sex journal [nourry au] [no updates]

love laced drugs

LOUIS
// he lives next door and you don't get off? //

Today is the day I go to Niall's house. And what's so fantastic about Niall's house is that sex god Styles lives right next door. Oh sorry, did I fail to mention that before? Well he does, and I swear I hate him for not taking advantage of the circumstances. I sit with him in his bedroom as he plays video games on his XBox. Meanwhile, I'm occupying myself with waiting for Harry to show up in his window, which is always open.

"Lou?"

"Yes?"

"I have an extremely important question for you and you need to listen closely."

"Yes?" I reply, anticipating his question,

"Do you have a professional stalking license--"

"Oh shut up!" I shout, hitting him with the back of my hand.

"I'm being kind of serious!"

I see the light turn on in his room and turn to window, watching as he takes his shirt off. I blush, seeing him take out a bag. I know almost immediately what it is.

"You're in love with a druggie," Niall snickers, but I ignore him and watch as when he inhales the drug, it comes out in smoke circles.

"That's cool," I whisper.

"No it's not Louis."

"Niall I'm not gonna do drugs god. I mean, the way he makes it come out of his mouth."

"Oh," Niall shrugs, going back to his game, "They say people with like perfect lips can do that."

I smirk, already knowing Harry is one to have those perfect lips. The smoke continues to emit from his mouth as his other hand rests across his stomach. He lays on his bed, facing the ceiling. He seems to be lost in his own thoughts.

I wonder what he's thinking about.

All of me wants to be there with him, curled up into his side thinking along with him. It would be nice to know his train of thought; his fears, his dreams. I know I say it a lot, but I think I want that more than sex.

"Niall," I sigh, "can you um..."

"Huh?"

"Is there somewhere private where I can write...?"

"Oh--oh! Yeah, sure I'll go make us some sandwiches or something."

He leaves and I pull the journal out of my bag, flipping to the third page, more confident than last time.