Edited: shoutout to @iHeartWillAndRJ for being the first to comment last chapter x

Uh drugs mentioned?

Uh okay so you're gonna hate me bc this is mostly zouis, sorry sorta, Larry at end tho.

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The next day, Liam met Zayn and well,

Zayn knocked on the door of course, and Liam just had to be the one to open it. Louis swore underneath his breath, as he heard their voices carry up to his room. He slipped on some jeans, and a loose white shirt. He messed his hair to the side, and quickly ran downstairs to do damage control.

Zayn was sitting in the living room, and Liam quickly pulled Louis into the kitchen.

"What is going on?" Liam demanded lowly.

"What do you mean?" Louis asked, smiling sweetly.

"Why, is there a tattooed, smoke, weed smelling guy sitting in our living room right now?" Liam was not joking around.

"Oh, Zayn, he's my friend!" Louis bit his lower lip, "I'm not allowed to have friends?"

"Friends? Did you pick him off the street corner or something?" Liam exclaimed incredulously.

Louis tilted his head to the side, deep in thought, Liam groaned lowly, "Well, you're not wrong." Louis mumbled.

"You honestly would, well, honestly. It's your life, you're obviously not going to listen to me, just, promise me you'll make good decisions?" Liam held out his pinky.

"What are we, 8?" Louis rolled his eyes. Liam gave him a pointed look. "Yeah, whatever." And Louis entwined his own pinky. "Now, I'm going to go out, and I'll see you later, don't wait up," Louis walked away, Liam sighed heavily, and went to pour himself some tea. He heard Zayn and Louis talk, and then the loud sound of the front door opening and closing.

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Zayn had a sleek, black car. Louis' insides jumped at the sight of the expensive vehicle. "Hey, who was that guy, last night? Boyfriend? You never mentioned-"

"He was no one, honestly. We had a thing but it died out quickly." Louis smiled faintly, they got into the car and Zayn only nodded.

"That's good." Zayn muttered, he turned to Louis, a smirk gracing his lips, "and even if he was your boyfriend, just because there's a goalie doesn't mean I can't score." and he leaned over and pressed his lips against Louis'.

Louis smiled and kissed him back, although he was slightly taken aback. Zayn pulled away and started the car, he drove them into the city. Louis listened to his voice, he did have a nice voice, it was pretty melodic and Louis wondered if he could sing. They arrived to a secluded part of the city. "Hey, you cool right?" Zayn said.

"Yeah?" Louis asked. "Why?"

"Ever smoked weed?" Zayn inquired. Louis shook his head, "do you want to?"

Louis was ready to say no, tell Zayn he'd wait in the car, but then he remembered Harry's words, that he was too fragile, that he was too soft. And well, Louis really wanted to prove him wrong. But, still, he's only known Zayn for a week. Louis doesn't think he's bad, and he's always been curious about the drug itself, but he's never had the courage to do it, well, he's never had the opportunity. But, here it was.

"It's okay if not, do you mind coming in anyway? It'll be a quick stop, I promise. I won't make you do anything you don't want to do, okay love?" Zayn said kindly. And wow, okay, Louis nodded. They got out, and walked into the nice looking building.

The smell was slightly intense, and Louis quickly grabbed Zayn's hand. He shuddered as they walked down some stairs, and into a slightly hazy room.

"Zayn! Mate, where ya been? Long time no see, the usual?" A blonde haired male called out, Zayn turned towards the sound and they walked over to him. Louis didn't pay attention to what they were saying. His eyes curiously searching the room. When Zayn pocketed something, they turned towards the other rooms. Louis' eyes widened when they walked through a room where three people were at a table, white powder perfectly alined, he shuddered and buried his head against Zayn's arms.

They made it back outside and Zayn smiled faintly. "See, not so bad? Now, weed, that's not a bad drug, all it does is calms you down, and heightens your senses, it's exhilarating, really. All it gives you is a good time, but what they were doing, coke? That'll mess you up, weed, isn't so bad. Let's go back to my place? We can chill out, and you can tell me about yourself, yeah?"

"Okay," Louis whispered, and Zayn smiled and kissed his cheek. Louis' mind still reeling about what he had seen in that building. He knows Zayn smokes, and he wonders if so does Harry.

Then he wonders, how bad would it be to try it?

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Zayn is lying on the couch, a blunt in his lips, Louis is curled up at the other end. Every now and then Zayn makes little puffs of white smoke leave his lips and Louis gnaws on his lower lip in anticipation. They speak about many things, mainly what Louis was doing in uni. What he wanted to be, and he had to admit, Zayn was great at listening.

Towards the later evening, after Zayn has made them food and they're in his room, bodies entwined, Zayn asks, "Can I kiss you?"

And Louis wants to shake his head, he's seen Zayn smoke through at least four of those now, but Zayn doesn't seem fazed at all. And, Louis thinks Zayn is still Zayn and nothing bad can happen, so he says yes. Zayn laughs, and leans down to kiss Louis' lips, only for a second.

Louis smiles, blue eyes looking deep into Zayn's brown ones. Zayn grins back, and then his mouth is against Louis', this time with more urgency.

Louis gasped quietly, turning away from Zayn, Zayn's mouth settles on his neck, making bruises against his skin. Louis moans, and tilts his head back, Zayn pressed their bodies closer together, and that's when Louis shivers. It feels good, it feels so good.

Zayn pulls back abruptly. Louis frowns, and he looks back to see Zayn rolling another blunt. He's got the feeling of Zayn's lips on his neck in his head, and he laughs like it's funny as he takes the blunt away from Zayn's fingers and places it in between his own lips. Zayn is surprised, but he gets the lighter, And Louis freezes because is this really happening?

Zayn lights up the end, and Louis takes it out of his mouth and hands it over to Zayn. Zayn smiles and shakes his head, he takes it into his mouth, and inhales deeply. He shows this to Louis a few times.

Louis is nervous, but he takes it in his fingers and puts it into his lips. He inhales, and he really wants to cough, but he drags it out a few times, and coughs slightly. His lungs are on fire, but it settles and he actually feels okay. He doesn't think the world is going to collapse. His smile becomes lazy, and then he's laughing.

Zayn smiles, and kisses his cheek. Louis finished it, and he's awed that he managed to do so. Zayn is pushing him back against the bed, and Louis lets him. He lets Zayn touch him, in such intimate ways that should have burned Louis' cheek.

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He's back home, and he's trying to turn the key in the door, behind him Zayn is already pulling out. Louis waves back, as he finally manages to open the door. He's inside and shutting it tightly behind him as he locks it. The house is empty, he wonders where Liam is but pays no mind.

He makes his way up into his room, slightly giggling. It's at his doorway that he stops. There's somebody sitting on his bed. When he moves forward they turn to look at him. Long, dark brown curls and piercing green eyes. Louis laughs, because yeah, of course Harry never does listen.

Harry zeroes in on him, on his posture, on the smell. He's quickly standing to his feet. "You're high." He states incredulously.

"Maybe, maybe not." Louis grins cheekily. He walks over to his dresser and starts to change. Harry coughs awkwardly.  Louis turns to him, a sweet smile on his face. "It's all your loss," he gingerly steps out of his jeans.

Harry shakes his head, "why are you high?"

"Why do you care?" Louis retorts.

"Why? Because I just fucking met you three months ago, last time I checked you're not a druggy or a slut, what the hell has gotten into you?" Harry exclaimed.

Louis rolled his eyes, "there's a whole world out there Harold, a world that I didn't care for, but it's not so bad."

"You're not supposed to be high," Harry almost yelled.

"You get high, hypocrisy much?" Louis questioned.

"Lou," Harry shook his head, "don't go down this road. Don't do it."

"I was with Zayn. He's nice." Louis ignored him. "He asked me to be his." Harry didn't say anything. "I said okay, he's a good person."

"But, you don't want him." Harry pointed out. He stepped closer to Louis. "Stop playing games Louis."

"What games?" Louis asked.

"Don't use him, to get back at me. Don't get high and ruin your life. Don't do it." Harry warned.

"What the hell do you care?"

"Because you're better than this!" Harry yelled. "Liam would hate you, you'd lose your best friend, and Zayn? He's nothing different than me I'm willing to bet."

"Can you just go? I'm sleepy."

"Lou, love, please." and that's when Louis loses it.

"Fuck off Harry, don't call me love, don't call me Lou. You said it yourself, I'm too fragile. I'm too sheltered, the world has drugs, and bad people and one way or another I was going to come across them. And maybe bad people are just good people trying to disguise themselves and maybe drugs are just the governments way to profit, honestly I don't know. But I know this, you don't want me so what the hell-"

"I never said I didn't want you," Harry whispered.

"What?"

"I said I didn't want to sleep with you so quickly off the bat, I said we should take it slow. But now you're just turning into a druggie slut, you're no different than anyone else I fuck. You want me to fuck you? Fine," and Harry looked towards the bed. "You want to be treated like a whore? Fine, get on up on the bed, make one sound and you'll regret it."

Louis shivered, he walked over to his bed and did as told. He felt Harry's presence behind him. And then gently, a hand pushed him down. The same hand, trailed up and down his back. Featherlike touches against the cloth. He felt warm lips against his shoulder, but everything was gentle and slow, too gentle and slow, and before Louis knew it, he was falling asleep.

Harry sighed, he shook his head and grabbed Louis' comforter, gently tugging it over Louis' sleeping body. He brushed his hair away from his eyes. Watching the way his eyelashes settled perfectly against the top of his cheekbones. His lips, a soft pink that Harry desperately wanted to kiss.

But, not now, not like this. He pulls back and presses a kiss to the top of Louis' head. He fears things will only get worse, but he hopes Louis has the strength to stop himself from doing things.

He goes over to the window, he looks back, taking one more look at Lou, before disappearing from the window, and onto the tree that was its neighbor before jumping to the ground and running into the night
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When Louis wakes up the next day, he's angry, completely and utterly furious. He doesn't have time to think about what he had done with Zayn, only focusing on how Harry had left him once more looking completely desperate and embarrassing.

He ignores Liam who is downstairs making breakfast. He's done playing nice.  If Harry doesn't want him, fine. There's plenty others who do. And sooner or later Harry will have to see exactly what he's missing out on.

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End note:
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And the strength of a human is incredible,
How much can a single person take?
The beauty of seeing someone come apart
Is like no other
To see them vulnerable
And hurting
The fire die out in their eyes
The color gone from their skin
Well,
Now that's an art form
In itself.