The Help

Chapter 8

Harry was smiling like a goofball as he ran his fingers through his hair and perfected it. He wasn't going to hop in the shower in case Louis came earlier than he expected. He returned to his room, walking quietly so he could listen and make sure Gemma was gone. He was pretty sure she was. He thought to himself how lucky he was as he ran into his room and pulled out the shoe box under his bed, revealing two ounces of weed. Other people had brought weed to the party, and Zayn and gifted him with whatever weed was left by six in the morning. Harry was definitely thankful, especially since he finally had the reason he was begging for to invite the gardener over. Also, laying in the shoe box was a glass pipe. He had picked it up at a smoke shop last night. Most workers wouldn't sell to a minor, but Zayn knew people and he had hooked Harry up. He secretly thanked Zayn again mentally and started to set up where they where going to smoke.

They were going to smoke in his bedroom, just because Harry had intentions of bringing Louis over. He threw all of his dirty socks, underwear, and other clothes in a dirty clothes basket that he hid in his shower. He changed his sheets and pillow cases, quickly vacuumed his floor, hung up his coats, and produced the two bean bag chairs that had been hiding in his closet from elementary play dates with Niall. Once he was proud of his room and could actually see the floor, he pulled his bed time shirt and sweats off and exchanged them for his Ramones shirt and black jeans. He was actually very happy with the way the day had already started. It was only seven and his room was clean, he was all attractive and what not, and a hot guy that he was crushing on was coming to smoke some weed. Wasn't that a good way to start a day? Even though Harry didn't smoke that much...

Hadn't Louis said he'd arrive within the hour? Harry wasn't very patient. He ran down the stairs and decided to watch television until he got there, but there was no hope in the boring, emotionless shows that were on at the moment. Thankfully, he only had to watch the stupid school for ten minutes before there was a quiet knock on the door. He sprinted from the couch and ran to the front door. He checked his breath at the door and made sure his heart stopped beating so quickly. He opened the door and smiled.

“Hi Harry,” Louis smiled. God, did he look gorgeous? He was wearing a loose gray jumper over black jeans and a black beenie and Harry swore he could hear angels singing behind him.

“Hi,” Harry stepped back so Louis could walk in, and he noticed that he was carrying a backpack in with him. “What's that?” he asked, grabbing the back of it.

Louis chuckled and turned to face him. “Just my laptop. When I get really high I, uh, like to watch funny Youtube videos. You know, when I can't think of anything else to do.” He shrugged and continued on into Harry's house.

Harry followed him after he locked the front door and checked out the window to make sure his sister's car wasn't there. That was his biggest concern; his sister showing up out of nowhere. She liked to tattle on him a lot, but he could get out of anything. He just didn't want her to see Louis and think he was the hottest boy out there and then steal him from Harry. Even though he didn't own him, but still.

Harry found Louis lounging on his couch, flipping through the channels he had long forgotten about. “Are you hungry?” he asked him, stepping into the kitchen.

“Most people eat after smoking, Hazza,” Louis replied. Hazza. He liked that they were comfortable enough to use nicknames. Hazza and Lou.

They shared a soft little laugh between each other as Louis clicked off the television. He stood up and nodded at Harry. “I don't mean to be a bothersome and get this over, but I usually smoke sometime before noon, it just evens out my life. Like, right about now is the time I usually smoke. Are we gonna go out on the patio again?”