Dependency // L.S. (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 11

        "Louis? Louis." I open my eyes, wincing at the bright sunlight streaming into the room.

         "Louis, you and Harry need to go upstairs, my mom is coming to visit in about 2 hours, and if she sees all this, we're fucked," I hear Liam say, while he nudges me lightly.

         I grunt, rubbing my eyes. "Liam can you stop shouting I have the worst tucking headache," I whine out.

          He laughs, and reaches out, taking my hand and hoisting me up, "I'm not even shouting Louis."

          I groan, rubbing my temples. I look down at myself, seeing a wet spot on my pants. How? I scramble through my memory of last night, and I instantly start blushing furiously. I could remember bits and pieces of grinding on Harry, and then us practically fucking on the couch. How many people had seen us-

         "You alright there Louis?" I hear Liam ask, as I had just been standing there staring down at the floor.

         "Oh uh, yeah. Uh, Liam.. How many people.. who saw.." I start to say, blushing even more.

          "Oh god man, you were all over Harry. It was hard for anyone to miss you guys," He says, with a little bit of sympathy, "But seriously, you need to haul ass upstairs so I can get this place cleaned up."

           I groan at our stupidity. It was all that guy James' fault. He deserves to get his ass kicked. I sigh, reaching down and gently shaking Harry awake.

           "Harry, babe. Wake up, we have to go upstairs, Liam's mom is coming in 2 hours," I say, grabbing his arm gently, pulling him with little help from him. He was barely awake, and I sighed, reaching down and picking him up bridal style, and carrying him upstairs. I smile as he latches onto my shirt, burying his head into my chest.

       Once we make it up to his room, I set him down gently, and I start to walk to the bathroom to try to clean off my jeans. I was sticky "down there" and I didn't like it.

       "Louis?" I hear Harry mumble quietly, and my face lights up with a smile.

        "I'm right here Harry," I say, and he peeks his head out from under the blanket.

         "Come back." He whines, and grips his head as he does. I sigh, and walk over, pulling off my pants so I was at least out of the sticky jeans, and climb into bed with him.

          "Louis, last night was amazing. Even though it was a mistake to do in front of everyone. But holy shit, you're fucking good at that," I hear him say quietly, his face pressed against my chest, while I run my fingers through his curls.

          "You're pretty sexy yourself Curly." I say, grinning. I curl up closer to him, and we both fall back asleep.

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         "Liam James Payne! Why is this house such a god damn mess!" I wake up to a woman's voice screaming from downstairs.

         Harry was awake beside me, and he was groaning from being woken up again.

        "Who is that?" He asks with wide eyes.

        "That sounds like Liam's mother, he said she was coming," I say, chuckling slightly. I slowly untangle myself from Harry, because I knew I wouldn't be getting back to sleep a second time.

          "Where are you going?" He asks when I get up, putting on his pouty face.

          "May as well go get a shower and then try to help out Liam, he sounds like he needs it." I say with a chuckle, and kiss Harrys forehead gently, and then go take a quick shower. When I go back into the room, Harry isn't there, so I assume he went downstairs.

          I go downstairs, holding my head, and grab some tylenol. I walk into where I hear talking, and see Liam, Harry, and Liam's mom sitting at the kitchen table, that was still covered in beer bottles and cigarette butts.  I walk over and smile.

         "Hi, I'm Louis, I'm assuming you're Liam's wonderful mother?" I say, sticking out my hand and laying on the charm. I figured she was still pissed, and that Liam may need some help.

         "You assumed correctly, you can call me Mrs. Payne," she says, shaking my hand lightly and then dropping it. "Were you included in the partying that so obviously went on here last night?" She says with scorn in her voice.

          I grimace slightly, "Well, I won't lie to you, I was yes."

         "I figured as much," She says, rolling her eyes.

        I look at my hands, biting my lip.

        Harry reaches over and interlocks our fingers, rubbing his thumb across the back of my hand.

        "Are you serious?" She says, narrowing her eyes at our interlocked hands. "Really Liam? You live with a bunch of faggots?"

         My eyes instantly snap up to her, and I frown.

       "What the fuck did you just say?" Harry says, slamming his hand on the table.

      "Excuse me?" Liam's mom says.

      "You fucking heard me." Harry says, yelling now. He was kind of scaring me, considering that I had never heard Harry yell before.

         "You're faggots. Being gay is against god." She says, yelling now too.

         "Mom. I think it's time for you to go. Now." Liam says, standing up.

          "I'll leave whenever the hell I want to leave, it's not my fault these boys are going to go to hell for their disgusting ways."

          "Get the fuck out of my apartment! I'll call the fucking cops. I don't give a shit if you're my best friends mom or not." Harry says, stepping closer to her. I grab his arm, pulling him back. He was shaking, and his face was getting red. Out of no where, he doubles over and throws up, all over her feet.

        "Oh my god Harry are you alright?" I ask, while I hear Liam's mom scream out in disgust.

        "Yeah, I'm just. Hung over." He moans out, clutching his stomach, and I reach out and let him lean on me.

        "Get the fuck out." I spit, and help Harry back upstairs to bed, getting him a glass of water. I kiss his forehead gently.

        "Sleep off your hang over baby. I'm sorry. She'll be gone when you wake up." I say, hugging him gently, and walking downstairs to meet Liam and make sure she was gone.

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I hate homophobes. That is all.