Dependency // L.S. (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 23

Louis' P.O.V.

When Harry got back I asked him about what his problem had been and he shrugged it off and said he didn't know. I let it go, for now.

I rock back and forth impatiently on my heels, standing in line at Dunkin Donuts with Harry gently resting his hand against the small of my back. It was only three days after Harry had acted weird. I turn around and smile at Harry.

"What do you want babe?" I ask him while moving up in the line.

He shrugs, "I'll have whatever you're having."

I frown a little. Why was he being so unresponsive?

"Can I help you?" I hear the employee ask me, and I nod with a small smile.

"Yeah, I'll take two chocolate donuts and two caramel iced coffees."

Harry tugs gently on my hand and I playfully nudge him while adding, "And a blueberry scone please?"

Harry kisses the top of my head, "Go sit down and I'll bring the food when it's ready."

I nod and smile, walking over to a table near the window. I wasn't too worried about Harry. He got like that sometimes, maybe it was because of what I told him James had said to me the other day. I hadn't told him about it until last night because I was afraid of what he would do. I didn't want to see him hurt again.

Harry soon comes over with our food while looking around at the pink and orange decor of the shop.

"I've never understood their color choices for this place," Harry says with a shake of his head.

I just shrug, "I kind of like it."

"I just don't really like orange," Harry replies. He takes a big bite from his blueberry scone and I giggle.

"You've already got crumbs on your face!" I exclaim.

He chuckles and grabs a napkin from the table, wiping his face. "Shutup," Harry jokes quietly.

I hit his arm gently and stick out my tongue. "Don't be a jerk!"

He chuckles again and pulls my face in for a quick kiss.

When we're done with breakfast, Harry drops me off at Niall's house and I peck his lips quickly and climb out of the car. "I love you," I call as I walk away and I look back to see him waving.

"I love you too!" Harry calls back and then pulls out of the driveway.

Over the past few days, Niall and I had actually became pretty good friends, and Liam had also told Harry about being with Niall. Harry had taken it very good, as I assumed he would.

I knock on the door, and wait patiently for Niall to open the door. After about 10 minutes of waiting and knocking I try the doorknob and it was surprisingly unlocked. I walk cautiously into the house, walking through the hallway to the living room. As I get closer to the living room I hear a moan and I jump. Someone was in here hurting Niall!

I rush into the living room, worried for Niall's safety and gasp.

"Ack! Niall!" I shout out and run back out of the room, into the kitchen. I start rubbing my eyes furiously.

"Shit Louis! I didn't know the time! Shit shit." I hear Niall and Liam stumbling around in the other room.

"Where's your bleach, I need it to burn out my eyes!" I call back, trying to forget the image of a sweaty, moaning Liam leaning over Niall.

Niall and Liam both walk into the kitchen sheepishly, Liam wearing only pajama pants and no shirt.

I pick up the roll of paper towels and chuck it at Liam's head.

"You knew I was coming over you assholes!" I shout at Niall, trying not to laugh.

"Shit I know Lou, I just lost track of time, Liam and I thought-"

"Oh shush. You guys are gross." I chuckle, turning away from them and rummaging through Niall's fridge.

"Need I remind you of last week when I walked in on Harry with his tongue halfway insi-"

"Liam!" I yelp, hitting his shoulder.

Niall starts laughing his ass off at this and I roll my eyes. "You wish you could have this bum," I say jokingly, while shaking my butt.

Niall starts laughing harder and Liam shakes his head.

"Alright, well I'm out of here. You two can do whatever it is you do," Liam says with a laugh, and then turns to Niall, "And I'll be back for you later." He winks and walks out of the house while I make gagging noises.

"You still want to go see a movie and get lunch after?" Niall asks, "Or can you even have an appetite after seeing that?"

I punch him gently and grab my light jacket off the kitchen chair, "Yeah, yeah. C'mon. The movie starts in like 35 minutes."

Harry's P.O.V

As soon as I drop Louis off, I'm heading to Zayn's shitty apartment. Of course I felt like shit about it, but Louis didn't need to know. What he doesn't know won't hurt him.

I pull into Zayn's parking lot and get out of the car, walking up to his apartment complex. Apartment 22B was right down the hallway, and I knock loudly.

The door opens, showing the face of none other than Molly. I resist the urge to roll my eyes at her skimpy outfit. All she was wearing was a pair of lace panties and a baggy crop top.

"If you're here for Zayn, he's not here," Molly says slowly, while looking me up and down.

"I told him I was coming, where the fuck did he go?" I ask in annoyance.

She just shrugs. "You can come in and wait for him if you want," She says while snapping her gum. Why was she always chewing gum?

I sigh. I hadn't planned on spending my morning with this bimbo in a shithole apartment. I walk in without saying a word, and sit on the couch. Looking around, Zayn's apartment was full of shit you'd expect from a guy like him. Posters of naked girls, playboys laying on the coffee table like they were regular reading material, and a blonde bitch leaning over the kitchen counter, trying to pretend she didn't know she was showing her ass to me.

"How long is he going to be?" I ask, waiting for her answer.

She just shrugs again and I want to hit her, but I don't hit women. She walks slowly over to me, seeming like she was trying to do it seductively.

"I know how we could pass the time," She whispers into my ear, reaching out and running her fingers over my chest.

I grab her wrist quickly and toss it away, "Don't touch me." I say in a rough voice.

"Oh but honey, being in an asshole all the time can't be that fun. You have to change it up sometime," She whispers again.

I grit my teeth. What a fucking slut. I stand up, straightening my clothes and walking towards the apartment door.

"Tell Zayn to call me when he gets back so I can get my fucking cocaine," I growl and then I'm leaving, slamming the apartment door behind me.