this is kind of a stupid little filler. enjoyyyyy

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zayn has been recovering well. he's stingy and ridiculous for not going to an actual hospital and seeking medical treatment. but he's thankful that louis knew what to do and helped him out. his arm hurts like a bitch. it's been wrapped up for a few days now, and harry helps him put burn cream on the wound before he goes to bed and when he wakes up.

louis has been texting him asking if he's okay and if he needs anything. zayn would typically reply with something along the lines of 'a blunt' or 'twenty ounces of bud and a nice nap', making louis laugh.

lou🌿: zaynnnnn what do i do

zayn😵: for wut

lou🌿: i need to get harry something for christmas!

zayn😵: the booty

lou🌿: ZAYN

zayn😵: WHAT

lou🌿: NO

zayn😵: AW CMON

lou🌿: NO

zayn😵: there's this band that he likes & i think they're coming to london soon. check out ticket prices & i can help out if you want? cause i lowkey wanna go too

lou🌿: what band

zayn😵: imagine dragons

lou🌿: LIT

zayn😵: TAKE HIM TO THE CONCERT BRO

lou🌿: THANKS BRO

zayn😵: oh and he likes rings and watches too

lou🌿: i can get a nuva ring thats ab it

zayn😵: WOW

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louis sucked on a piece of ice as he scrolled through the online site to get tickets. he put back a little bit from each check to get some presents, and he thinks this might be the coolest one yet.

they're cheap, holy shit. seventy five a ticket for decent seating. he and zayn could go fifty-fifty and they could get three tickets for a little over two hundred bucks. plus if they bought food or shirts, but zayn or harry would probably end up covering that since they blow their money half the time.

he texted zayn and told him the price and zayn was satisfied with it.

his day went by slowly. it consisted of cleaning up the dorm and freeing his mind into the world of music. he ordered chinese when liam got home (because the man was craving crab rangoon and begged louis to call if he paid) and they spent their evening roaming netflix and texting.

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louis called harry, and his reasoning made his boyfriend almost piss himself.

"haz?"

"yeeeeees?"

"can you sell my friend some bud?"

harry gasped in dramatic shock. "my little lou, making drug deals? 'm kiddin', uh..yeah? i guess?"

louis hummed and kicked his legs. "how much can he get for fifty?"

"five grams," harry replied. "ten a g. who is it?"

"niall," louis snorted. "lad's going to a birthday party and he needed a present. his friend is a party animal so i told him weed."

"my smart boy," harry cooed. louis couldn't help but blush and giggle. harry's compliments and dopey remarks made louis happier than little mumbo from happy feet. "when does he want it?"

"if we can get it to him tonight that'd be okay," louis said softly. he looked down at his sock covered feet. they had the transformers logo scattered on them in different colors. "are you really okay with it?"

"babe, i'm fine with it. the real question is are you okay with it?"

"i mean...if i told my friend that my boyfriend could sell him some nice ass smoke, then i guess i'm okay with it," louis chuckled. they discussed when and where he (or they) could meet up with the man and they hung up because liam came back with groceries and louis had to help him put them away.

louis' comfort was increasing with the fact that harry had a unique occupation. it wasn't often that you had a partner say, "hey i'm in a gang blah blah blah," but louis didn't mind. honestly, all harry really did around him was sell some weed here and there, smoke, and go meet with zayn's dad -- unlike zayn, who sold coke, pills, weed and lsd tabs. he's never been there for a heist, harry doesn't mention any details about them, and louis is content with that. harry respects his wishes, that's all that matters.

liam has yet to find out. niall barely understands, he just knows that harry's best friend smokes and when louis told him he could get some for him he was satisfied because now he wouldn't have to worry about stressing over a present his friend may not like. plus louis was trying to show harry that he could kind of help out if he needed it but wouldn't directly say it.

so when niall got a bunch of pot and harry got an extra fifty bucks later that night, louis was alright with being the middle man. to him, he's making his people happy. 'cause weed makes everyone happy.

louis was in the middle of working on an anatomy diagram when his bed dipped. he glanced up from his state of concentration and smiled when he saw his boyfriend in the room with a bag from the gas station.

"liam told me where the spare key was," harry shrugged before louis could ask him how he got in. "i saw him at the store and he said you were home if i wanted to come by."

"liam's a dork," louis chuckled. harry gave him the bag after taking his soda out of it and louis rolled his eyes. "you didn't have to do this."

"i didn't know if you needed any," harry shrugged yet again as louis pulled out a pack of cigarettes and put them on his nightstand. harry got him some snacks and something to drink as well. "i figured you were doing homework 'cause you're a nerd and got you some food."

louis cooed and leaned over to kiss him. "nevermind, you're the dork."

harry toed his boots off and propped himself up against the mattress. "do you need any help?"

"no, i think 'm good. thank you though, babe," louis tilted his head and kissed harry's jaw. "it's due tomorrow and i always do my stuff late."

"we better start working on that then, hm?" harry smirked. louis nodded with a 'mhm' and returned to his work. it was on blood types and louis had to make the cells different colors to know which type was which, so he just used the colors to take notes about them as well to help him remember.

ab was red, a was green, b was blue and o was black. harry watched as his little medic nerd continued to work. he was bouncing back and forth between the four colors, scribbling things with them. when louis finished, he tossed his textbook into the floor and flopped back onto his bed.

"you're so sexy when you're concentrated, y'know?" harry teased and laid on his side. louis turned his head to look at him.

"yeah?"

harry hummed in agreement. "i think it's attractive when you get stuck in a zone and work."

"well i think it's attractive when your head is between my legs but i'm not sayin' anything," louis smirked as he spoke.

cocky.

"is that so?" harry's eyes lit up. louis stared at him for a moment before nodding. "well then i guess i'm just gonna get sexier, aren't i?"

"i mean, you kinda can't get any more than you are now, harold," louis put his work to the side and hummed teasingly. "but if you're up for trying.."

harry sat up on his knees and reached for louis' pants, getting to work.

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was this okay? like ive said previously i dont want to make this story go too fast so im just trying to make things go smooth before the storm hits. i have hella ideas in mind for this fic! im actually proud of myself for pushing forward with it!

ive slowly come to liking night shift more than ink and innocence. im not sure why but iai is just a remake for now. ive gotten a bit of writers block towards it but im trying. :/