It's safer in the dark - Sequel

Part 13

LOUIS POV

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Zach grabs my arm as I try to leave their drug room at the club.

"I'm feeling really sick Zach I need to go, please" I say as I struggle in his grip.

"So, you can crawl back to Harry? No fucking way" Zach tells me as he drags me closer towards him.

"Please Zach I can't take another hit, I can't handle anymore" I tell him.

His grip on my upper arm tightens.

"Like fuck you can't Louis" Zach starts.

He is interrupted by Noah and Nathan walking into the room.

"Zach we can hear you screaming from outside, what the fuck is going on?" Noah asks concerned.

They both walk in and shut the door behind them.

"Nothing, Louis' just being a fucking brat" Zach screams.

He shoves me backwards and I hit my back on the wall behind me hard, causing me to wince.

"What the fuck Zach?" Nathan yells.

Nathan comes over and grabs onto my arms to steady me.

"Are you okay Louis? What happened to your eye babe?" He asks concerned.

"I'm what happened to his fucking eye Nathan" Zach yells.

"Jesus" Nathan responds, but his eyes don't leave my face as he studies the damage.

He reaches out and touches the bruise forming on my eye and I flinch.

"Sorry" he apologises.

"S'fine"

"Louis won't take a hit Nath, can you believe that? says he is feeling too sick" Zach laughs out.

Noah walks over and takes one look at me, before turning back to Zach.

"He does look fucking sick Zach" he says.

"Bullshit it's all an act, now get the fuck over here and take this hit Louis before I do something I will regret" Zach yells.

He is actually going crazy; I have no doubt he would do something terrible to me. I look towards Nathan and Noah pleadingly, but they look at me helplessly.

"Just go Louis" Noah whispers out.

Fuck, even they don't want to get on his bad side, they must know what he is like. I do as I'm told and walk over to the table and Zach pushes my head down harshly while I take the hit.

"Next time do it the fucking first time you are asked, or it will be a lot worse for you" Zach tells me.

The hit, like I thought, doesn't agree with my body and I spend the next four hours in the club bathroom puking my guts up, alone.

Zach comes looking for me a few hours later and I've managed to curl myself up in a ball against the bathroom wall, I'm shaking horribly I feel so cold but I'm sweating buckets. I just want Harry so badly.

"Ohhh Louis babe, are you ok?" Zach asks when he finds me.

I know he is sober and coherent now from the tone of his voice.

"Yeah, can I please go home now Zach, I really don't feel well" I say timidly.

"Of course, babe, why didn't you say something earlier?" He asks.

I don't even bother responding, he was clearly too fucked up to remember anything.

He helps me stand up and leads me out the back of the club to a waiting cab. Surprisingly he gets into the cab with me. When we get to my flat he walks me inside and helps me change into my sweats and a T-shirt, much to my protests, I really don't want him touching me.