Beneath Your Beautiful

Chapter 19

Louis' POV:

"You're not listening to me" I say quickly to Harry who's giving me death glares as he packs away needles.

"You need help Lou!" he stammers on his words before bringing a hand to a curl that has fallen out of place.

"I don't need fucking help" I shout and sit back on the couch as he continues to search through my bag "you're not going to find anything"

"How can I fucking believe you? You had needles Lou! Needles!" 

"They aren't mine" 

"Whose are they then?" he says dropping my bag to the floor before kicking it to the side.

"Hannah's"

"There were enough needles there for like 12 people Lou!"

"Ok?"

"So they aren't just hers"

Jokes on you Harry, they aren't hers at all.

"They are though I swear Harry. I was trying to keep them from her"

"Why wouldn't you throw them away? That shit can kill you Louis!" he says sitting across from me on the couch sighing.

"I know..." I sigh and he sits next to me.

"I don't want anything to happen to you"

"Nothing is going to happen to me"

"Just go back to bed. I'm sure Cass is going to want to hear about this"

"Please don't tell her. I will"

Nope, she already thinks I quit.

"Okaay" he sighs and gives me a little hug before I step back down the hallway. I open the door and Cassie is sitting up with her hands to her sides and she looks disappointed but as soon as she meets my eyes her smile immediately comes.

"You came back?"

"I was just talking to Harr-" she steps from the bed and rushes over before wrapping her arms around me quickly. 

"I missed you" she says desperately and I lean down to place my lips harshly against hers and her smile becomes bigger.

"Come back to bed?" she says dragging me towards the bed with our hands interlaced.

Cassie's POV:

He hasn't said anything yet.

I know what he was talking to Harry about.

Now he's just sleeping right next to me like Harry didn't just find needles in his bag. I feel like I'm going to be sick. The room is spinning and I just want to be home. I don't want to be in his arms anymore.

I slide away from him a little then slip my shoes on quickly. I tie my hair back into a pony tail and look at the helpless boy laying in his bed fast asleep. 

I grab my bag quickly and then step into the hallway. I shuffle down quietly and Harry stops me.

"Can we talk really quick?" he asks pushing his hair back.

"I really have t-"

"Please two seconds" he begs and I nod a little before following him into the living room. I shuflfe in my seat a little while he sits down.

"I think you should know what Louis has been doing" he says softly and I nod again.

"Okay" my heart is racing and I think I'm going to be sick again. I can hardly here it the first time let alone a second from someone who isn't even Louis.

"I think he's doing drugs I know he said it was Hannah's but it doesn't seem right. Something doesn't add up...I don't know. You know?"

"Yeah"

"I don't think he was going to tell you"

"Yeah" I repeat and he nods.

"Is that all then?"

'Yeah" I say before standing up and choking back a few tears.

"Do you want me to drive you home?"

"Please no. Just when Louis wakes up tell him not to call me, okay?" I say softly and my voice cracks.

"But...this isn't what I wanted for him.."

"Sometimes people are toxic and to be happy you have to let them go" I say and he tries to convince me to stay and talk it out with Louis but I can't have that in my life. Not anymore. I want to be happy even if that means I can't be happy with him.

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"Where the hell have you been!?" my mom shouts as soon as I open the door. I begin softly slipping my shoes off and then my jacket. I'm too exhausted to fight with her.

"Cass!" my dad shouts from behind my mom.

"Mhhh" I hum facing them and leaning against the railing of the stairs.

"Are you hungover?" my mom says coming towards me and patting my face with her hand and pulling at my shoulder.

"No" I say pushing her arms away.

"What the hell Cass?" my dad says stepping behind my mom.

"I'm going to bed"

"Not until you start talking" my mom shouts.

"Give us your phone dammit!" my dad shouts I hand him over my phone slowly.

"Can I go now?" I ask softly.

"Okay we'll talk later" my mom says sternly and I ignore her words while I travel up the stairs. I slam my door and I don't know why but I just felt more sad. More sad than I was when I was standing in Louis' living room knowing he has an addiction. More sad than the time I failed a test I studied so hard for.

I just kept building up reasons to cry.

I didn't see the point in talking, or living, or breathing, or just being around anymore. I just wanted to sleep.

Louis' POV:

"I can't believe you told her!" I shout at Harry and Julie sits nervously next to him.

Cass would be here.

"I'm sorry"

"What did she say?" I ask again. I kept asking and he kept telling me but every single time he told me it just got worst.

"I already told you Lou!" Harry says lowly and Julie grasps his hand into hers.

"I need a cigarette" I say harshly stepping away from them.

"Louis please don't be mad" Julie says finally.

"Don't be mad?! Don't be mad!?" I shout loudly "he said he would stay away! I told him to stay away! Now I'm alone. I'm without her"

"You only hurt her anyway!" she yells and I step forward to say more but she was right.

Boy, was she right.