Chapter 11: Mary Jane
"Louis!" Zayn yelled as he entered the small crowded apartment. "Are the other boys here?" He asked.
Harry thought this was going to be a small get together, but then again, Louis probably had a different idea of what he thought "small" meant. It's alright though, he didn't want to impose.
Harry knew Zayn, he had met him before, along with the other boys, Liam and Niall, who were already sitting in the living room smoking weed or snorting coke or something. Harry stayed behind Louis the whole time though, who surprisingly hadn't smoked or done any drugs yet. Except drink, of course. There was a lot of people Harry didn't know, though. Randoms occupying all of the different rooms, including, surprisingly, the pantry, which Harry didn't even know could fit a normal-sized human being. Randoms covered the house, every chair available being filled, making out with the first person they saw. Ugh.
As long as he stayed with Louis, he knew he would be alright.
Louis lead Zayn to the living room where the rest of the boys were, and told him to sit on the couch next to Liam. They all said their hello's, and took their seats next to each other, leaving Harry with no room to sit. Again, he didn't want to seem like a bother to Louis, so he politely took a seat on the floor next to Louis's legs, leaning his back on the couch. Harry looked to his left where he saw Niall clearly rolling up a blunt. Weed. Alright, weed is fine, he's smoked weed before. It was the cocaine that made him feel a bit on edge. He really really didn't want to snort any cocaine tonight, but then again he didn't want to poop on Louis' party.
Niall took a hit and passed the blunt over to Liam, who happily accepted it and did the same then passed it on to Zayn. The motion went on and on until the blunt got to Louis, who put it in between his fingers and took a long drag. Harry hadn't noticed, but he was staring up at Louis watching him do so.
Something about him was so mesmerizing. The way his lips wrapped around the small blunt did something to Harry, it made him feel a type of way he couldn't really describe. All he knew was Vanessa has never made him feel this type of way. Watching Louis, watching his small movements, watching him inhale the smoke... He wanted to do things. Things that he never wanted to do to a boy. But, believe it or not, he wanted to do them to Louis.
He was confused.
Of course, with Harry's luck, Louis caught him in the act. With the famous 'Louis Tomlinson smirk', Louis pulled the blunt of of his mouth and held it in-between his fingers, looking down at Harry.
"I want to try something, you up for it Harry?" Louis said, raising his eyebrows at the younger boy below him. Harry looked hesitant. If it involved cocaine, he definitely didn't want to do it. He really hopped it didn't involve cocaine.
Louis noticed Harry's hesitancy- "Do you trust me?" He asked.
Louis did this thing, this thing that Harry really liked about him. No matter what the situation was, good or bad, Louis would put on this face.. This face that told Harry that everything was going to be alright. And for some reason, every time Louis put on that face, Harry trusted him with all his heart.
So when Louis put on that face and asked him if he trusted him, of course he was going to say yes.
"Of course, Lou." Harry said, smiling up and the slightly-stoned Louis.
"Alright, but promise me you won't get scared. I just want you to relax, okay? If you don't relax it won't work right." He said in a soothing voice, moving from his spot on the couch to the floor next to Harry.
Before Harry could realize, Louis had gotten up from the spot next to Harry and straddled his lap, his thighs pressing against Harry's, and Harry had no idea what the fuck was going on. To be blunt, his heart rate went from zero to one-hundred real quick. Louis still had the blunt pressed between his two fingers, when he noticed that Harry is anything but relaxed. Lifting the hand without the blunt to Harry's face, he brushed a bit of his hair out of his eyes, trying to get him to relax.
"Harry, please relax baby... This won't work if you keep your heart rate how it is now." Louis said with a small chuckle, placing his hand over Harry's heart.
"I'm- I'm sorry, it's just the way you're sitting.. and w-when you call me that, I can't-"
"What? Baby? When I call you baby?" Louis said in the most innocent way it could have been said. It was anything but innocent. Harry knew that.
"Y-Yes.." Harry said, trying to avoid eye-contact with the beautiful boy sitting in his lap.
"Oh, Mr. Styles. You like nick-names don't you? What was it.. nancy-boy? Then Hazzie? Now this?" Louis said, teasing the poor boy. Harry smiled at Louis. He did like the nick-names. It made him feel unique and like he was close to Louis, close enough for Louis to call him by a nick-name. He shook his head at him, biting his lower lip and began to blush.
"Are you calmed down now, love? Comfortable?" Louis asked, playing with the hair behind Harry's ear. Harry did feel comfortable. He felt safe. Wanted. He shook his head at Louis, noticing that he was also feeling a bit sleepy, but that mixed with Louis soft touches? He's never felt better in his life.
"Alright, good. Just open your mouth then for me, love." Louis said, and of course Harry was going to obey him. He opened his mouth and watched as Louis brought the blunt to his lips, inhaling, slowly inching toward Harry's face. As soon as Louis was about an inch away from Harry's mouth, he began to blow out. Harry was confused, so he shut is mouth and the smoke blew all across his face.
"Lou, what are you doing?" Harry asked, confused as ever. Louis looked a bit frustrated as he re-positioned himself on Harry's lap to make their faces closer, while Harry's heartbeat began to speed up again.
"Harry, you are supposed to keep your mouth open okay? Inhale the smoke when I exhale it." Louis said, trying to take the frustration out of his voice. He knew Harry has never done this before, he was just not used to the innocence around him.
"Okay- uh, sorry." Harry said, disappointed in himself for not knowing what to do. He should've known.
"Don't be sorry, baby. You didn't know. Lets give it another go, alright?" Louis asked, the sweetness back in his voice. Harry smiled and nodded, opening his mouth. Louis chuckled at him, bringing the blunt back up to his mouth. He took a deep breath, inhaling as much smoke as he could, and slowly made his way to Harry's mouth. As soon as their lips barley touched, Louis exhaled the smoke into Harry's mouth, his hands cupping either side of Harry's cheeks, watching as Harry inhaled every last bit of the mary jane. Harry opened his eyes and felt bliss, looking at the beautiful boy in front of him, who was rubbing his thumb on is cheek while his other hand began roaming down his body, slightly carressing his sides in an up-and-down motion. He felt great. Louis pressed his forehead against Harry's, inhailing as Harry exhailed the remaining smoke.
"Lou..", Harry whispered against Louis lips, as Louis pressed his ass down against Harry, knowing what a fabulous ass he has.
"Lou.." Harry groaned, totally not appreciating what Louis was doing.
Harry was compelled. Louis had compelled him. All the was going through his head was louislouislouis and he felt like it would never stop. He did not give a flying fuck about anyone who was around them right now, it was like he was in his own little universe.
"Why haven't you kissed me yet?" Harry whispered against Louis lips, which were mouthing against Harry's.
"You are so beautiful, Haz." Louis whispered, pulling Harry's face closer to his own, and in the heat of the moment their lips were finally about to press together. All that Harry has wanted was about to come true, Louis was about to kiss him, Louis Tomlinson was about to kiss-
"PASS THE BLUNT YOU BLUNT HOGGER" Liam yelled right in between Harry and Louis' faces. Louis sighed, pulling away from Harry, throwing the blunt in Liam's face. Liam laughed, picking up the blunt from the floor and taking a seat back on the couch. Louis got up from Harry's lap, leaving Harry confused and dazed and hard as a rock.
"Fucking cock blocker." Louis whispered through clenched teeth as he passed Liam, flicking him on the head.
Harry only had one thought running through his head at this point.
What.
