Insanity // Larry Stylinson Serial Killer AU

Blew

A/N gah this is basically just a big glob of writer's block, a lot happened this week and i have had ideas on what to write but for some reason just couldn't write. i'm so sorry i didn't update last week

read on and enjoyyyy

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"Why isn't he up yet?" Louis sighs as they walk into the room, looking to a still unconscious Brook on top of the table.

"He'll be up soon, Lou." Harry offers with a smile, turning on all the lights in the room.

"You want to light up while we wait?" Louis asks Harry as he walks to the plastic drawer that holds not only the tools they use, but his joints. He sets the drill on top and opens up the drawer. He sighs when he sees nothing is already rolled, so he grabs the bag containing a gram of weed (good enough for two good sized joints) and the rolling paper.

Harry walks behind him, observing as Louis takes it all out and sets himself on the ground. "I don't think I want to smoke a spliff, you just shotgun it to me."

"Okay, baby." Louis nods a smile growing on his face at the idea of shotgunning with Harry. Passing the smoke from his mouth into Harry's. "Put on some music, Hazza." Louis mutters, smiling as he says the nickname from when they first got together.

Harry nods, walking to the small speakers against the wall. Plugging in his phone he puts on Nirvana. A happy medium, music wise, between the couple.

Louis takes out two papers, sticking them together at the angle needed. Harry watches as Louis lines the weed in the middle of one of the papers, deciding right away that if he attempted to roll a joint he would probably end up fu.cking up. Spilling the weed all over, not rolling the papers correctly.

Once Louis has the paper stuck down and the joint successfully rolled he smiles up at Harry, putting the bag back into the drawer.

"Can you grab the lighter, baby?" Louis addresses him, standing up and leaning against the table Brook is strapped down on. Harry nods with a smile, walking to the other side of the room he grabs it. Tossing it to Louis as he walks back.

Louis nods a quick thanks to him, clutching the joint between his thumb and forefinger he brings the lighter up. Flicking it on he inhales it, holding for about eight seconds before the back of his throat starts to itch. He manages to exhale right before coughing, but even if he coughed that wouldn't matter.

Right away he doesn't feel anything, but after a few more hits he starts to feel airy, light and weightless. Like nothing can have any effect on him other than Harry or the feeling of happiness. He smiles to Harry, laughing at the adoring yet questioning look Harry is giving him. Probably wondering exactly what he feels right now.

And as Louis takes another hit, and another, and another, he relaxes. He doesn't care about anything, he's not worrying about anything, and all he wants is to live with this feeling. This weightless, meaningless, relaxing, and utterly perfect feeling.

He opens his eyes to see Harry looking intently at him, closer than before. "You gonna give me any?" He pouts, reaching to grasp Louis' hand gently. He lightly rubs his thumb over Louis' knuckles.

Louis doesn't answer, he just reaches his hand up and tightly cups Harry's jaw, bringing his boyfriend's lips to his own open ones. He holds Harry's head in place as the smoke travels from his mouth to his boyfriend's, both their eyes fluttering shut.

Harry moans lightly, the mixture of Louis against his lips and the weightless feeling creeping into his body makes him smile. Molding his lips with Louis' urgently, wrapping his big arms around Louis' tinier frame he pulls him in tight.