Smoke || larry

35

"I haven't seen you in four days," Louis whines through the phone. Harry gnaws on his lip, his hands shaking so much he can barely hold the phone. His withdrawals are terrible and he feels like he's going to combust. He could kill his parents for a hit. He could kill them just so he could see Louis.

"I know. I'm going mental, Lou. I wish you were here," Harry softly cries into the phone. It's like his whole body is aching and screaming. He needs the crack, he needs the alcohol, he needs his prescriptions.

"How about I come visit? I'll be quick and you said your parents are out," Louis suggests. Harrys heart skips a beat at the offer and he's agreeing so fast that the words twist and stumble over each other. All he can think about his Louis' smokey smell and his light blue eyes that shine like the stars when they're trained on Harry. He needs to see him, to hold him.

"I'll be there in 15. Just leave your window open," Louis tells him quickly and then the line is dead. Harry sighs and places his phone down, his fingers drumming against his thigh in a fast rhythm. His house is deadly silent and he's surprised Liam hasn't called him yet today.

Liam. Liam is in Harrys business like no other. He checks his phone constantly. Harry changed Louis' name to Niall's in his phone so Liam wasn't so suspicious. Liam also drives him everywhere. He's like a clingy girlfriend except worse. It's awful.

"Fuck this is harder than I remember," Louis mutters. He pulls himself into the room, his cheeks flushed from the cold and the effort. Harry rushes over to the window and helps him in, smiling at the sight of his boyfriend. Louis stands on his feet and pretends to wipe dirt off himself before grinning cheekily and kissing Harry.

"Baby," Louis whispers softly. His hand caresses Harry's sunken in cheek and he runs his fingers through his greasy, thin curls. "I brought you something."

Harry tilts his head in confusion as Louis reaches into his back pocket. Louis just smiles and pulls out a small baggy filled with small crystals. Harry feels his mouth go dry and his eyes stay trained on the drug. It's intense how much his body is craving it.

"Lou..." Harry whispers, his hand moving to grab the small bag. Louis let's him take it, watching the boy closely as he brings it closer.

"We'll smoke and then I'll leave. You can maybe meet me later at the park though?" Louis says and Harry looks up from the crack and into Louis' blue blue eyes.

He doesn't know why but every time he looks at Louis it's like he's discovering him for the first time. He can never get over how soft his hair always looks and how his skin looks tan and flawless. He can never not look at his pink lips and his small button nose and his ocean blue eyes. His small body is thin now, but the hint of his curves still shows. Louis is a work of art. Louis is proof that God exists because only something that powerful could create something as beautiful as Louis.

Harry moves forward and wraps his arms around Louis' waist, pulling him in for a kiss. Louis moves into him, his lips moving softly against Harrys. Harry just savours the feeling of Louis against him, memorizes the way his mouth moves so expertly against his own.

"I love you," Harry breathes out as he pulls away. Louis opens his eyes and he looks like he has stars in them.

"I love you. My perfect, beautiful Harry," Louis says lovingly. Harry just moves his head to hide in Louis' neck and stays in his embrace. The world is cold, but Louis is warm.

When they separate Harry just holds out the baggy and Louis chuckles softly and takes it. Harry digs around and finds the pipe his mom forgot to take away and passes it to Louis who just grabs it and starts to get everything ready. He lets Harry go first, the smoke burning his lungs and the pipe so hot it makes his lips burn.

They continue the pattern, just taking turns with the pipe. They break in between the hits, but the highs are short lived and soon the bag is empty. Harry just leans back into Louis' arms and closes his eyes.

"Thank you," he murmurs. Louis just trails his fingers down Harrys arms and hums in reply. Harry cracks his eyes open to see Louis looking down at him. "What're you looking at?"

"You. I like looking at you," Louis tells him and Harry giggles and sits up, bringing his face closer to Louis'.

"You're weird," Harry tells him and Louis just smiles.

"And you're adorable," he rebuttals. Harry flushes and brings his lips to Louis' again. Louis just holds him closer and kisses him deeper. When they kiss each other it's like they're the only people in the world and that's the problem. They didn't hear the door open.

"Harry Edward Styles!" A gruff voice shouts. The boys pull away from each other with a pop and look to the doorway. Anne and Robin are both there, looking at the two boys harshly. Louis holds onto Harry protectively.

"I warned you," Robin seethes and Harry whimpers into Louis' chest.

"Leave him alone," Louis replies back, his voice even closer than Robins.

"You. I've fucking had it with you. You're a no good piece of shit and I don't want you near my son," Robin tells him. Harry wants to cry as he feels Louis tense under him. He clings to his shirt, but it's no good as Louis jumps to his feet.

"Oh and you think you can make me leave?" Louis fights back. Anne just watches in horror as the two men look each other down.

"If you don't leave this room in thirty seconds, I'll kill you," Robin growls. Louis laughs at the statement and just raises his brow. He gently moves and grabs Harrys hand pulling him to his feet and out of the room.

"Bye," he calls over his shoulder, keeping Harry in front of him as he walks out. Harry scrambles to leave the room. Louis' taking him with him and that's all he wants. Fuck his parents he'll live with Lou.

Louis is yanked by the back of his shirt away from Harry and thrown on the floor. He lands on his butt with an 'oof' and Harry turns in horror as Robin kicks him. Louis - who is still very high - gets up and tackles the man to the ground. Anne shrieks and jumps back as Louis throws punches at the older mans face. Robin hits him back and that makes Harry cry out in horror. Louis is in his full black out, drug fuelled rage and Robin is bleeding all over Harrys white carpet. Robin manages to flip them over and starts punching Louis. Harry rushes forward at the sight and shoves Robin off, screaming and crying because his Louis is bleeding. Louis doesn't hesitate to get back on the man, banging his head against the floor. Harry moves forward again and pulls Louis off, hugging the boy to his chest. He tries to fight away from him, but Harry holds right.

"Lou. Baby, stop. I'm scared, Louis, stop it!" Harry shouts. At the sound of that Louis goes slack in his arms and the room goes quiet. Harry is crying and holding Louis in his arms. He can feel the slick blood covering his clothes and he can feel Louis' shivering.

"Harry," Louis cries as he clings to him so tight it almost hurts. Harry just shushes him and rocks them back and forth.

"No one leave. The police are on their way," Anne announces into the silent room.