Dependency // L.S. (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 2

   I stood on tiptoe, looking at the shelves that were too high for me to see. God damn it, why did they have to put the brownies on the top shelf?
   "Louis Tomlinson, please pick up your prescription at the pick up station," I heard come over the speakers in Rite Aid. I sighed. If I could just reach the damn brownies, I could go get the medicine the doctor prescribed for my flu, and go the hell home. I reach up and rub my temples. I stretch one last time to try and get them from the shelf, and still can't.
     "Fuck!" I shout out.
     "Need some help there mate?" I hear from behind me. I turn around and jump a little at how close the boy was. It was the same boy from the other day, the tall one. I rub the back of my neck sheepishly, embarrassed at being caught getting so frustrated over brownies.
     "Yeah, that'd be great thanks," I mutter. He reaches up and easily grabs them from the shelf.
     "These ones, right? No need to get mad over it, I'm here now," He says, giving me a small smile, and handing me the brownies.
      Does he flirt with every guy he meets?
      "Thanks. I don't think I caught your name?" I say, making it sound more like a question than a statement.
      "Oh, I'm Harry. Harry Styles." He says, holding out his hand for me to shake. I take it tentatively, shaking it back.
      "I'm Louis," I reply, dropping his hand, even though he had seemed to be trying to hold on longer.
      "You're the boy that was staring at me in the bed and breakfast." He says with a chuckle.
      I blush slightly. Shit. "Well you were the one flirting with Niall just so he'd pay for your meal," I shoot back, giving him a smug look.
      "You got me there. In my defense, he really was kind of cute, just not my type. I like someone who can argue with me and have fun hanging out, not someone that's so shy," He answers, shoving his hands in his pockets. I notice that they barely fit, because his hands were so big, and his jeans were so tight. Honestly where does he put his dick? What the fuck. Why am I thinking about his dick?
       "Well, on that note, I need to go get my medicine. Thanks for getting the brownies down," I say and turn and start to walk away.
       "Wait!" He says, coming after me, "Could I have your number, maybe?"
      I roll my eyes a little, "What so I can buy those for you?" I say, pointing to the bag of cheetos. "Besides, I'm not the guy you want me to be."
      He shrugs, "We can be friends, you seem like a cool guy." He looks at me and chuckles, "And no, I can pay for the cheetos myself."
      I blow out a breath, and hold out my hand for his cellphone. I guess we could be friends. Actually, I doubt he'll even remember who I am in a few days, so no harm in giving him my number. I tap my fingers across the keys, and tap save. I hand him back the phone, and then run a hand through my fringe, shaking it out.
      "I really need to go get my pills. Bye." I say, and hurry off before he can say something else and stop me again.

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      Pulling into the driveway, I turn down the radio so it's not blasting music next time I get in, and climb out. Walking into the house, I instantly kick off my shoes, setting the keys on the counter. I'm instantly greeted by my cat, Oreo. I can't help but snort at his name. I couldn't believe I had named my cat Oreo, that's such a stupid and common name. I reach down and pat his head, and then stand up and stretch out my back.
     The kitchen was spotless when I walked in, which was a first. My mom and I always had dishes upon dishes stacked in the sink. Neither of us liked doing them. I pour myself a glass of water, and pull out the drugs Rite Aid gave me. I take two, like it says, and then dump the rest of the water down the drain. Tap water is the worst, I swear. It makes me cringe internally everytime I drink it.
      Basically, I just want to crawl up my stairs to my room. My head is still pounding, and my nose is so stuffed up that I have to hang my mouth open like an idiot to breathe. I go up the stairs to my room, without interruption. My mom must not be home right now. Probably out with one of her friends.
     As soon as I'm upstairs, I strip down to just my boxers, because I swear I'm on fire. I grab the TV remote and my xbox controller, and put on Netflix, continuing to watch an episode of American Horror Story that I hadn't finished. Laying back on my bed, I watch the TV, while trying not to fall asleep. This was a good episode and I was determined to finish it.
     I see my phone light up with a green dot, and grab it from the stand beside my bed, unlocking it and checking my notifications. A text from an unknown number?
     Hey, I decided that sinceI'm having a party tomorrow night, that I should invite you. Ya know, since we're going to be friends now. H xx.
     Ohh. It was that Harry guy from earlier. A party, while I feel like this? I don't think so. I text him back, As great as that offer sounds, I'mgoing to have to pass. I'm currently in bed, hot as hell with only boxers on, and it's only 60 in this house. If you haven't figured it out, I have the flu. So thanks, but no thanks.
Only minutes later, I get another text back.
     Only boxers huh? Sounds nice. Sorry you can't make it.
     Really? He's flirting again? I roll my eyes. I thought you said you were capable of being just friends with me?
    Oh right, sorry. I'll be good from now on. See you later Louis. H xx.
     I find myself smiling at the text, and then quickly shake my head, setting the phone down, and curling up in a ball and falling asleep, shivering.