Faded~A Larry Stylinson Fanfiction

[A/N]: Dedicated to my main bitch Lexi, who gave me the inspiration for this story. We ride together, we die together, bitch. x

~Part One, Harry's POV~

I sat outside, because to me, nothing was more comforting than the sound of the crickets and the wind as accompanied by a blunt. I pulled my jacket tighter to my cold body as another gust of wind knocked my curls around my face.

The stress was too much, way too much. I had owed thousands, maybe even tens of thousands, of pounds for drugs. I could never pay it off, no matter how hard I tried. Every quid I'd ever made was spent on cocaine, heroine and marijuana.

I heard a knock on the glass door behind me. I turned around to see Louis at the door with a worried look on his face. I smiled a bit to try to bring a smile to his face, which usually worked. Not this time. Louis pulled open the door and joined me outside, sitting with his legs across mine.

"Hey, is everything okay?" I asked him. Louis just looked into my eyes with slight tears forming. He pursed his lips and brushed a few of my curls out of my eyes. His hand slid down my jawline and cupped my chin.

"Harry, they called again." Louis said, his voice cracking.

"God damn it..." I said. "Did they mention how much I owe?" Louis' body tensed up a bit, and he bit his lip. He slowly nodded, avoiding eye contact.

"They said that you owe them over five thousand pounds." Lou said.

"What‽" I yelled.

"Did I fucking studder?" Louis asked angrily, standing up from my lap. He paced around the porch, rubbing his temples and kicking the ground. "How the fuck do you plan to pay this off?" I took a puff of the weed and then through the little stub to the ground.

"Louis..." I whispered. I wrapped my arms around his waist from behind. "Let's not think about that right now." I kissed his neck and pulled him back onto my lap. He tried to push me away.

"Harry, you're high." He said.

"So? It's not like it's the first time." I said, continuously kissing Louis' neck. "C'mon, boo. You need a stress reliever, I need a stress reliever. How about we go back inside and...y'know." I gently bit his ear lobe.

Louis stood up and pulled me to my feet. As soon as I was stable, he pulled me close to him, so that I could feel his breath hitting my face. Our chests were touching, and Louis was on his toes to make eye contact with me. He pressed his lips against mine. As he pulled away, he smiled and said, "Fuck, I want you."