Dependency // L.S. (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 16

Sitting up in bed, I look at the wall in front of my face. Harry's- our room, was now full of my posters as well. Wow, it was weird to think that. I still couldn't believe we moved in together. Sure, there were plenty of other people in the house but I still no longer lived with my mom.

"Goodmorning bedhead," I hear Harry say from across the room. I roll over to face the direction I hear his voice coming from and see him smirking. He was sitting at his desk on his laptop, wearing a green beanie with his curls pushed back in it. I bite my lip and throw one of the pillows lightly at his head and he somehow manages to catch it before it smacks him in the face. I laugh and sit up, arching my back.

"How long have you been up?" I ask, moving my hair from my face.

"Ohh, about an hour now. I woke up at 11:00," Harry replies, smiling when he notices that Louis hair was sticking up in all directions still.

"I have to work today, you should have got me up," I say, standing up and glancing at the clock. It was 12:15 and he had to be into work at 1:00.

"Sorry Lou, I didn't know." Harry answers. He stands up and walks over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck gently.

"Harry," I whine, pushing him away gently. "I have to get ready for work."

It had been 2 weeks since I'd been living here and we still hadn't managed to have sex. Something always came up. I didn't want our first time to be a morning quickie either.

He sighs and pecks my lips gently, "Go get ready then babe." As I start to walk away I feel Harry pinch my butt, and I laugh.

"Cheeky bastard," I mutter softly.

--

Harry's P.O.V

"Zayn, I know. I've got the money now, that's what matters right? I'll meet you at the McDonald's down the road from my place okay?" I say into the phone, rolling my eyes at his tone.

"I told you two damn weeks Harry. Not nearly a month. It better not happen again. I'll just meet you at your place, I don't feel like going to a damn McDonald's where I'm forced to buy their shitty ass food," I hear Zayn reply, and then I hear the line go dead.

He was such an ass! I didn't have the money two weeks ago because I had been helping Louis get a few new things for when he moved in. Plus I was the only one that bought groceries in this damn place. Louis had left for work almost 30 minutes ago and now I was stuck at home on the couch watching some stupid anime that James had put on, waiting for a giant asshole to show up at my damn door. Sometimes I thought the weed really wasn't worth it, but I had a lot of fun smoking it with everybody.

I was honestly surprised that Louis hadn't tried it yet, but at the same time I wasn't. Louis was too shy and.. good to try anything other than alcohol once in a while. I zone out while watching the anime that was in some language I didn't even fucking understand, and apparently it's long enough for Zayn to arrive.

When the doorbell rings I go to the door and open it, trying to smile politely.

"Hey Zayn. Want anything?" I ask, opening it wider for him to come in. A girl follows him inside, who I hadn't noticed before. "Oh, sorry I didn't see you there. I'm Harry," I say, holding out my hand for her to shake.

She glances at my hand and says, "I'm Molly."

Zayn snorts, "The only thing I want Harry is my god damn money."

I roll my eyes. "Alright alright. Try to be fucking friendly and all you get is this shit." I say under my breath. I pull a thick wad of cash out of the pocket of my pants, and start to count out what I owe him (which was most of it) when Zayn snatches all of it from my hands.

"Consider it a... late fee." Zayn says with a smirk and I instantly reach out and shove him in the chest.

"Fuck that. Give me back the money and I'll pay you what I owe," I say. Normally I wouldn't dare shove Zayn, but that was bullshit and I was sick of it.

He turns around with malice in his eyes, and he shoves me backwards, making me stumble, "Don't you fucking lay your hands on me Styles," He spits.

I glare at him and say something I know I'll regret, "What the fuck are you going to do if I do?"

I hear James get up off the couch and walk over. He looks between us, narrowing his eyes, "Really you two? No actually, really Harry? You'll get your ass kicked and y-" Zayn cuts him off by punching him in the jaw, and James cries out and steps back a little.

"Stay the fuck out of it pretty boy," Zayn says, glaring at James. Then he turns to me and almost growls. "Don't fucking talk to me like that."

"Again. Or what, Zayn?" I spit, getting in his face. Molly stands there, rolling her eyes, picking at her nails. The bitch had fake ass boobs and-

As I'm thinking I get punched in the face too, and my hand instantly goes to my nose, which was gushing blood now. I push Zayn away from me, throwing a punch at his right eye.

Zayn growls in frustration and punches me again, right near my ribs, causing me to fall to the ground in pain. He kicks me over and over, and then spits on me before walking out of the apartment with the parting words, "Don't fuck with me Harry."

I lie there in agony, clutching my stomach and I hear James snort.

"I fucking told you," He says, and goes into the kitchen, grabbing a bag of frozen peas and tossing them near me. Afterwards he disapears upstairs, and I grab the peas, pressing them against my face.

Just fucking great. Why do I have to be such a smartass when I'm pissed? I crawl my way over to the couch and curl up in a ball, wincing at the throbbing in my ribcage.

Lying there in pain, I wait for Louis to get home and make the huge ass fuss I know he will.

Sigh. I feel like this chapter was rushed. I was mainly worried about getting another chapter up for you guys because it's been 11 days since the last time I updated. I honestly feel like this was a really shit chapter. And for some reason I have the hardest time writing from Harry's P.O.V. I just hope you guys like this and I promise next chapter will be better!