Heroin {harry styles}

11

"You look terrible," Harry looks at me strangely when I walk downstairs. Of course I look terrible. I haven't slept in practically two days.

I ignore his comments as usual and get out his cereal, deciding to be petty because of what he said and not pour it like I did before.

The kitchen is already cleaned and I doubt he's going to make me stay and eat breakfast with him, so without another word I drag myself to the living room and lay down on a couch.

This is the comfiest couch ever. Why haven't I noticed that yet?

I bury my face in a throw pillow and within a few minutes, my eyes are closed and I'm finally dozing off after my sleepless night.

"Wake up, Niall's coming over!" Harry's gravelly voice shouts in my ear and startles me so much that I jump and end up completely falling off of the couch in the process.

For the first time since I've met him, Harry laughs.

And I mean really laughs.

Normally I'd be mad at him for waking me up, especially at a time like this, but I'm just grateful he's not angry at me for once.

I stare blankly at Harry and he quickly stops laughing to change his expression to his signature arrogant smirk. But the look in his eyes tells me he's still trying hard not to laugh.

"You don't have chores today, my house is clean. But like I said, Niall's coming over soon."

Of course he's already back to being serious Harry. I thought that finally he'd loosen up a little and not be so horrible.

Guess I was wrong.

I don't think there's a single good thing about this man. Other than maybe his hair.

Stop, my brain tells me. His hair is just as ugly as his personality.

"Why's Niall coming?" I ask. Is he getting me a babysitter or something from now on? I know I really pissed him off the other day, but does he really not trust me to be here alone?

But as usual, Harry ignores my question and walks straight out the front door to do god knows what at his work. What do gangs even do?

I don't have much time to think about this, because Niall bursts through the front door. He must have a key, because Harry always locks the door shut when he leaves.

"Your interior designer is here," he says surprisingly sassily for a guy covered in tattoos, wearing a leather jacket and black skinny jeans.

"Great," I mumble from my spot on the floor. I completely forgot Harry said Niall was going to help me decorate my room. I just want to sleep and my head is starting to hurt.

"Come on, where's your room?" The Irish accent asks. He's too loud.

I hate that it's called "my room". This isn't my home and that surely isn't my bedroom. But I don't know what else I'm supposed to call it.

I point upstairs, closing my eyes to try and take a nap in my newfound spot on the floor. This carpet is almost as comfortable as the couch.

Much to my surprise, Niall picks me up, throws me over his shoulder, and runs upstairs.

"Put me down!" I shout, trying to hit his back. Of course it doesn't even faze him.

"If I put you down, you have to show me where your room is. Harry made me come here to help you decorate, so that's what we're going to do."

"Fine!" I shout. Not because I want to, but because I don't really have any other options.

Niall puts me down swiftly and I stumble into the wall.

I glare at him and he only smirks back. It sort of looks like Harry's smirk, but not quite as dark.

"Where's your room, babe?" He asks again.

"I'm not your babe, I'm Layla," I scowl. Harry isn't here, so he can't yell at me.

Unless Niall tells him. Shoot.

"Louis was right, you do have an attitude," he laughs. "I like it."

I don't feel like replying, so I just walk into my room wordlessly. Niall follows and looks around skeptically.

"Okay so I'm thinking light grey walls, a baby pink bedspread and curtains, and some white accents. It'll match the aesthetic of the house but also give you some girlishness," he raves.

I raise an eyebrow at him.

"What? Interior design is one of my many talents along with drug deals, thievery, and murder," he shrugs.

Although Niall scares me, I have to admit I like his ideas. Looking around the cream colored room, his plan will definitely make the place better. How does Niall know so much about this stuff?

"Okay, I like it. Are we done?" I ask. I don't know exactly how I feel about being around Niall. He seems okay at first, but both times I've met him now he hasn't known when to stop talking.

"Not yet," he answers absentmindedly and leaves the room.

I flop down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Niall's confusing. For someone who I'm assuming is in the same gang as Harry, he's awfully cheery. But also sort of terrifying.

Still, I'd be grateful for someone other than Harry to talk to if I didn't feel so horrible. The day seems like it should be almost over already but it's still only morning.

Niall returns a few moments later with some things in his hands. First he hands me two pills and a glass of water.

"Here's Tylenol. I can tell you don't feel good, but if we don't get this done today, Harry will quite literally kill me."

My eyes widen but Niall doesn't notice. I take the pills he gave me though, hoping they'll help.

Without warning, he hops on the bed next to me and gets out a laptop.

"Okay, time to order your furniture. I have some websites pulled up, just look through them and pick whatever you want."

Niall and I spend a few hours looking for different types of furniture and decorations for this room before we finally find everything.

If Niall wasn't next to me watching over my every move, I would've definitely emailed Sophie back home. I wish I could just tell her I'm alive or that I'm okay.

I miss my best friend more than anything.

"Everything's ordered, it should all be here within in a week," Niall breaks me out of my thoughts, typing in one last thing before closing the computer.

"Hey Niall," I say to get his attention and he looks at me expectantly.

"You said when we first met that you've done a lot of drugs, right?"

a/n
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