Dependency // L.S. (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 12

          The room was getting hot and stuffy, even though it was the middle of October. I  go into the hallway and turn down the thermostat.

          "I'm so sorry Louis, I'm really really sorry. My mom is the biggest homophobe I've ever met, I didn't think to warn you guys," I hear Liam say from the couch. He had his head hung in his hands. I walk over to him, and pat his back gently.

         "It's not your fault Liam, it's alright. Just. Don't let her come back here okay?" I say.

        "Trust me, I'm not. She can rot in hell. No one talks to my best friend and his boyfriend that way," Liam replies.

        I nod, and stand up from the couch, going back up to Harry's room, and climbing into bed beside him. I had thought he was asleep, so when he said my name I thought I was going to have a heart attack.

        "Louis.. I.." Harry starts, and suddenly bursts into tears. I give him a surprised look and then immediately pull him closer. I didn't think I'd ever see Harry cry, he's always so tough.

        "Harry, shh. It's okay. What's wrong?" I ask, tracing my fingers through his curls, hoping it'll calm him down a bit.

         "I.. my dad used to be. My mom was the most wonderful person you'll ever meet. She passed away when I was just young, and my sister Gemma, me and my dad, were all completely devastated. Well, a few years later, I was battling depression. A boy named Alex came into my life, and brought me out of it. I fell in love with him Louis, and when my dad found out, he kicked me out and told me to never contact him, or my sister Gemma. I hate homophobes so much Louis and I-" He stops and starts sobbing into my chest, and I hold him close, rubbing his back. "Then, I ran away, and I came here. Liam and James easily accepted me into the house," He sniffles.

       "I'm so sorry Harry. He sounds like a real prick. Everything is going to be okay." I say, holding him as close as possible, a few tears escaping my face.

        "I. Louis. Please don't ever leave me.." He sighs into my chest quietly.

        My eyes widen. That was a big commitment. "I. I won't Harry. I promise." I say, and pull him closer, and we fall asleep again, him still shaking slightly in my arms.

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       A week or so later, I was in the back of the house, leaning against the counter, twirling a blunt between my fingers. "I still don't want to.. The only drug I need is you Harry." I say quietly, leaning my head against his shoulder.

       "It's okay Louis. Do you mind if I smoke?" Harry asks, and runs a hand through my hair, and planting a small kiss on my forehead.

        "I.. Yeah that's fine Harry. I'm just gonna go chill upstairs in your room." I say, kissing him gently on the lips. "Have fun babe."

Harry's P.O.V

           I watch as Louis walks up the stairs, and blow him a kiss as he goes up and winking. He chuckles and shakes his head, and then disappears from my sight. I couldn't believe I had broke down like that a week ago. I usually never cry. Liam's mom is such a bitch.

           I pull out my phone, and dial a familiar number. "Hey, you got any more joints? Yeah. I can pay you in about.. A week or two. That's cool? Alright. You gonna bring them over now? We have a party going on." I shout into the phone. When I hear the dealers response, I hang up, and go and dance in the sea of people in our living room, laughing when Liam twirls me like a girl.

        Soon I hear the doorbell ring for the millionth time that night, and jog over, opening the door. The dark haired boy with the ink all over his arms and eyebrow piercing gives me a small smirk.

         "Having fun there Harry?" He snorts.

         "When don't I have fun at parties Zayn?" I chuckle. "Do you have the joints?" I ask, running a hand through my hair.

           He nods, giving a small laugh, and handing them over. "Make sure you pay me in a week or two."

          "Sure thing, I'm heading over to grab a drink, you wanna come with?" I say. I didn't particularly like Zayn, but he was always good about supplying the weed, and I didn't want to be rude.

          "Actually, yeah, that'd be great." He says, and follows me to the kitchen. I hand him a red cup.

          I light two of the joints, handing one to him and keeping the other for myself and take a hit, breathing out the smoke.

          "How's Molly been?" I ask, trying to make conversation. Molly was his girlfriend, who was extremely slutty and had come onto me multiple times when Zayn brought her to my parties.

           "Hot as ever, great in bed, same as usual," He snorts, taking a hit from his own joint.

            I chuckle and shake my head. Zayn was really an asshole. I run a hand through my hair, and my thoughts turn to Louis. I felt bad that I had basically blown him off for weed. But in my defense, I hadn't smoked since we had gotten together, and I wanted to get high and have some fun.

           "What about you? You still fucking James?" He asks.

           "Nah. Fuck him. He's a dick. I'm with someone now." I say. I didn't want to tell him who. He was bisexual and I didn't trust him not to come on to Lou.

           "Oh. Well. I'm going to get going. Molly's waiting for me back at the apartment in lingerie, probably with a vi-"

          I cut him off, "Thanks Zayn but I don't want to know. See you around."

         He heads out, giving me a wink. I spend the rest of my night getting high as a kite, and I crash on the couch after eating an entire bag of doritos.