warning: drug use

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"haz, you've gone soft," was the first thing zayn said when harry walked into the kitchen. he was sitting at the table rolling a blunt, listening to some music as harry sat down with a cup of coffee and his phone.

"huh?"

"you've gone soft. you used to be this badass who gave zero fucks and you meet this guy and suddenly it's high school all over again. you gush about him and can't stop smiling and shit. it's cute and all but you, my brother, are whipped."

harry glares at him while he takes a gulp of his drink. "no way. 'm not soft. i'm just romantic."

"mhm. and i'm ugly. okay," zayn rolled his eyes and he finished rolling, putting the lighter to it to seal the wetness. harry couldn't help but laugh at his best friend.

"i'm just nervous, z. he doesn't know yet and i don't want to fuck up what we have," harry said as he glanced down at the table.

which was true. he didn't want to scare the lad off. knowing that he deals drugs, shoots people, kills people from time to time, makes him wonder how louis would take it. maybe he would laugh and be like "you're kidding," or end up beating the shit out of harry. maybe he would be calm about it, maybe he would walk off and not talk to him ever again.

harry really didn't want to risk it but he had to.

"if he doesn't fuck with it then he doesn't," zayn shrugged. "if he leaves he's a puss."

"not everyone is oblivious to feelings like you, bud. i like him a lot."

zayn hummed and lit the blunt, shrugging. "i wanna meet him."

harry watched as he hit the spliff and took it when passed to him, hitting it himself. "come to bounty with me, then."

"he's a bar boy?"

"bartender," harry corrected. "yes. 's how we met."

"how romantic," his friend teased.

"shut up," harry hit the blunt and passed it back. and that's how their morning went. fried out of their minds, making waffles when they got the munchies and chilled in the living room watching netflix until louis called harry.

"hello?" harry said.

"hi," louis chuckles. "you sound tired."

"'m on cloud nine right now," harry replied and smiled stupidly. "what's up, babes?"

"nothing much, just wanted to talk to you. i gotta be at work at six."

"what time is it now?' harry questioned, glancing at the clock by the tv.

"two," louis sighs.

"come to my place. i miss you," harry pouted, throwing a pillow at zayn when he coughed out a loud "WHIPPED AS FUCK!" and laughed.

"who was that?"

"zayn," harry laughed again when zayn kept making jokes.

"oh, my best friend who doesn't know he's my best friend?"

"exactly," harry hummed. "can you come over? please?"

louis gave a dramatic sigh and showed up at harry's flat thirty minutes later with his backpack that had his work clothes, charger and some snacks in it. harry gave him a tight hug and kissed him and louis smirked. "you're high as a kite right now, aren't you?"

"no," harry feigned innocence and louis giggled, walking to the living room with him.

"zayn, this is louis. lou, this is zayn. he's my best friend and my side bitch."

"no way," zayn snorted. "never in my life would that ever happen."

louis stiffled a snort and looked over at the other man. he was scrolling through his phone, cuddled up in the recliner under a blanket. his hair was pulled back in a tiny ponytail and he looked up at louis, gasping. "holy shit, he's short."

"that's the first thing you got to say? no 'hello it's nice to meet you' or nothing?" louis crossed his arms, rolling his eyes playfully when harry wrapped his arms around him and laid his chin on the top of his head.

"you're cute, it's okay," harry hums.

"yeah, yeah," louis leaned back into him.

zayn chuckled. "hi, 'm zayn." it came out more as zen but louis didn't say anything. "harry talks nonstop about you. you've ruined my best friend."

"sorry?" louis shrugs and harry pulled him down to the couch. harry was handsy when he was high. louis kinda liked it.

"do you smoke?" zayn asked.

"smoke what?"

"mm, stoner," zayn teased. louis shrugs again and laid his head on harry's shoulder. harry carded his hand through lou's hair and whispered something in his ear, making him laugh.

"do you wanna smoke?"

"i can't, i gotta go to work later."

"how late is later?" zayn pouted. smoking with harry got boring after a while. he wanted a new smoke buddy and louis seemed like he was the perfect one.

"six," louis replied.

"mate, that gives us three hours. c'mon," zayn whined from across the living room. "harry's lame when he's stoned."

harry flips him off and throws a blanket over him and louis when he noticed louis slightly shivering. the small boy thanked him and cuddled into harry's side, relaxing in his arms. he loved the way he felt protected when around harry, as if he wouldn't let anything or anyone hurt him while he was there.

"fine," louis huffs and zayn cheers as he darts to his room to get some more weed.

harry rubbed louis' arm, giving his shoulder a small reassuring squeeze. "he's okay, love. he just gets excited when he smokes."

"i get fucking stupid," louis giggled, looking up at harry. "and you seem really calm."

"weed is the best thing ever," harry says and ducks down to kiss him. louis doesn't protest. he hummed when harry pulled him closer and he scooted up to where he was sitting on harry's lap. his neck was hurting from being craned up and he was sure harry's was a little sore as well.

his knees were on either side of harry's thighs, digging into the cushions below them. his hands were on harry's shoulders, slowly creeping up to his hair and harry's hands were gripping louis' thighs. he gave out a small whine as louis pulled on his locks.

"kinky," louis mumbled against his lips, giggling and returning to kissing the man. harry rubbed his legs and sides as they made out and prodded his tongue against louis' lips.

louis obviously wasn't inexperienced because soon their tongues were gliding against eachother and louis couldn't help but feel aroused at the fact that harry wasn't moving his hands and keeping to himself out of respect for louis.

zayn came back in, lighting the blunt. "fire in the hole, love birds."

louis pulled back, licking his lips and turned his head. "i call dueces."

harry chuckled and leaned his head back against the couch. his (and louis' too) lips were redder than cherries, on fire and craving more. louis did unexplainable things to him.

louis was straddling him throughout the whole rotation. harry would occasionally rub his thigh and kiss his jaw as he hit the blunt, making him squirm. fuck, he was such a tease.

two blunts in and louis was slumped. he was cuddled up to harry, whining that he was super stoned and harry could only agree with him.

"is this what your life is like every day?" louis asked, his breath tickling harry's neck.

"kinda," zayn shrugged.

"lucky," louis keened. "i wanna live your life."

"oh no you don't," zayn snorts. "if you're this ripped after two blunts i couldn't imagine how you are after a few more."

"can't overdose, probably just get stuck," lou shrugs and harry laughed as he scrolled through youtube on his playstation. he decided to watch some vlogs of liza and david and then switched to some music.

"i got the fucking munchies," harry grunts. "babe, are you hungry?"

louis hums a small 'mhm' against his shoulder. zayn said he was too once harry asked and harry ordered some pizza, getting whatever louis wanted and zayn pitched in on some breadsticks. louis tried to pitch in on some wings but harry denied it, telling him he's got it.

after harry's protesting, louis huffed and slipped the money into harry's pocket. "just keep it then. i just want some fucking wings."

"and i'm getting you your wings, pretty boy," harry said and kissed his neck softly. "pick a song."

louis played dark night dummo by trippie red and zayn turned the volume up, going along with the song. louis got up and went to the kitchen, returning with drinks and the bag of chips that was in his backpack.

zayn turned on 'plug walk' and had louis watch the video. louis ended up laughing his ass off when he watched the alien try to bury his face in some girl's boobs and when he snorted between his laughs, harry broke out in laughter as well. soon they were all laughing hard enough that louis fell off of the couch and was clutching his stomach because one of the three would end up doing something completely dumb and make the situation funnier.

their food came and louis paid for it when harry gave him the cash and he came back in with three boxes of pizza, a container of wings and a bag of breadsticks. harry hopped up and took them from him, louis fussing because harry was 'running off with his wings' and the boys went to the kitchen to get rid of their munchies.

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this is how i imagine zouis smoking in fics and shit so yeeeeeeeee (:

here's an update because its 10:30 am and im bored and have to go to class in 2 hours. (: