Smoke || larry

13

They both lie in bed unable to sleep. The effects of the drugs have worn off and their euphoric state left as quickly as it appeared.

Harry wants it back. He craves to feel that happiness again. He wants to dance and sing and kiss Louis, but he's back to normal and his normal feels depressed. He knows if he takes the tiny pill again his spirits will be lifted but he's sworn off ecstasy. The high with it was good but the memories it created are not.

Louis' fingers carefully move along his back as his head in pressed to his chest. His nose is swollen and purple which matches his eyes. His cheek his bruised on his right side and his bottom lip is cut open. He was quite the sight to see even after they cleaned the blood from him.

Harry has a large, dark bruise on his tailbone. Louis had put ice on it earlier and also some on his bruised knees. His hands are scratched from when the man shoved him forward, but he's doing okay physically.

Mentally, Harry feels terrible. It's like he's hungover without the pounding headache and the upset stomach. He just feels gross and sad. His mind won't shut off and he can't seem to shake off the sad feeling. Louis' room is dark and the only sign that he's actually there is the fact that he can feel the tiny boy next to him.

He wants to be scared of him and his mind says that he should be. Louis could've killed someone tonight and yet Harry is in bed with him and enjoying his company far too much. Despite watching Louis lose it, Harry doesn't find him scary.

"Does your head hurt?" Harry speaks, his voice cracking. Louis had a headache earlier and Harry doesn't know how long they've just lied here.

"Not right now. I wish I could sleep," Louis mumbles out. Harry sighs and nods his head. His mind just won't shut off even though his body feels asleep.

"I feel gross," Harry tells him and Louis lifts his face up. His blue eyes are still beautiful even though they're blackened and Harry knows he's too far in because even with the bruising Harry thinks Louis' the most beautiful human being.

"It's normal to feel gross. You'll crash later and then hopefully feel better," Louis tells him. Harry nods and Louis just lies his head down so they're just looking at each other. Harry admires him and he wonders why they never talked before? He wishes they had so he could've spent more time just looking at Louis. He doesn't know what time it is when his mind finally slows and drifts off to sleep, but one second his blinking and he just doesn't open his eyes.

He wakes again and looks to see Louis still out cold. He doesn't want to disturb him, but the boy is lying on half on him and Harry really needs to pee. He slowly slides himself out from under him and Louis doesn't even stir from his slumber. Tiny snores escape him and Harry smiles softly at him and his bed head.

He leans down and places a small kiss on his forehead before he leaves and walks to the washroom. He does his business and then washes his hands. He's worried about running into Matt in the hall so he creaks open the door and peaks out. The house appears dead so Harry quickly walks back into Louis' room and shuts the door quietly. Louis is still asleep and Harry crawls into bed with him again.

Louis stirs and then turns around so he can curl up against Harrys side. He reminds Harry of a kitten he once had. The little thing would always sleep next to him and it wasn't content unless it was touching him in someway. Louis is exactly like that and it's cute.

Harry closes his eyes again, but he doesn't fall asleep because he can hear the small muffle of Louis saying his name. He's not sure if he's dreaming at first, but Louis says in again and it's more of a whimper.

"Harry," Louis whimpers and Harry pulls away so he can look down at him. Louis frowns at the loss of contact and reaches out to touch him, his blue eyes squinted.

"What's wrong?" Harry asks and Louis looks like he's going to cry.

"My head hurts so bad. And my face. It hurts," Louis tells him and Harrys heart kind of breaks. He gets up and picks Louis up before the boy can complain. He carries him downstairs with much difficulty, but he makes it. He sits Louis on the counter and he grabs him some ice and some Advil.

"Do you need some ice?" Louis asks worriedly and Harry shakes his head. He could really go for a joint, but he knows now is not the time. Louis places the ice on top of his head and swallows the pill greedily. Harry just watches him to make sure he doesn't need anything else and Louis just makes grabby hands at him. Harry moves forward and Louis wraps his legs around him and buries his face in Harry's hair.

"I feel so stupid. I'm sorry," Louis tells him. Harry just wraps his arms around Louis' waist and shakes his head.

"No need to apologize. It's not like you did it for no reason," Harry replies and Louis nods.

"You looked so scared," Louis says and Harry doesn't know what he's talking about. Scared when he was with the man or scared of Louis?

"I was. I'm not anymore," Harry tells him and he can feel Louis press his lips to the top of his head. It's a comforting gesture that Harry really appreciates.

"You feel like shit too?" Zayns voice comes in. Harry stays in Louis' arms, but Louis lifts his head up to look at the other boy.

"Yeah. Let's not do that again for a long time," Louis replies and Zayn let's out a small chuckle.

"I agree. Shouldn't you be home, Harry? It's almost ten," Zayn tells him and Harry turn to face him.

"In the morning?" he asks and Zayn shakes his head. Harry's face pales and he can't believe it's that late. They got into the house at maybe four in the morning yesterday and he must have laid in bed with Louis longer than he thought.

"Shit," he curses. He turns and places a small, soft kiss on Louis' lips and then backs away.

"I have to go. Call me if you need anything, okay?" Harry says and Louis nods, his face sad because Harry is leaving. Zayn just moves to the fridge and waves at Harry as he leaves. He's wearing Louis' clothes because he refused to continue wearing the ones covered in blood and he slips on his shoes. He runs up to Louis' room and grabs his keys, wallet and phone before he's running back down and leaving the house.

The drive isn't too long and Harry parks his car and is surprised to see the lights in house on. He just shrugs it off and walks inside, his mood already uneasy. He walks forward and sees his mom looking at him harshly.

"Where have you been?" she asks and Harry is surprised she's talking to him at all.

"Out. I'm going to bed," he tells her, but she grabs his arm and pulls him back.

"You've been gone for over 24 hours, Harry. Whose clothes are those?" she demands and Harry just turns to give her an icy glare.

"Why do you care? It's not like you've been around much," Harry shoots back and Anne looks thoroughly offended.

"Don't use that tone with me. I've been going through a rough ti-"

"We all have! You don't think I haven't been going through a rough time? I was out and now I'm home. I'm going to bed," Harry tells her, but her grip tightens when he goes to pull away.

"Are you hungover? And why do you smell like marijuana?" she asks. Harry knows it's Louis' clothes, but he just turns to her and pulls hard, his arm leaving her grasp.

"I'm going to bed. Leave me alone. You had no problem doing that before," Harry spits out and then he's in his room and slamming his door. He crawls into his bed and inhales the smell of Louis' shirt. It does smell of weed, but it also has the smokey cinnamon smell that he loves. He sighs and he doesn't know what emotion it holds. He closes his eyes and yet sleep doesn't come.