Smoke || larry

11

The last two weeks Harry's been with either Louis or Liam. He never goes home after school and he always goes home late if he even goes home. If his parents have noticed they haven't said anything.

He does work in school, but he chooses to get high instead of actually doing homework. His grades aren't bad - 70's and 80's - but they were high 90's last year so it's a huge change. Niall has also tried talking to him again. Liam told him to ignore him because what he did was beyond mean and so Harry has been following Liam's advice.

He's now in Louis' room, smoke circling around them. His eyes sting and his lungs are tight from all the smoke, but he's smiling. He's lying on Louis' bed, his stomach facing the ceiling and his head falling over the side. Louis is in front of him, puffing at the joint and leaning in to kiss Harry after, the smoke entering his mouth too. He can't help but giggle at the awkward angle.

"Lou, I think I need air," Harry coughs out. Louis is on his feet in a second and he pulls his widow open. Harry gets up too and sticks his head out the window, the fresh air filling his lungs. Louis is gently rubbing his back, watching the boy carefully and prepared to grab his inhaler if needed.

"Okay. I'm good now," Harry tells him. Louis nods and backs away while Harry shuts the window and does the same. His stomach growls loudly and Louis laughs and goes into his school bag to throw him some Cheetos.

"How'd you know I love Cheetos?" Harry asks with a dopey grin, greedily ripping open the bag.

"You told me two nights ago when we were drinking. It's like the only thing I can remember about that night," Louis chuckles. He pulls out his own bag of barbecue chips and then sits down next to Harry. Harry just moves and places his head in Louis' lap.

"You're going to choke if you eat like that," Louis tells him. Harry shrugs and pops a Cheeto in his mouth happily. They eat and talk in their own happy bubble and Harry feels happy. The way Louis gently touches him and the way his eyes sparkle make him happy.

"Zayn wants to know if you're hungry," Matt says. Harry jumps at the sound of his voice and looks over to see him leaning against the door, his expression hard.

"Zayn's here?" Harry asks excitedly. Matt just nods and Harry jumps up and rushes out of the room. He's practically flying down the stairs and then he's jumping on Zayns back in the kitchen.

"Zaynie!"

"Berry! You smell, buddy," he laughs as Harry climbs off of him, his Cheetos still in his hands. He hasn't seen Zayn for a week so he's missed him. He's come to realize Zayn is perma-high.

"Probably. Are you cooking something?" Harry asks and Zayn laughs at his overly excited expression. Zayn is also high himself - on what? Harry doesn't know.

"I hope he is," Louis says as he walks in. He wraps his arms around Harry's waist and kisses his neck. They become very touchy while intoxicated - not that they aren't touchy while sober. They are, just not as much.

"Can you two stop touching each other?" Matt grumbles as he walks in too. He's in a bad mood every time Harry comes over and Harry just can't find it in himself to care.

"I like touching him," Louis pouts, pulling Harry closer and rocking them. Matt just rolls his eyes in annoyance and Harry constantly wonders how Louis can be so oblivious.

"I want chicken nuggets. Can you make those, Z?" Louis asks and the boy just nods and goes to the freezer.

Louis moves so he's sitting on a chair and Harry is sitting in his lap. Louis connects their lips hungrily and Harry drops his Cheetos so he can wrap his arms around Louis' neck and kiss him back just as feverorishly. Louis nips at Harry's bottom lip and he opens his mouth so Louis' tongue can slip in. He tastes of smoke and barbecue chips and it's so gross, but Harry doesn't care because it's Louis and Harry himself probably doesn't taste better.

"Stop! Fucking stop," Matt shouts. Harry pulls away and looks at him with innocent eyes and red, kiss swollen lips. Louis just rolls his eyes and holds Harry close.

"Go to your room if we're bothering you. I want to kiss him and so I will," Louis states firmly. Harry hates confrontation and moves to hide his face in Louis' neck.

"I live here and I don't want to see you kissing your little slut in the kitchen. Take it to your room or he can go," Matt says coldly. Harry just buries himself further into Louis' neck when he gets called a slut and Louis clenches his fists.

"In case you forgot, Matthew, this is my house. I can kick you out whenever I want so you might want to start treating Harry with some respect," Louis tells him evenly. Harry places his hand over Louis' fist and opens his hand, intertwining their fingers.

"Seriously? I have to treat your temporary play toy with respect? He's going to be gone in a month anyways," Matt says with a snort and Harry stiffens in Louis' arms.

"Just because I got bored of you quickly doesn't mean I'm like that with everyone. You were just an easy fuck, Matt, and he's a lot more," Louis tells him and Harry squeezes his eyes shut tighter. Louis had sex with Matt - probably a lot - and that's why Matt hates him.

"He's nothing more then a way for you to escape your shitty life. He's just the same as everyone else, no matter how much you tell yourself differently," Matt says and then he leaves the room. It's quiet and no one dares break it. They can hear the oven beep and still no one moves.

"Um... How many nuggets?" Zayn breaks the silence. Harry just shakes his head and stands to his feet.

"I'm okay. I'm actually going to go home," Harry tells him quietly. His high feels all but gone and he for once wants to just curl up in his own bed.

"What? No. Stay," Louis says, reaching for him. Harry shakes his head and backs away. Louis looks hurts and he stands up too, going to walk Harry to his car. Harry lets him and he slips on his shoes and coat and then he's walking into the cold October night. The sky is cloudy and the trees are all red and orange.

"You don't have to go," Louis whispers. Harry turns to face him and Louis is looking at him with a pleading expression.

"I should go home for once, Lou," Harry tells him with a shrug. He slips his hands into his pocket and just looks at the blue eyed boy because he doesn't actually want to leave just yet.

"Okay. What he said was wrong though. You're not just some quick fuck for me - obviously considering we haven't fucked yet," Louis tells him and Harry nods letting him know he knows.

"And I did fuck him. Before I met you I did. It didn't mean anything to me though," Louis tells him. Harry watches as his lips move slowly and he thinks about Matt. Obviously it meant a lot to him and Harry doesn't want to be Matt in the future.

"Do I mean something to you?" and Louis is nodding so fast Harry is worried his neck will snap.

"You do. If it didn't I'd have just gotten in your pants and then left. I don't want that with you," Louis tells him.

"What do you want?"

"I like what we have now. Friends that kiss and cuddle. One day I'm hoping we'll make it more, but I like to take it slow. Make sure that if we do become something more it'll last," Louis explains. Harry nods and Louis steps closer and steps on Harry's shoes so he can be closer to his height. They just stay like that until Harry can't take it and he kisses the smaller boy.

"I'll see you tomorrow right?" Louis asks when he pulls away and Harry shakes his head.

"I'm going to Liams," Harry tells him.

"Hmm... Okay, well are you willing to come to a concert with me Thursday? You don't have school Friday right?" Louis questions.

"Right. Can I crash here if I go?" Harry asks and Louis nods his head and rolls his eyes because Harry always stays the night whenever he wants. Louis kisses him again and then pulls away.

"I'll talk to you later."

Harry waves and gets in his car, pulling out of the driveway. He gets home and enters his house. It's cold and dark when he enters and he silently takes off his shoes. He looks around and he sees family pictures strewn all over the floor. He looks at them and sees they all have Gemma in them and he knows his mom probably did this. He just looks away and walks into his room.

He doesn't want to deal with that. He's finally starting to get better and his mom will not ruin that for him.