•Louis•

Half an hour until 11, and Zayn was currently in the drivers seat, with a pissed off expression while I say staring out the window, a small Baggie with our usual load hidden in my pocket.

Zayn was only pissed because he thought we were going to be late, because it had taken me forever to finally get up and leave the house. If we were late it means whatever share we got of the sale would cease to exist. He had just gotten done shouting "We risk out lives for this shit, might as well make it worthwhile!" I had just shrugged and turned back to the window.

"Damnit Lou," Zayn said, I glanced at him momentarily rolling my eyes.

"Calm the fuck down! We will get there on time!" I said carelessly. In all honesty I didn't care.

"What's the address?" Zayn demanded when finally 10 minutes later we came upon the street address, my reply was too slow because he muttered saying "never mind," and pulled into a open space in front of a house, normally we wouldn't do that, but there was already 3 other cars around the house so it would not look out of place.

I quickly slammed the door open, and slammed it shut as I made my way to the front steps hand tightly around the baggie.

In these what I like to call "home runs," Zayn and I would casually walk up to the door, ask for the person and just give them the bag. It wasn't exactly inconspicuous but it worked, and they usually meant more money for us since it took more of a risk. Though they happened rarely.

Zayn knocked on the door, and we could hear steady music through the thin wood. Soon the door was opening and a guy with scene like black hair was looking at us, his eyes red rimmed. I glanced at Zayn, he obviously looked like he was drunk, alcohol and cocaine did not mix well, but it wasn't our problem what they decided to do with it.

"Yeah?" The scene guy asked.

"Uhm a Jake?" Zayn asked quietly, I glared at the guy and took out my hand, only giving the guy a glimpse of what I had.

"Oh...ohh," the scene guy said, and then he grinned.

"Hey Jake, come here!" The kid shouted and ran back into the house only to come back with a guy with dark brown hair.

"Yeah?" The new guy said in a bored voice.

"Look, you got the money cause we got the shit," Zayn said impatiently, he always hated these types of runs.

"Jake" looked up, giving Zayn a once over and looking over at me. My hand dropped the Baggie deeper into my pocket.

"Jake?" I whispered quietly. He gave a sly grin. It was Jake...my Jake.

"Hey Lou," he said, reaching for my arm. Zayn shot me a questioning look, but I ignored him. I never thought I would ever see the man that stood in front of me ever again. It's been almost 3 years, and now....he was right here acting like nothing ever happened, like he never lied, like nothing went wrong.

"Why don't you stay yeah Lou?" Jake said, his smirk growing wider.

I let myself be pulled inside, feeling Jakes arm wrap around my waist, Zayn's shout of protest. I vaguely heard myself tell him to go, that I would catch up with him later. Right now that didn't matter, all that mattered was that the one guy who broke me I had basically just welcomed back into my life.

The coolness of his hand on my arm, reminded me of where I was. But he hushed me as he passed over a quick line, I stared at the white crystals. Knowing I could get up and leave. In the midst of my thoughts I heard the laughing of a nerdy, curly haired lad, nonetheless I sniffed in the line, feeling the familiar burning sensation in my nose.

"LOU!" Zayn shouted at me, I shot him a "what the fuck do you want," type of look.

"We gotta go!" He said more urgently. The effects of the drugs were already making their way through my system and clouding my thoughts so I just shrugged, hearing the jeers of the other teenage guys in the room.

I felt a hand on my thigh, I saw Jakes hand lying carelessly there, "I've missed you," he said leaning in, the slight smell of alcohol in his breath. Somewhere in the back of my mind I recognized that tone of voice in which he spoke by. It was his indifferent voice hidden behind emotionless words.

He didn't miss me, he didn't care, he didn't anymore than he did those years ago. Of course that was my mind talking, and my body fueled by drugs and sadness didn't think about that, so I just grinned and said "Yeah, I miss you too,"

"Louis Tomlinson get up!" Zayn shouted tugging me free of Jake's side, I glared at him and swung at him. He quickly duck down, and had pure shock written on his face when he straightened back up. Out of all the years we have been best mates, out of all our drunken nights, drugged mistakes we had never once swung at each other.

"We are leaving right now, and you," Zayn said turning toward Jake. "I don't know who you are, but you have obviously hurt Louis so I suggest you fuck off," had the hurt and shock on my face been so obvious? I never told Zayn anything, he was a great friend but he would never understand anything.

"No Zayn," I said angrily, trying to pull back.

"Lou, you want coke? I'll get you some, not here though, okay?" Zayn said his words slow and careful.

"Why the hell not?" I demanded.

Zayn glared at me. "I don't trust these guys, they just bought a shit load of coke what good could that bring?" He almost yelled.

True, we only ever shared a few lines. They bought like 2 grand worth of it.

"Whatever," I said, pushing past him and walking to the car. I heard him sigh, and heard his footsteps follow me.

I was still dazed from the first line of coke I had done. I didn't talk much on the ride back home, Zayn doesn't show his "caring" ways often, but when he does (barely ever) I somehow find myself listening. Though I know when I was better tomorrow, I would definetly question him on tonight's actions.

"Lou, who's Jake? When you saw him, it looked like you were about to cry or scream," I heard Zayn ask.

I closed my eyes. "Just someone from the past,"

Hopefully that someone wouldn't be in the present.

•~•

•Marcel• {A couple days later}

"CANDY THAT ISN'T A TOY," I shouted to my short girl friend, who was currently running around with my laptop.

"Woah!" My moms voice came through as she walked through the door. Candy squealed, and my laptop fell on the couch. I ran an exasperated hand through my slicked back hair, and glanced at my mom. Silently hoping she wouldn't question the fact that I had a girl over.

"Marcel who is this?" My mom asked, her eyes getting wide.

"Uhm," I said biting my lip. Candy blushed and walked over to my mom, "I'm Candy, Marcel's ...friend," she said glancing towards me.

"Yeah," I said breathlessly.

"Well you're really pretty," my mom says, and she throws a wink in my direction.

I rolled my eyes, first she thought I was gay, now she thinks I like Candy. My mother is so special.

"Well, I'm going to make some pizza, Candy would you like to stay over? Marcel why don't you invite Liam and Niall over, haven't had them over in quite some time," she said as she made her way across the living room towards the kitchen.

"Yeah okay," I said.

"I'm sorry about that she's just, she's not used to me having people over," I stammered out. Candy smiled.

"I get it, so you gonna invite the boys over or what?" She says walking over to me, picking up my laptop on the way.

I shrugged, I didn't really know. Liam and I hadn't had a full conversation in quite some time and things were still slightly awkward since...well Louis. I felt like things were still being held inside, and not everything was out in the open. Secrets were still being kept.

Niall well, still a cheery person, with too much time on their hands to play footie with.

"I guess, they seem to like you though," I said, reaching for my phone and sending a quick text to Niall and Liam.

Candy shrugged, "I don't know you know, they are fun, and Niall is a sweetie and so is Liam but they seem off, like I don't think they like me," she said, sitting on the couch.

Did I forget to mention she didn't know about the Liam, Louis and I situation? I didn't want her to have anything against Liam, he didn't know any better.

"I'm sure they like you," I said.

She grimaced but then her face slightly lit up. "We never got to finish our conversation that one day," she suddenly said.

"About what," I said feigning that I didn't know what she was talking about.

"About you and Louis?" She said. I sighed.

"There's nothing to say," I said with all my force.

"I meant what I said you know," she said quietly.

"What?" I asked.

"I think he really does care about you, I mean when he left the bathroom that one day he was shaking and crying, an did you see his new tattoo? It's a swallow," she said quietly.

"So?" I said, indifferently.

"Marcel, you're favourite Bird is a swallow," she stated.

I turned away.

"Louis, he's alot of things, but there's one thing he isn't, and that is he's not a very truthful, caring person," I said.

"I do-" she was saying but then the bell rang. We were tense, just looking at each other, which is why I don't bring Louis up. He brings bad things to my mind.

Mostly sad, sad things.

I don't want to be sad.

I started walking towards the door. "Wait." Candy shouted. I looked at her and she was blushing.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Can I do something I've really wanted to do for the longest of time?" She asked.

I grinned nodding. "Continue as you may," she said grinning.

I shot her a questioning look but nonetheless walked towards the door, when suddenly I felt a great pressure on my back and a laughing, bubbly Candy shouting.

"To Narnia," as her arms went around my neck, and I finally caught on, on what she meant and I fixed her legs around my waist.

Her behavior brought a surprised laugh from my lips.

"You would," I said, she laughed.

"Just trying to lighten the mood," she said laughing.

I smiled at her, and weirdly tried to open the door, but instead of the boys being at the door, it was a disheveled looking Zayn.

"I need your help," was all he said.

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A/n

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