Dependency // L.S. (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 6

      "FUCK! Liam you asshole!" Harry yells out, and slams the controller on the couch., making me jump slightly. I glance up from my phone, seeing what the commotion was about. Harry had apparently just been killed by Liam for the 10th time.
        "This game fucking cheats," Harry says, pouting. I hold back the urge to laugh and reach around him and hug him gently.
        "Don't pout Harry, it's not gentlemanly," I joke. I inwardly let out a sigh of relief when he hugs me back. It took a lot just for me to hug him first. I'm really going to have to go home and think about all of this.
        "Well it's not my fault that Liam is already a bad ass at this game when it just came out a few days ago," He pouts even more, burying his head in my shoulder.
        I grin and hold him tighter, breathing in his scent. He smelled like Old Spice and some type of cologne.
        "Harry stop whining, and play another round with me!" Liam exclaims, not looking away from the TV. Harry answers him with a grunt, and keeps his face buried in my shoulder. Liam pauses the game and looks up and throws a pillow at Harry's head, also managing to hit my face. I glare, playfully, and throw it back at him.
        "I don't want to play anymore Liam, I'm sick of this game," Harry whines, "Can we pleaseee watch a movie? Or actually, I'll be right back." He says, and let's go of me, unfortunately. I watch as he runs up the stairs, admiring his small, but nice, ass.
          He comes back down the stairs with a small bag, and tosses it to Liam who catches it easily.
         "Now this, I can go for," Liam says, opening the small bag, and pulling out an already rolled joint.
         I frown, and look away. They were going to smoke weed? I didn't want any part of that.
        "Harry.." I whine, and grip his bicep.
        "What's wrong Louis? You can have some. I wouldn't have brought it out if you couldn't. I won't make you pay," He says, reaching up and running his fingers through my hair gently.
        "No Harry, that's the thing. I don't want to. I don't smoke. Anything." I say. I can't help but enjoy the feeling of his fingers running through my hair.
        "Oh! Louis, it's not that big of a deal. It's fun I promise," Harry says, looking at me, giving me a small reassuring smile.
        "Harry, I said no." I reply, crossing my arms. Now I was the one pouting.
        "Okay Lou, you don't have to. I won't either if you don't want me to." He says, and reaches out and pulls me closer to him.
        "No, you can if you want.. I could just go home," I say softly, not able to look him in the eye.
       "Of course not! I won't smoke. Let's go up to my room, we can watch something up there," Harry says, standing up and grabbing my hand, pulling me with him. "Liam, don't you fucking dare smoke all of those." He adds as we leave the room, and go upstairs.

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        I look around his room, noticing the walls are covered with posters of bands like OM&M and Fall Out Boy.
        "Have you ever tried listening to The Fray?" I ask, blushing as soon as the words come out of my mouth.
         He looks at me and you can tell he's holding back a grin.
         "The Fray? Really? Do you take me as someone who listens to The Fray?" He says with a small chuckle.
         I blush even more, "Of course not. That was a stupid question." I look away and nervously chew my bottom lip.
        "Hey, it wasn't stupid," He says, and looks into my eyes. "Is that your favorite band?" He asks.
         "Yeah, it is. I've loved them since I was young," I admit. In order to break the awkward eye contact, I walk over to his desk, looking at the pictures he had sitting on it.
          "Who is she?" I ask curiously, pointing to a picture of a woman with dark brown hair and a warm smile on her face. She had green eyes, just like Harry's.
          "That's uh. That's my mom, Anne," He says quietly.
          "She's beautiful. Almost as beautiful as you," I say teasingly, and then I grimace when I realize I just said that out loud. I flop on his bed and bury my face in his pillow, which also smells like him, I might add.
          "You think I'm beautiful?" He says, and from the way he says it, I can tell he's grinning. I feel him sit next to me on the bed, and I groan from embarrassment.
           "Well, you're beautiful too, Lou," He says so quietly, I'm not sure if I was supposed to hear him. I'm grinning so huge that I feel like the Joker permanently cut my face into a smile.
           I roll over on my side, and Harry immediately takes the opportunity to lay down next to me.
          "C'mere," I hear him say softly, and reaches out his arms, like an infant would to his mother, and pulls me close to his chest, wrapping his arms around me.
         "Louis, I'm going to be honest with you. I saw you that day at the breakfast place, and I couldn't keep my eyes off of you. There's something about you, and we've just met, but I really like you Louis. I really do," I hear him say, making my heart stop. What do I say? I feel the same way, but.. how do I say that?
       "I really like you too Harry," I finally say, and cuddle even closer against his chest, and listen as his breathing becomes slower, and he falls asleep. Soon, I join him.