Heroin {harry styles}

22

I hide upstairs, keeping myself busy with laundry like Harry said until I hear the noise downstairs dying down. I think Harry's disgusting friends are finally gone.

I hear the dryer ding, and I go to get the last of the laundry out to put away. Luckily I did Harry's first, so this is all mine and I can take it into my room to put away.

"Layla," I hear. Harry's voice sounds like it's coming from inside my room, but he's not in here.

"Layla," he repeats again, sounding a little more agitated.

"Um, yeah?" I ask into the air, looking around for the source of Harry's voice.

"Over here," he says, and by his tone I can already tell he's rolling his eyes.

I eventually look to my door and see a small screen lighting up on the light switch panel.

"I need you to make lunch, I have work to do," he demands and the screen goes dark.

Still a little confused about whatever sort of intercom that was, I get up to go do what Harry said. I'll have to finish putting away my laundry later.

Downstairs, the smell of drugs still lingers but the smoke has finally cleared out. I try to find the easiest recipe in the book Harry gave me, my eyes landing upon some sandwiches that I think Harry has all the ingredients for. I make them pretty quickly, and as usual, Harry comes into the kitchen right on time.

He sits at the bar, almost never eating at the actual table. Harry pats the stool next to him, and I reluctantly sit down to eat wit him.

"Thank you," I break the awkward silence between us.

He raises an eyebrow at me, silently asking me what for.

"You know," I shrug uncomfortably. "Getting me out of there. Away from your friends, I mean."

He scoffs, "You think I did that for you?"

I merely shrug again and stare down at my food, not wanting to say the wrong thing now.

"To be honest, I just wanted my laundry done, and for Louis to shut up. The lad gets too chatty for my liking when he's high."

I'm not sure what to say to his arrogance, so I decide to change the subject.

"What was the thing in my room? The thing you talked to me on."

"Just an intercom," he brushes off. "Haven't used it in ages since nobody's stayed here, but maybe I will now. There's one by every light switch."

Great, that's just what I need— Harry being able to shout demands at me from anywhere in the house.

"How'd you know where I was looking for it?"

He smirks before answering and I know I'm going to hate whatever he says. "It's got a camera so I can see you when I turn it on."

My eyes widen at him in disgust. He could just be watching me at any time?

"Relax babe, they aren't in the bathrooms because that's disgusting and I have way more important things to do than spend my time spying on you," he answers my thoughts.

"Still makes me uncomfortable," I mutter out under my breath.

"What was that?" He asks.

"Nothing," I fight the urge to roll my eyes.

We finish eating in silence and I collect Harry's plate to wash the dishes.

"I won't be home tonight. Not that you need to know what I'm doing, but there's a shipment coming in so I won't be back until tomorrow afternoon."

"Okay," I answer simply.

"You don't have chores this time. Niall's coming over tomorrow morning to help decorate your bedroom since the walls are dry."

I nod and ask if that's all. When he nods back, I leave to go back to my laundry.

I guess I'd better not put it all away now. I take the clothes out of the closet and fold them up nicely so they'll be easier to move tomorrow.

I'm not sure how I feel about Niall coming over. Last time we got along pretty well, but then I had that stupid breakdown so I don't know if things will be weird now. Today they weren't really, but he was high as a kite so who knows. Plus, I'm not too happy about being around any of Harry's friends after today.

I guess I'd rather it be Niall than Liam or Louis though. Especially Louis.

Maybe I should try to befriend Niall. I mean, I'm sort of friends with Mia, but I don't get to see her much.

And Niall does seem to be the most easygoing out of Harry's gang member friends.

I keep mulling over the idea while I get the rest of my stuff ready to move back to the original room I stayed in. It's not a lot of stuff, so I finish quickly.

The rest of the night goes by quickly.

I end up making dinner, but failing miserably, so Harry goes to get us takeout from the city. He was going to make me go with him, but then decided I would only slow him down and went alone.

When he gets back, he takes his food to his office to eat while sorting out whatever he needs for the shipment coming in. I'm grateful for his absence and happily eat alone in the kitchen.

Once I throw everything away, I head back upstairs. I'm in the bathroom getting ready to go to sleep soon when I hear a few doors shutting rather loudly. Harry must have just left for work.

I finish getting ready for bed and when I lay down, I think about my decision again. Am I really going to be friends with Niall? It's not like he's going to help get me out of here or anything, he's Harry's best friend.

But I guess it's better than nothing. I need to be on good terms with someone around here.

a/n
so sorry for the super short chapter, but Niall's coming in the next one! please don't forget to vote!