Heroin {harry styles}

8

a/n
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Is he kidding?

I tug the dress up and my butt is completely exposed. I tug it back down and there's way too much cleavage.

Harry is going to be the death of me. I can't believe he's making me wear this. The rest of the clothes we bought are still in his car and the few pieces in my room from the last two days are all dirty.

Finally, after lots of tricky pulling, I manage to cover what needs to be covered with the black dress that doesn't even deserve to be called a dress. I already blow-dried my hair to look decent, and there's no makeup here yet so all that's left to do is put on the excessively high platform stilettos Harry left in the bag.

Looking myself up and down in the mirror, I can't believe I have to go in public like this. Where are we even going, anyway?

I never thought I'd say this, but I almost hope it's a strip club so I don't look too out of place.

With one last once-over of my look, I walk as slow as possible to get back to Harry. Not that I could walk any faster, these shoes are crazy high and I'm stumbling all over.

"Layla I hear you walking, hurry the fuck up before I pick you up and carry you out of this house," I hear the heavy accent shout from downstairs.

Of course he's mad right now. He's always mad.

I try my best to walk faster, but it takes me a minute to get the hang of the stairs.

When Harry finally comes into view, I can tell he's definitely pissed.

"I gave you an hour to change clothes and you still manage to be late," he shoots me a death glare.

"I can't help it! These shoes are hard to walk in!" I argue, but he isn't having it.

"Let's go, we're already running late. Get in the fucking car."

He waits for me to walk ahead of him and it's awkward because I really can't walk in these heels.

Once we both manage to get settled in the car, Harry speeds off onto the street.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"A friend's house," he says shortly and I can tell he doesn't want to talk so I keep my mouth shut the rest of the way.

After a fairly short car ride, we arrive at this so called "friend's" house. I honestly can't believe someone like Harry even has friends. He's so mean.

The house is similar to Harry's, but not quite as big. It takes me a minute to stumble up to the door with some odd glances from Harry.

"You try walking in these heels," I seethe once I catch up to him and wait for the door to be answered.

"Not my style, I'm more of a boots kind of guy," he smirks.

I cannot stand him.

Right as I'm rolling my eyes, the door is opened by an unfamiliar man. His eyes run down my body in the skimpy dress before he turns around to shout, "Lads, Harry's here with his whore!"

I take it back. I can definitely see why Harry would be friends with him. He's got scruffy hair, tattoos covering almost all of his exposed skin, and he's dressed similar to Harry, only with a white shirt.

"It's Layla, actually," I smile tightly.

"Whore's got an attitude too," he chuckles and calls over his shoulder again before walking inside and leaving Harry and me in the open doorway.

I see Harry tense up next to me. His jaw clenches and his hands transform into fists.

"Now is not the time. Behave your fucking self," he warns in a low voice. The same voice he used at the mall today. I'm definitely going to be in trouble later.

I nod in response, not wanting to say the wrong thing and upset him more.

Without another word, he walks inside and I follow, getting used to the shoes finally. I don't understand why I need to dress like this just to be at someone's house.

When we reach the living room, there are three men, including the disgusting one who answered the door, sitting on the couch with beers in their hands and boxes of cigarettes on the coffee table in front of them.

One of the men is familiar. The blonde one, Niall, from the other house.

He's the first to speak. "I believe we've already met, welcome to my house," he smirks and I simply nod in response. He wasn't too bad before.

"Louis," the next one speaks. He's the rude one who answered the door. "That's Liam," he nods to the man next to him. Liam doesn't say anything or even really look at me, unlike the other two who made their staring extremely obvious.

I feel so awkward standing in front of the four of them, including Harry. Eventually Harry grabs ahold of my wrist and drags me to sit down on next to him on our own couch.

He settles in with a beer and lights up a cigarette of his own before talking with his friends.

Apparently they all work together too, considering they're talking about what I'm assuming is the gang Harry said he's in. I zone out of their business talk and focus on trying not to breathe in the smoke Harry keeps puffing, but it's almost inevitable.

I always thought cigarettes were disgusting, but the way Harry's pink lips wrap around them and slowly exhale the smoke is sort of mesmerizing. He seems to notice me staring and looks at me, like he's expecting me to say something.

I wonder if he's feeling what I felt right now. When he put the heroin in my body and I got high.

"Do you get high from that?" I ask quietly, so the other boys can't hear.

"Not high, just better," he responds calmly.

I feel terrible right now. I've felt extra terrible for the past two days. I want to feel better.

"Can I try one?"

"No," he chuckles a little but doesn't smile and turns back to his conversation.

The boys are talking about some big shipment that's coming in the next few days. I don't know what that means, but it seems important. I'm almost surprised I'm allowed to be here for the conversation.

I get bored of listening and zone out once again. It feels like we've been here for hours.

Some time later, a girl walks out a doorway carrying a tray with more beers.

"Thanks babe," Liam says when she sets it down on the coffee table. She smiles warmly at him and sits down on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck as he holds her by the waist.

Suddenly her gaze shifts to me and her eyes widen.

"Who's she?" The girl asks.

"Harry's whore with an attitude," Louis smirks and Harry glares at me.

The girl just nods and seems to zone out of the conversation about the shipment, just like me, until she speaks up again a few minutes later.

"I need to use the restroom," she says to Liam, who releases his hold on her. "Can she come too?" She asks Liam, looking towards me.

I notice Harry nod reluctantly out of the corner of my eye.

"Great, let's go," she walks up to me and practically pulls me out of the room, leading me down a hallway and up some stairs to a room that obviously isn't a bathroom. It's more like an office, but also a bit like a living room.

She sits down in a chair and pats the one next to her, inviting me to sit too.

She smiles and holds out her hand for me to shake, "I'm Mia. We haven't got much time, tell me everything."