Cheshire Chatroom Continuation

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"Ok, I'm here, what do you need?" I asked impatiently.

He laughed, "Someone here is grumpy ... did I screw up the plans you had with your boyfriend?"

"Tell me what you want," I snorted, my breath visible due to the cold air.

"Money first," I handed him his part and he started counting the bills before slipping them into his wallet. Then he handed me an envelope and whispered, "It's oxycodone. People are crazy about it, and you will make a lot of money too. Sometimes even thousands. "

"Not even. Cocaine is enough and that's that," I looked at him skeptically, handing him the bag. I wasn't going to sell that stuff. It was much worse.

Spinner grabbed my arm, grinning, "Listen kid, it's you who got into this and now do what I tell you. You don't want your little boyfriend to get hurt, do you? "

"What do you mean?" I asked suspiciously. He wasn't threatening me, no. It was definitely much worse. He was threatening Harry. He knew my weaknesses. Spinner knew he wouldn't give a damn if he hurt me.

He smirked, "I know you're staying at that lousy downtown hotel. He's pretty nice, you know. Curly hair ... dimples ... oh, and his eyes! What color are they? Green? He's pretty young too, huh? Sixteen years?"

I slammed him against the wall, anger and fear mingling inside me as I said, through gritted teeth, "What the fuck are you doing? Following me?"

He shrugs casually, "I like meeting the people who work for me. He is a handsome kid, undoubtedly. So innocent ... pure ... he's a virgin too, right? "

"Don't you dare touch him, do you understand?!" I threatened him with a dirty look.

"I will not do that. You worry about selling this stuff and I'll leave your boyfriend in peace," he replied, with a satisfied smile.

I grabbed the oxycodone and slipped it into my pocket reluctantly, "Good."

"Perfect. So I'll see you here, tomorrow evening at eleven ... and you'd better have sold everything." He walked away leaving me alone in the alley. I groaned in frustration and hurried into the car.
                             ***

When I opened the door of our hotel room I let out a sigh of relief to see Harry still asleep. I took off my shoes and hung up my jacket before hiding the oxycodone and the money under the drawer. Then I slowly crawled into bed and turned to Harry, full of guilt. His sleeping features were terribly calm and beautiful ... I couldn't let anyone hurt him. I placed a kiss on his cheek, softly, and wrapped my arms around his hips before falling into a restless sleep.

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[Louis' POV]

"Opossum."
"Dog."
"Elephant."
"Dolphin."
"Hippopotamus."
"Monkey."

He paused for a moment, then yelled, "Shark!"

He looked around frantically and stammered, "I-U-S-"

"Ha! You lost!" I grinned at Harry, who pouted and crossed his arms. We were bored in the hotel as it was Friday after school. We didn't know what to do, so we started playing a game where we had to name as many animals as possible and the first one who didn't know what to say lost.

Harry rolled his eyes, "So what? It's just a game."

"Oh really? So why did you do that uncoordinated ballet when you won? " I replied with a satisfied expression when I noticed his blush.

He snorted, "It wasn't uncoordinated! It was ... sexy. "

I opened my eyes, "Hey Mr. Innocentino, when did we start using this language?"

"When I met you," he smiled at me.

I grinned and kissed him softly, and then whispered in his ear, making him shiver, "Hmm, I like it ... and yes baby, that dance was pretty sexy ..."

His cheeks blushed more and he mumbled, "Thanks ..."

I lifted him off the bed and grabbed our shoes, handing him his, "Okay, let's go get something for dinner!"

He chuckled and put on his shoes. I grabbed my wallet and jacket, handing him the sweatshirt. He wore that and pushed the curls off his forehead, asking, "What shall we get?"

"Um," I stopped, making our fingers intertwine and then exiting the room, "We should get something for the weekend too. We can go to Tesco, and we can even buy something to kill time. "

He nodded and pressed the elevator button. Once out, I opened the car door for him and he murmured a small "thank you."