In My Mind. || Larry Stylinson

"He's loud, and now its quiet." (Chapter 6)

^ this is what I imagine Louis to look like :)
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Louis' and Harry's days now consisted of getting high and having sex, Harry didn't mean for it to go this far but the drugs he became quickly addicted to.

"You know what?" Louis asked giggling, he was in the kitchen trying to make food, "I haven't felt this great in years,"

Zayn has been trying to get ahold of harry for days, he kept pressing ignore, Harry walked over to louis and grabbed him from behind, wrapping his arms around him.

"Me too," Harry smiled, "what are you making?" Harry questioned, giggling, "smells awful,"

Louis gasped, "Excuse me? I'm trying to make French toast," he pouted.

"I don't think it's supposed to look burnt Lou," Harry chuckled, reaching over to turn the burners off, he swiftly picked Louis up and sat him on the counter, "I know something more.. fun," he leaned down to kiss Louis softly, pressing his lips against Louis'

"Hey hey no," Louis pushed Harry away slightly, "later, we still have some left?" Louis grabbed the baggy with the white powder, he smirked, "let's?"

"Anything for you," Harry grabbed the baggy and his credit card, he started making little lines, "You first," and Louis excitedly got down, leaned down and snorted a line with a rolled up piece of paper.

"That's the spot," louis smiled, "Your turn," Louis giggled.

Harry did the same, snorting the second line, scrunching his face, "sh-"

Suddenly someone came through the front door, just barging in, it was zayn, Harry quickly looked up and immediately froze. Wiping his nose.

"zayn," Harry said, anxiously.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Zayn looked down at the counter, cocaine scattered all over it, "is— is this fucking coke?" Zayn questioned, "i have been trying to get ahold of you both for weeks and I've heard nothing back, then come to find out you've been snorting coke? You know, I would expect this from Louis, but you Harry?"

"Look zayn im-"

"Louis don't try to explain, I'm not talking to you," zayn said as he huffed angrily.

"Don't speak to him like that," Harry stepped in front of zayn, glaring.

"I can't fucking— I cannot believe you Harry, you're high on coke? Did Louis pressure you—"

"He didn't pressure me to do anything, maybe I wanted to do it, maybe life was boring and I wanted to make it fun, ever think of that?" Harry said.

"You sound just like him now Harry," zayn sighed, "you promised me you'd help him, and now you're turning into him, can't you see that?"

"I am helping him he— he's happier now, he's better," Harry tried to convince himself, "everything is fine zayn,"

"You're both high on coke, I highly doubt everything is okay, this isn't healthy, first things first, this shit is coming with me," zayn grabbed the baggy from Harry.

"No!" Harry grabbed it back, "Stop."

"I'm trying to help! You're both addicted to this shit and it's not good, where the fuck did you even get this?" Zayn questioned.

"Liam Payne, he—he sold it to me," Louis spoke up.

"Liam? You've got to be fucking kidding me— I'm gonna kill him," zayn sighed, rubbing his face.

"You know him?" Harry asked.

"You could say that, anyways, this," he took the baggy, "is coming with me, and you two? Fucking get sober and then call me," zayn said, walking out of the house.