Dependency // L.S. (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 20

          I look around the dark room in confusion. What time was it? My head was pounding so hard I thought it would burst. I frown when I realize I'm laying on the couch, surrounding by trash, with Harry no where in sight.

          I stand up quickly, almost falling over from the feeling of blood rushing to my head. I quickly reach up and hold my head, cringing. The previous nights occurrences coming back to me as I walk slowly into the kitchen, trying to avoid the various beer cans and wrappers littered all over the floor. My stomach was growling so much it almost hurt, so I rummage through the cupboards, trying to find something to eat. I sigh as I realize I need to make a grocery run soon.

         I settle on a cereal bar, since that was about the only thing we had that didn't require cooking. I munch on it slowly, and then grab my stomach. That feeling was there. The one of pure regret, churning in my stomach. I rush to the bathroom, leaving the cereal bar on the counter, and retch pitifully into the toilet, letting out a low moan.

          I was covered in sweat, and my mouth tasted horrible. I curl up in a small ball on the cool tile floor, trying to focus on not throwing up again. I absolutely hate the after effects of drinking.

           Fuck. I sit up and throw up into the toilet again, whining loudly when I'm finished. I stand up slowly, feeling a little better and brush my teeth and pull advil from the cabinet, popping it into my mouth to hopefully relieve this terrible headache.

         I stumble from the bathroom, returning to my cereal bar and throwing the rest in the trash. When I reach my destination, I sigh in relief. Of course Harry was curled up safely in our bed. Shrugging off my shirt and jeans, leaving me only in my tight boxer briefs, I climb into bed beside him. I feel his arms instantly wrap around me and I snuggle closer. He smelled of alcohol, weed, and sweat. I push the covers off of him, since he was obviously hot.

          Kissing his lips gently, I push the curls back from his face and roll over onto my side, drifting back off to sleep.

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         When I wake up, I can hear Harry singing in our attached bathroom, making me smile. He really was great. He had his flaws, but doesn't everyone? I love him so much, even if it's only been a few months.

        I roll over to my other side, facing the closed bathroom door. I felt a lot better than earlier, but the headache was still there, just not as bad.

        I pat my pockets, checking for my phone and frowning when I realize it's not there. Oh god. Who knows what I did with it last night. I stand up frantically. That thing was my baby, I couldn't lose it. I start digging through our messy room, which wasn't even messy from the party. When I have no luck, I jog downstairs and begin in the kitchen.

          After checking the whole house I had basically given up hope. Maybe someone had stolen it, who knows. I groan in frustration. Walking slowly back upstairs to our room, I plop down on the bed. And then catch sight of Harry's jeans lying on the ground. Maybe, on a spur of luck, he had found my phone and kept it. Or maybe I had given it to him for safekeeping. At this point I was clutching to any hope I had. That phone had so many pictures of Harry and I, which was mostly all I cared about.

         I stand up and walk to the pair of crumpled jeans, picking them up and checking the pockets, gasping in relief when I find my phone shoved in his back pocket. But what was that stuffed beside it? I didn't want to invade Harry's privacy but I couldn't not know. I curiously grab the bag from his pocket, and gasp, tears instantly stinging at my eyes. Was he really getting into this now too? I couldn't believe him.

         "Harry fucking Edward Styles!" I shout loudly, banging on the shower. I hear the water shut off, and him fumbling around quickly. The tears were streaming down my face now.

         He opens the door with a towel wrapped around his waist. "What's wrong?" He asked cautiously, wiping his wet hair from his eyes.

        I look at him, open mouthed. I throw the bag of cocaine at his wet chest. "What's fucking wrong? What's fucking wrong Harry?! How about that! We're you planning on telling me you were now snorting up lines of crack now too or were you just going to let me find out when I found you dead!"

          He looks at me, biting his lip. His eyes were tearing up now too, a few leaking down his cheeks. "Louis I promise I wasn't going to do it I was just going to sell it and maybe make some money-"

           "Make some fucking money? So now, drinking and smoking weed aren't enough? You're a drug dealer now too!" I shout accusingly. My fists were shaking, and I was being wrecked with sobs now.

            "No Louis, baby, it was a one time thing I swear. I promise I wasn't going to do it."

            "Don't even fucking talk to me Harry," Louis says, storming away from him and shoving his phone in his back pocket. He storms downstairs, Harry following and protesting.

           "Please Louis don't go, I love you. Please. I wasn't going to. I'll throw it in the garbage Louis I promise," Harry cries out, his tears now streaming freely too.

           I ignore him, shoving on my shoes and annoyingly throw on the only jacket near, Harry's jean jacket with the tan fuzzy lining. I was pissed. I couldn't even look at Harry right now. I wasn't so much pissed as I was disappointed. I hear Harry still pleading with me as I walk out of the door. I didn't know where I was going, I just knew I needed time to think.

          "Louis please I love you," Harry cries, and it was breaking my heart to walk away from him like this, but I just couldn't be in the same house as him right now.

          "I love you," Harry says softly.