Heroin {harry styles}

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When my alarm goes off, I roll over, groaning, to turn it off. My eyes flutter open, and within a few seconds, memories of last night hit me like a train. I play it over a few times in my head, making sure I have the whole story straight.

I look around only to notice that Harry's gone.

To be honest, I'm not really sure how I feel about that. He was actually nice to me yesterday.

Yeah, he locked me in a basement and that's inexcusable.

But he also made dinner and stayed with me to read me to sleep. Not to mention, he was acting really playful. Well, playful for his standards.

I decide to get up quickly so I can get ready for yet another day in Harry's house.

Once I'm all dressed and ready for the day, I head downstairs.

Halfway down the steps, I'm hit with a horrible stench. I keep walking and it only gets worse.

It literally smells like a dead skunk. Actually, a hundred of them.

But worse.

At the bottom of the steps, it finally chokes me. I start coughing until my eyes water and cover my mouth and nose with my sleeve to breathe through.

I know what the smell is the second I see smoke pouring out of the doorway to the living room.

Waving smoke out of my face, I think I can make out four guys across the living room.

"Hey babe, sleep well?"

It's definitely Niall who asks that, I can tell by the Irish accent. Just at the fact that he talked, the other boys laugh a little.

"Are you serious?" I practically choke out. "You're smoking pot in the house at eight o'clock in the morning?"

"Who are you? My mother? This is my house," Harry's voice drawls out even slower than usual tone. "I can smoke with my friends if I please."

The other boys start laughing again, and I go into the kitchen trying to escape the stench.

I'm in the middle of trying to find something to have for breakfast when I'm met with a presence beside me.

"The boys want milkshakes for breakfast," Harry says. Now that I can see him clearly outside of the smoky living room, his eyes are rimmed red. But with the way he's talking, he seems to be more sober than the other three boys.

But not by much.

"You still have to do what I say," Harry says after I don't respond to him the first time.

I sigh and look up at him. "What kinds would you like?"

"I don't want any. I have to keep my body sexy," he smirks. "But they all want vanilla."

"Coming right up," I say remarkably happily through an obviously fake smile.

"Don't sass me," Harry's demeanor turns cold. "I have worse punishments than locking you in a basement for one day. I thought you learned that lesson already." He leans in close enough that I can feel the warmth of his body. "I own you."

Before I can respond to that, he's gone and I'm all alone again in the kitchen.

What else could he possibly do?

Is he going to hit me or something?

My hands tremble at the thought of him physically hurting me as I begin scooping out ice cream into Harry's blender.

Was it stupid of me to actually think there was a chance that he would keep being nice to me?

It's like a switch flicked and he's back to his cold, arrogant self all over again.

Almost as if last night didn't even happen. If definitely did though.

I finish blending up their breakfast, if you could even call a milkshake breakfast, and pour them into cups to take in to the living room.

When I walk in, I'm met with cheers from Niall, who jumps up to grab his milkshake. I take Liam's and Louis' directly to them, and they both take them, cracking smiles without sparing me a glance.

On my way back out, I glance back and meet Harry's eyes for a brief second. He's sitting on the couch coolly, no emotion present in his face.

I'm almost out of the room when a voice stops me in my tracks.

"Awe come back, whore!" Louis whines.

I turn around quickly, ready to defend myself against his rude remark. But I quickly remember what Harry said a few minutes ago and keep my mouth shut, sulking back into the room.

Louis and Niall start cheering mildly while laughing, Liam stays expressionless as always calmly smoking, and Harry's still sitting on the couch with a gleam of arrogance and satisfaction in his eyes.

The only seat open in the smoky living room is next to Harry, and I want to stay as far away from him as possible so I sit down on the floor.

"Awe, if you need a seat my lap is always open baby," Louis smirks.

"I'm good, thanks," I say sarcastically, not forgetting to shoot him a glare.

He only shrugs in response and lights up another joint, inhaling the smoke before breathing it out.

Niall snatches it out of his hand and takes a huge hit that I'm surprised he doesn't burst into a coughing fit. Louis tries to take it back but Niall holds it away, an annoyed look on his face.

Why did they want me in here? The heavy smoke is starting to infiltrate my lungs and the smell is making me nauseous.

"What are you thinking about so hard over there, whore?" Louis asks.

"Why am I here?"

"Because Harry kidnapped you, duh," Niall chuckles, gesturing over at Harry, who's rolling a fresh joint for himself.

"I mean in this room," I roll my eyes at him. "Why can't I go do something else?"

Louis smirks, "I was hoping you'd do a little dance or something for us, babe. We need some entertainment."

"No thanks," I shift uncomfortably. I want to tell him off so badly, but I know if I cop an attitude Harry will completely lose it.

"Awe come on," Louis pouts again, his bottom lip sticking out like a child. "At least take your shirt off or something!"

Nobody does anything as Louis encourages me to act like their own personal stripper. Niall's focused a bit too hard on his drugs, Liam still hasn't moved a muscle, and Harry still looks as arrogant as ever with his cocky little smirk.

Louis eggs me on some more, and I swear I see Harry's jaw clench. He's probably getting upset.

"Alright alright. If you're shy about the other boys being here I'll take you upstairs and we can have some fun alone," Louis laughs.

"I said I'm good," I say to Louis, a little more firm than the last few times.

"Layla!" Harry barks.

Oh my god. He's getting angry. He's probably mad I'm not "satisfying his friends."

What if he makes me go upstairs with Louis? Is this the worse punishment he was talking about? Giving me away to his friends to be used as god knows what?

I shakily look over at Harry, and I'm sure there's fear in my eyes at the thought of what he might say. He probably can't tell because of the clouds of smoke drifting through the room though.

"Don't you have some laundry to be doing?" He asks in an unexpected turn of events.

"Yes, sorry," I stutter before quickly getting up and running out of the room, grateful for the out he just gave me.