Heroin {harry styles}

29

I roll over, burying my face into my pillow.

Wait.

My pillow?

I sit up and realize I must have fallen asleep.

But the last place I remember being was in the hallway. Alone.

How did I get here?

Last I checked, Harry was back to being a cold hearted monster. He wouldn't have brought be to bed.

Would he?

I get up slowly, pulling back the curtains in the room a little to see the sun setting.

I quickly change clothes into a hoodie and some leggings, because it's too cold in this house for the t-shirt and shorts I was wearing.

Heading downstairs, I hear voices.

"Hey sexy," Louis greets from the couch as I enter the living room. Liam is also here, sitting in the armchair next to Louis.

I stop in the doorway and roll my eyes at him, figuring I can get away with it this time since Harry's nowhere to be seen.

"Why are you here?"

"Babysitting," Liam speaks up in a monotone voice. It's strange, because I almost never hear him talk. Usually Liam just sits looking grouchy. Unless Mia's around, then he looks slightly less grouchy.

"Care to elaborate?" I ask, not understanding what he means, while beginning to walk further into the living room.

"Harry told us you were too unstable to be left alone and sent us to watch you since Niall's working tonight. Nice pants, by the way," he smirks. "You should wear those more."

I quickly sit down on the other couch across from them.

"Where's Harry?" I ask, changing the subject from Louis' disgusting attempts at hitting on me.

"Working with Niall. I think they're hunting down a man's family tonight," Louis says bluntly.

My eyes widen. "What do you mean they're 'hunting down a family?'"

Louis chuckles. "You really are naive. How can I put this in a way you'll understand? A bad guy owes Harry money, he didn't listen to our gang's threats, and now Harry and Niall are just following through with their promises to take his wife and children until Harry receives his payment."

"Are they gonna hurt them?" I ask in shock. I knew gang business wasn't nice, but hearing about what Harry and Niall do is horrifying. This is way worse than just illegally dealing drugs and weapons.

Especially for Niall. I've always seen him as the softer one of the group. I can't imagine him doing anything like that.

"Probably not. They'll probably just drug them to knock them out until Harry either gets paid or kills the man. Could be a while though. You know, I can always show you a good time while Harry's gone."

I look at him in utter disbelief. "You know I'm way younger than you, right?"

"Ouch! I'm only twenty five," Louis feigns hurt but continues, his blue eyes scanning over my body. "You're in England though, the legal age is sixteen and judging by your, um, looks, you definitely meet that qualification."

"And you're definitely a pig," I sass back, not even bothering to tell him my real age.

"Maybe," he shrugs. "But I sure know how to have a good time."

As I ignore Louis' shameless flirting, if you can even call it flirting, Liam just sits back typing away at something on his phone.

"You know babe, you talk in your sleep," Louis pipes up, making me pay attention to him again.

"What? I do not! How would you even know?"

"Had to move you out of the hallway. Harry said you were blocking his way," Louis smirks. So he was the one who moved me to my bed. I knew it couldn't have been Harry. "You started mumbling. Something about a Sophie and a party?"

At the mention of Sophie, my heart drops a little. "My best friend. Back home," I say sadly.

"Is she as hot as you?" Louis asks.

"You're hopeless," I throw my hands up and leave the living room to get a glass of water.

"Did Harry say anything about dinner?" I shout from the kitchen, looking through the almost empty refrigerator and cupboards.

"Nope," Louis shouts back. "Can't you make something?"

"Not really, unless you want to eat burnt food," I shrug, walking back into the living room.

"I'm here and I have pizza!" A voice yells as I hear the front door open. And the accent is way too Irish to be anyone but Niall.

Niall soon reveals himself, walking into the living room and handing each of us an entire box of pizza.

Louis and I look at each other, confused.

"Texted him a while ago," Liam speaks again and waves his phone at us.

I nod, as Louis asks, "Where's Harry?"

"Still working. Let me tell ya, if Smith has any idea what's good for him, he'll show up with Harry's money in the next hour," Niall says to Louis, his eyes gleaming in amusement.

So the man getting his family taken has a name. Smith.

I try to channel my inner Liam, staying silent as we all eat dinner.

"Hey sexy, you done with that?"

My eyes snap up to see Louis standing up next to me, holding his hand out. I nod and place my half-empty pizza box in his hand, and he takes it out to the kitchen.

I notice Niall looking a bit tense at the other side of the couch I'm sitting on.

I wonder what's up with him? He's like the most relaxed man I've ever met.

For the rest of the night, Niall fills Louis and Liam in on whatever they missed at work today. I try to tune it out, because some of that stuff is too horrible to hear. I have no interest in gang business.

Once I finally can't take it anymore, I get up to go to bed, not saying anything to interrupt their conversation.

"Where do you think you're going, babe?" Louis speaks up, noticing me leaving. Niall stops his story when Louis starts talking to me.

"To bed. And stop calling me babe."

Before I can hear another one of Louis' gross remarks, I hurry upstairs to go to bed. The clock next to my bed reads 2:07am. That's way too late for me, especially considering the alarm Harry has pre-set is going to go off in less than five hours at seven in the morning.

I get in bed quickly, willing sleep to come to me.

a/n
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