Cheshire Chatroom Continuation

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[Louis' POV]

I moaned as I opened my eyes and glanced at the curly boy in my arms. My lips curled into a smile at the feel of his body intertwined with mine. Memories of last night flooded me and I pressed a kiss to his curls. I grabbed my cell phone, careful not to wake Harry, and frowned when I realized I had received a message.

[From: Spinner]
Find me now in the alley, bring the money!

I hadn't heard from him since Friday — he was out of town — and that was why Harry and I had had sex the day before. I noticed that the message had been sent at 9:00 and it was already 9:30. My heart was beating insistently. I couldn't just leave Harry there. In any case, however, not going to Spinner would have paid serious consequences, and Harry would have been involved. I texted Spinner apologizing that I had just woken up and sneaked out of bed. I made sure Harry was asleep, got dressed and grabbed the stuff from my drawer before leaving a kiss on the curly headed boys forehead. Then I hurried out of the room not giving a damn about the condition I was in.

I jumped into the car and drove quickly to the usual place we used to be. The fear increased as I saw him pacing back and forth with a cigarette in his mouth. Trembling, I got out of the car and walked towards him. He noticed my figure and gave me a cold look, "So you've made up your mind to show yourself."

"Sorry, I woke up late!" I quickly apologized, hoping he wouldn't get mad. Normally I wouldn't be afraid of it, but he had threatened Harry so I couldn't help but feel agitated.

He laughed, mocking, then asked, "Well, where's the money?" I took them out of my pocket, handed them to him and he smiled, satisfied. After giving me the oxycodone he added, "And now go and have fun with your toy."

I snorted but nodded, happy to be able to leave. So I briefly went into one of the shops next to the alley and bought some flowers and chocolate. I felt terribly guilty for leaving him and didn't want him to be upset. It seemed a bit cliché, but I loved to spoil him. Driving to the hotel I sighed. My life had gotten complicated since I'd met Harry. I loved him more than anyone else, but it was tough. In any case, I would never have left him. It was my life, all I had left and I knew he felt the same.

I parked the car and headed for our room. I slowly opened the door and saw Harry roll over on the bed and turn to me, half asleep. He looked at me, confused, "Boo?"

"Good morning my angel," I said softly, walking over to the bed and giving him a sweet kiss. He looked down, blushing as he realized he was naked. I giggled and handed him the flowers. "Sorry I went out, I just wanted to get you something special."

Harry smiled, embarrassed, smelling the scent of the roses with a happy sigh, "They're wonderful ... thank you." He placed the flowers on the nightstand and added, "Last night was ... perfect."

I raised my eyebrows, "Really?" He nodded shyly and I caught his lips in a kiss, "Well, I have to admit it was the best night ever and you were gorgeous ... as always."

I was about to walk away but he grabbed me by my jacket, smashing his lips into mine. I was shocked for a few moments, but then I answered kissing him in my turn, with the same ardor. He made me lie on top of him, smiling against my lips. I ran my tongue on his lower lip and he opened his mouth, allowing my tongue to slip inside and meet his in that usual sensual dance.

My hands moved over his curls, lightly stroking them on the back of his neck. He let out a moan, allowing the kiss to deepen and my heart to speed up his beats. His hands, on the other hand, ran down my chest, onto my hips. But then he frowned, leaning away after feeling the back pocket of my jeans. I stiffened and he looked at me, confused, before taking out the oxycodone bag.

My heart was beating this time with fear. I turned pale and my hands went wet when Harry asked, "Louis ... w-what is this?"

He knew the answer, and he knew I knew it. I swallowed slowly, "O-Oxycodone ..."

He moved from under me, grabbing the sheets to cover his naked body. He turned to me and looked down, remaining silent for a few seconds. Every time a moment passed I felt my nervous agitation growing. The minutes passed seeming like hours, but then he decided to look up, "A-are you on drugs ... again?"

I sighed, relieved, finding some sort of loophole in those words. I reacted by feigning guilt, although it wasn't very difficult since I really felt that way. I nodded solemnly, "Y-Yes ..."

Then he asked me, in a sad tone, "Is that why ... you went out this morning?"

"Yeah, I'm so sorry Harry. Please don't hate me ... "I whispered the last words, because each lie felt like an extra weight on my shoulders. The sense of guilt increased when his gaze fell on me, full of love.

Harry left the envelope beside me, wrapping his arms around my neck, pulling me into a hug. I was shocked by his reaction, but I adored him, and returned his affectionate grip, my arms around his chest. He placed a kiss on my forehead, my heart melting with his every action. Then he left a kiss on each of my cheeks, then on my lips.

He pulled away, letting his arms rest lightly around my neck, loosening his grip from before. He said, "I don't hate you. I know it's hard for you to quit so fast. Don't feel bad or guilty. It is not easy to get out of it. I won't know how it feels or how to handle it ... but I promise to love and support you. " He smiled softly, brushing my hair to one side. "I'll help you, ok? I love you so much and I'll start now! "

I looked at him, confused, and my eyes widened when they saw him grab the package. I jumped on him and grabbed his arm. He winced at my grip, and I let him go, "Sorry baby!"

"S'fine, but you have to stop now, ok? You cannot allow addiction to settle within you. I have to stop you, starting now ... please? Can you do it for me? " he asked him with a sulky expression. I sighed, nodded and he grinned as he walked into the bathroom, the sheets still wrapped around his body. I heard the flush of the toilet and groaned internally, knowing I would have to pay the consequences.

Harry came out of the bathroom with a smile (and a lot of dimples), "See? Now we can get you back on track, again ... "

I gave him a tight smile. That oxycodone was worth about eight hundred euros! What would I have done? We needed that money to pay for the hotel. I couldn't reveal it to Harry though, so I sighed, kissing him. It was so sweet!

He thought I was on drugs ... damn, if only he knew how wrong he was!

***

"798, 799, 800 euros," I counted, handing the money to the landlord.

He smiled, "Well guys," he looked at me slightly unsure, "Now, are you sure you can afford this? I am insistent I know, but you are quite young. "

"Don't worry, he has a fantastic job!" Harry exclaimed with a proud smile. The man, Mr. Daniel, glanced at me and I answered with a tight smile.

He sighed, "Ok, well, you can start moving this week. I will call you when everything is ready. "

I nodded and we got into the car, headed for school. It was almost seven when we left the hotel, so we decided to go see that man. The owner of one of the stores I had consulted had called me the night before, so I had gotten a job that would allow me to stop lying to Harry. I hadn't talked to Spinner about it yet because honestly the reaction he might have had scared me.

When Harry and I arrived at school, I kissed him on the lips and he walked away, entering the main entrance. I looked around carefully and waited a few minutes before getting out of the car too. I spotted Niall, who looked up with a frown. "Hey man, where have you been lately? Your head has been in the clouds for a while ... "

"Oh, I got a job so I'm pretty busy." Technically it wasn't a lie one so it wasn't hard for me to make it credible as a thing.

Niall nodded, "Okay ... well, if you need anything just ask, yes?"

I smiled and we headed to class as soon as the bell rang.