Heroin {harry styles}

34

"Are you accusing me of turning you into a prostitute?" Harry asks over the phone, his anger level immediately rising.

"Just asking. Try to put yourself in my shoes! You usually act like you hate me but then the morning after we, you know, do stuff, you're sending me on some unnecessary shopping spree?" I whisper-yell through Niall's phone.

"Do stuff?" Harry mocks, and I can practically feel his smirk coming alive. "What are you, twelve? And if I recall, you didn't do much of anything."

My cheeks immediately heat up at his obnoxious statement. "That is not the point! The point is you're treating me like I'm some sort of prostitute! And in case you forgot, I offered to return the favor and you said no!"

I can't believe I'm standing in a mall talking on the phone to Harry about us doing sexual stuff.

Harry chuckles before answering me. "Relax, I'm not prostituting you off. Just go buy what you want today, you're probably sick of only having a few of the same clothes. To be honest, this was more of a punishment for Louis than a reward for you. Serves him right showing up to a job with a huge hangover."

While it puts me at ease that I'm not actually becoming a prostitute, I don't exactly feel special knowing Harry's reasoning behind this trip.

"I have work to do. Goodbye, Layla," Harry says quickly before I can respond to him, hanging up without another word.

I shake the thought of him out of my head and take another second to myself before slowly walking back to Niall, who's sitting on a bench and staring at me intently.

"Thanks," I murmur, placing his phone back into his hand.

"No problem. Just tell me, do I need to stay away from Harry later?" He asks.

"I don't think so, he didn't sound any angrier than he usually does," I smile at Niall.

"Surprising," Niall raises an eyebrow at me as we start walking through the huge shopping mall. "I would have thought for sure he'd have your head for interrupting his work. And my head for letting you."

"I think he was fine. Anyways, I just had to clear something up, that's all. Wait, let's go in here!" I drag Niall into some random clothing store that had a few cute things in the window.

"Do you like the grey top or the black one?" I asked Niall, holding them both up to my torso.

He looked at me strangely for a second before walking in a circle around me. "The grey. It'll make your eyes pop."

"Interior design, fashion, I wish you'd have kidnapped me instead of Harry," I laugh, checking out Niall's all black outfit.

"I, um, have a few sisters," he hesitates, his cheeks turning a little red as he chuckles nervously. "It's really not a big thing."

"Alright," I decide to change the subject, holding up another article of clothing from the rack next to me. "What about these shorts?"

"They'd look amazing with the grey top," he smiles.

We choose a few more outfits, with Niall being extremely helpful, before Louis returns, sipping from a bottle of vodka.

"Sir? You can't have that in here," a sales clerk yells, hurrying over to Louis.

Louis turns around to the woman and simply raises an eyebrow as if he's testing if she'll say anything else.

"Oh, I'm so sorry sir," she quickly backtracks when she sees who Louis is. "Carry on."

Louis turns around and smirks at me and Niall, taking another long sip from his bottle as the woman practically runs away.

"Nice if you to join us," Niall says to him sarcastically.

"What do we think of these jeans?" I ask, holding them up to the two men.

"I wouldn't know until I saw your ass in them," Louis smirks. I roll my eyes at him and turn to Niall, hoping for some real advice.

"Um, yeah, what he said," Niall says quietly.

I hang the jeans back on the rack, thinking I've even shopped Niall out for the day.

"I'm starving," I tell the boys. "Can we get food?"

"With Harry's card, we can get anything," Louis chuckles.

"Great, can you use it to get this stuff then?" I ask, handing Louis my bag of clothes I had picked out.

Louis takes the bag reluctantly and heads up to the register. I would've just gotten it myself, but I'm sure I wouldn't be trusted with Harry's platinum card. Plus, Harry did say this day was supposed to be some sort of punishment for Louis.

"What killed your mood?" I ask Niall once Louis' gone. "I was actually sort of having fun for a little bit."

"Oh, nothing. Just tired, let's go eat," he shrugs it off, looking what I could only describe as sad, which is a weird look for Niall.

Niall doesn't speak much while we get pizza. He even leaves a slice, which isn't like him at all, seeing as every time I've seen Niall eat pizza he easily devours the entire thing.

By the time we head out to the car, I'm beyond tired.

Niall and Louis drop me off at Harry's house with my two shopping bags. I messily shove everything into the closet in my room and flop down on my bed to take a nap.

While I try to fall asleep, my mind replays today's events.

I really thought Niall and I were having a good time until Louis got there. I know he said he was just tired but I'm not sure if I believe his mood changed that quickly just because he was tired.

The next thing I know, someone's pounding on my bedroom door, waking me up.

I open the door lazily to find Harry, looking as annoyed as ever. I don't even bother to say anything because knowing Harry, anything I say will be the wrong thing.

"There's Thai food in the kitchen. I have so much work to do Layla so help me god if you make a single noise that interrupts it I'll lock you in this bedroom for a week."

I've seen Harry angry plenty of times, but now he just seems stressed. The way his shoulders are tight, his angry vein almost popping out of his neck, and his cheeks get redder as he speaks more. The man needs a day off.

I simply nod at him and he leaves, slamming the door of his office down the hall.

I wonder what he could be working on, but I feel like if I even think about it he'll somehow know and get angry with me.

I shake my curiosity out of my head and practically tiptoe downstairs to have dinner.