Cocaine for Breakfast

chapter 22

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  Louis hums under his breath, flicking his fringe to the side and peeking through his lashes at the decrepit warehouse. He huffs, already knowing the others are waiting for his late arse to finally show up. He was meant to arrive at seven, but now it's nearing eight and he didn't even have time for a shower.

With a last check over his shoulder, he pushes the rusty door open and breathes in the dust that greets him. He coughs into his fist, the sound echoing off thin walls and through the empty hall. From the entrance he can make out a bunch of people huddled together on the ground, sleeping bags covering their lower bodies and thermos cans placed in their gloved hands. It reminds him that he not only couldn't shower, but also missed out on his morning tea.

He makes his way past them, nodding once and shooting them a quick grin, getting mumbled words and some happy calls in return. He buries his hands in the pockets of his denim jacket, though it doesn't do much for the cold that hangs in the building, and walks towards the small office placed below the staircase that no one ever uses - Louis doesn't even know what the second level holds.

Louis opens the door, which scratches over the floor with protest, and blinks against the sudden light that beams in through the open window.

"Finally, you twat. What took you so long? Took a sightseeing tour or what?"

Louis huffs a laugh, rolling his eyes and letting the door fall shut, lock clicking into place. "Fuck off." He says, unfazed, and shrugs his left shoulder forward, shuffling closer to the broad wooden table placed in the middle of the cramped office. "I overslept. Someone...just didn't wake me up, hmm." He grins at the amused chuckle he gets from behind the table, though his attention is on Alex, who's sitting on the window sill, suckling on a blunt with lazy swoops of his long, nearly white lashes that are such a contrast to his sharp hazel eyes.

His cheeks hollow as he takes another slow drag, causing his cheekbones to jut out more.

"Am I excused, mum?" Louis asks with an easy smile.

"Fuck off."

"I take that as a yes."

"Next time bring brekkie, m'starving." Alex mutters, then continues staring out of the window, uninterested in Louis' presence now that he has tattled Louis for his lateness and the lack of breakfast in his hands.

Louis looks at Harry, who's sitting on a plastic chair, boots propped up on the wooden table and jaw working on a piece of gum that Louis gets a good glimpse of every time Harry's lips part for another loud smack.

They make eye contact, both of their smiles growing to grins. Harry's eyes dance in amusement at him and Louis narrows his own in betrayal.

"You looked so cute." Harry finally breaks and laughs, folded hands on his stomach bouncing up and down with the vibration of his chest. "I couldn't bring myself to disturb you."

Alex huffs, annoyed, though to be honest Alex has to be really quiet on this one - he's even worse than they are. Louis pointedly ignores him and hops onto the table with one of his arse cheeks, swinging the leg that's more hitched up freely back and forth, eyes never leaving Harry's face.

"That's cute baby, but you know you can't just let me sleep in since..." He trails off. "We have to work?" He wrinkles his nose. "And, I don't appreciate waking up alone." He pouts dramatically, prompting Harry to laugh again. He smiles at the angelic sound. It still is his favourite melody after all.