A/N 4.5K reads. That's sick, homie.
So cool(:
I got to see a drug dog tackle someone today, it was pretty legit.
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(Louis' POV)
I woke up, feeling a tight grip around my waist.
Where the hell am I?
You're laying in bed with Harry dumbarse.
Oh... Right...
Faggot.
I am NOT a 'faggot'. I love girls. I don't like dick.
Uh-huh. Sure, twink.
I groaned in frustration and pulled away from Harry, sitting up on the bed and glancing at my phone. It's 2:30 in the morning. I heard Harry let out a small groan when he noticed I wasn't laying on him anymore.
He's so cute.
Fag.
Ugh, I seriously need my pills...
But, you can't have them. You're all out of 'em, until your mum gets back. Which won't be until late night Wednesday. So, you're stuck with me until Thursday or maybe even Friday.
I need to get my thoughts away from this. I was already a dick to Harry... I need to control myself.
But, you can't. You've got no control.
Me: Liam...
Liam: What do you want? It's almost 3 in the fucking morning.
Me: I'm out of pills...
Liam: ... Since when..?
Me: Last night... Which is why I lashed out and was a dick today...
Liam: I should've guessed that. But, I'm still pissed. What you said to H was fucked up.
Me: DON'T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT?!
I angrily replied, my breathing getting heavier as I could feel the anger inside me rising.
Liam: Calm down. Breath.
He's right. Breath, Louis. Just breath.
Or you can stop breathing. That'd be easier on everyone else.
Me: The voices won't stop...
Liam: Are you alone?
