, irritability, an elevated mood, an increasing sense of energy and alertness, and restlessness. I tried to make Harry like that but I feel like I've failed in that area too. I'm sorry this book is shit guys.