Dependency // L.S. (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 25

Louis' P.O.V

I lay there in bed with James, clutching my hair in my fists. What had I just done? How could I do this to Harry, even if he was doing cocaine? Having sex with someone else wasn't going to help him get off the drug!

"How was that pretty boy?" James says, smirking. 

I clench my teeth, but sigh. It was good. "I'll give you some credit, you're pretty good in bed, but that meant nothing to me." 

"And it meant something to me?" James says with a snort, pushing me gently off his chest, and I sit up.

"I don't know, you're the one that was whispering in my ear about how long you've wanted to fuck my nice ass," I retort.

"And you're the one who moaned my name when I said it." James answers calmly. Okay, he was right. We were both in the wrong.

"I can't believe I did this to Harry," I whine out, trying not to cry again.

"If you start crying again I swear to god.." James trails off, standing up and pulling on his boxers and ruffling his hair. {Picture of James finally at the top!} 

I stand up and bite my lip, unsure of what to do. This was awkward now, standing in front of someone I hate but had just fucked. "Do you have tissue or something, so I can wipe your cum off of my chest," I say with a tiny snort. 

He looks at me and rolls his eyes, picking up a roll of paper towels off his desk and tossing them to me. "I hope you know I still hate you," I mutter under my breath while I clean myself off.

"And I you," He says with that annoyingly charming smile. 

I pull up my boxers and throw on my tshirt, grabbing my jeans from his floor.

Harry's P.O.V

The doctor thought I was fine, and couldn't understand why I couldn't "get it up" until I refused to take his drug test. And then I think he knew, what was going on. He lectured me about it, saying I was young and didn't need to throw my life away, but I didn't listen. In the end I left, when he decided to be no help. I was just going to lie and tell Louis that the doctor said I was fine and that it can happen sometimes.

I open the door to our apartment, and I'm surprised to see the house a mess and Louis no where to be found downstairs. "Lou?" I call out, and head upstairs, looking for him. I peek my head in our room and he's not in there either. What the hell? Had someone broken in? Oh god what if he was kidnapped? I run to James' room, the closest to ours and fling open the door, expecting him not to be their either. 

What the fuck? Louis. James. In their underwear? Sweaty, hair messed up. 

"What the fuck Louis!" I scream at him, tears already streaming down my face. 

"Fuck," He whispers quietly and looks away from me. 

"I leave to go to the doctor and I come back and you're fucking James! I thought you hated him Louis! What the fuck happened? How long has this been going on?" I shout out.

"Harry I, he, I do hate him!"

"Oh yeah, you hate him so much, don't you? So much that you let him bend you over?" 

"Harry no, please!" Louis sobs out.

"You're a fucking slut!" I cry out, tears streaming quickly, my sobbing uncontrollable.

"Harry it's not his fault honestly, I fucking hate him, but he came in here crying about you and I-"

"He came in here crying so you FUCKED HIM?" I shout, pushing him backwards against the wall.

"Harry please!" Louis cries out again.

"He was crying because he found out you're doing fucking cocaine you prick!" James shouts in my face and I drop him away from the wall and back up, my temper fading quickly. 

I look over at Louis, biting my lip and tugging chunks of my hair. "What are you talking about?" I say slowly.

"You're cocaine problem Harry, you never got rid of it, did you?" Louis says quietly.

"Of course I did," I reply and then look away. I shake my head slowly, and reach into my pocket, pulling out the small baggie of what I had left. "I didn't," I answer softly. 

Louis lets out a small gasp and then starts crying even harder.

"That shits not good Harry, at all." James says, shaking his head. Even he had some sympathy.

"You don't think I fucking know that? I can't control my temper, I can't get an erection so I can properly pleasure my boyfriend, I'm shit!" I shout back, crumpling to a heap on his floor.

"You're the second one to do that today," James points out while he helps Harry up onto his bed. 

"Harry, don't blame yourself for my fuck up. I let him have sex with me, not you." Louis says, trying to hold me.

I push him away, "Of course it's not all my fault, but part of it is. If I would have just gotten rid of the cocaine you wouldn't have gotten so upset you couldn't think straight." 

Louis hesitates, hurt at being pushed away I assume. "I'm so fucking sorry Harry." Louis finally says after a long silence.

I sit there, crying into my hands, wiping my snotty nose on the bottom of my tshirt. What kind of fucked up couple were we? "Do you love me, Louis?"

"Of course baby, I love you so much, I was upset, I couldn't think right," Louis pours out, moving closer to me, and I let out another sob, making my chest hurt.

"I love you too Louis, so much. How could you do this to me?" 

"I don't know baby, I don't know. I didn't mean it, it meant nothing to me." Louis replies, wiping away his tears with the back of his hand. 

I continue crying, and I pull him into my arms, sobbing well he sits in my lap, cuddling against my chest. "I need help Louis, I need you."

"I know Harry, we can work around this, and we can get you help, I promise." Louis answers, crying into my chest. "I love you so much Harry Styles, I'm so sorry I fucked up." 

"I'm sorry too Louis. We need to work on this. I can't just forgive you. But I need your help. I don't want the drugs anymore baby, I don't want them." 

"We can get you help Harry." Louis answers, clinging to me, listening to the sound of my heart beat.

"When are you two going to get out of my damn room?" James asks, flinging open his bedroom door. 

I pick Louis up in my arms and carry him into my bedroom, setting him gently down in our bed. Then I turn around and walk back into James room, punching him flat in the face. 

"Don't ever fucking touch him again," I say, walking out and slamming our bedroom door behind me.

A/N:

I always feel like my updates are shit and they make no sense and my writing is shit but whatever I guess, you guys seem to like this story so I'm going to keep going. Now my question is, who wants a happy ending, and who wants a sad one? I'm still not sure of when this book will end or how it will end and I'd like opinions! Also, anyone who would like to, I would love a new cover for this story! It can have Harry and Louis, or cocaine, or whatever, as long as it fits the story! A new cover would be greatly appreciated! :) Thank you so much, and keep reading! Lets try something new, 10 comments and 5 votes for me to post the next update? :)