Boundless •L.S•

Cravings|21

It's not that London never has any sun and good weather at all, but today seems to be one of the days that the sky is covered by heavy grey clouds that casts a shadow down the city.

It looks like it's about to rain, but that doesn't seem to stop Lea and Louis from sitting at their usual place.

It's the rooftop of a storey building, that being the same building Lea used to live at before she was the famous woman that she is now.

The green eyed woman looked straight ahead at the city before the familiar footsteps of her mate snap her out of her own trace.

She looks up at Louis only to narrow her eyes and snort, "Seriously?"

"Yes." Is all Louis says with a sarcastic eye roll, making his friend chuckle.

"Non alcoholic beers, Lou?" She laughs.

"Well, you shouldn't drink, and I definitely shouldn't either. "

"You shouldn't?"

"It would be a nice change to not get any alcohol in me so early, innit?"

"Sure." She says, taking a sip of her drink, "This is weird."

"I should have gotten you grape juice."

"God no." They both laugh at the face that Lea makes.

"So why are you basically lying to everyone with Haz?"

"Lea."

And okay, maybe Lea knows Louis and Harry well enough to catch on with their act.

"I'm not scolding you or anything just -" she sighs, "Be careful."

That's all it takes for Louis to start spilling every single detail to his mate, telling her everything from top to bottom.

He's only human, after all. How long could he possibly keep things to himself?

• • • • •

Mistake, big mistake.

HUGE,

Everything has been a huge mistake, Louis takes everything that is nearly nice about Harry fucking Styles.

Mistake.

Louis doesn't think he has been more annoyed at a person before, it shouldn't be possible.

Harry has been managing to be a right pain in the arse for a whole week.

Louis has no idea why he has been forced to see the man's face every other day so much, but he has, and let's just say that it's not been all that pleasant for him.

At all.

For some reason, Louis can't bother himself to ponder too much about Harry has been on edge, and even though they are supposed to be 'dating,' Harry hasn't failed to curse him out at every chance he gets.

So whatever all of this is for, it is not worth Louis time, as he likes to think about it at least.

It's been two days since Louis has been trying to avoid getting drunk or high, and with every passing minute, it seems to be getting more difficult for Louis to the point where the lad is almost shaking not being able to stay put for more than a minute.

Currently, Louis is pacing around the living room while Niall and Liam are giving him worried looks.

"Lou, are you okay?" Liam finally asks.

Louis just gives him a tight-lipped smile, "Just perfect." And with that the lad leaves slamming the door of his bedroom.

Even Louis room says a lot about how he has been feeling the past two days of him getting his 'cravings '.

The moment he gets in his room, he calls Harry.

It rang for a while, and just when he was about to hang up in pure frustration, Harry pucks up.

Good, that's all he needed to start rambling.

"I have been keeping my side of the deal, and you haven't done shit, honestly styles if you were so desperate to find help from anyone no need to fucking lie now, is it?" The lad says in one breathe his hand twitching, knowing that the drugs he has hid are in the kitchen.

"Louis, where are you?" Harry's voice is so calm that Louis doesn't know if it makes him more annoyed or helps him calm down too.

"My room."

"Are you craving -"

"Yes."

"Okay, breathe for me, and once you feel calm enough, I want you to do something for me."

"I am very calm if you must know."

"Louis."

Louis breathes.

"Now what?"

"Do you think you can wait for me to get there without giving in?"

Louis pauses for a little while before breathing, "No, I don't think so..."

"Alright then, lock the door for me and slide the key out from the under the door."

Louis glares at the door, contemplating just lying to Harry and hanging up to go, and finally get 'proper help'.

"Do what I said, Louis."

Louis finally does as Harry said and then backs away from the door, gripping his phone tighter. "Hurry, please." He says in a low voice, but he knows that Harry hears him.

In the dimly lit room, Louis sat hunched over on his bed, his trembling hands clutching his phone.

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as his heart raced, consumed by an insatiable craving.

The shadows danced around him, mocking his weakness, their ominous presence growing stronger with each passing second.

He felt as if he is at the mercy of a cruel mistress, a temptress that promises him temporary relief.

His emotions are no longer his own; they had become slaves to the drugs that coursed through his veins.

His sharp craving lingering like a persistent fog, suffocating his every thought. Anger, once a rare visitor, now simmered beneath the surface, ready to erupt at the slightest provocation.

Louis knew he had to break free, to escape the clutches of this all-consuming temptation. But the allure was too strong, the cravings too sharp.

He had tried to quit before, only to be dragged back into the abyss by the invisible chains of his addiction, why would he be stupid enough to think he was brave enough to survive this time around.

Hope to get the best of him.

"Louis, I will be there in a few minutes, be good for me, darling, yeah?" Harry's words seemingly give him a flicker of determination burned deep within his mind, a glimmer of hope that refused to be extinguished whatsoever.

Harry hanging up makes him feel impossibly alone, left in the scary fog of temptation, and want.

The feeling of euphoria when he gets to consume his escape buried in his memories now seems more tempting than ever.

But the distant memory of 6 is obviously not nearly enough.

"Louis?" Charlie. "Why is a key here," A failed try of opening the door from the other side of the door matches a fire of emotions in Louis.

This is perfect.