Louis watched Harry through the mirror, but still having his head turned into his as he listened and god, he could cry from how delicate and nonjudgmental the younger boy's voice was. His breathing hitched before increasing as Harry moved his shirt further up, but for once, he didn't suck in his stomach or pull away, he just kept his eyes on the curly haired boy and let his body feel Harry's against it. His skin was soft, carefully, treating Louis like he was something special or unique and he couldn't stop his heart from racing so fast he was sure it would pulse through his ribcage and onto the floor below them. Just like he couldn't stop the tears that finally brimmed his waterline and blurred his vision. He didn't answer Harry's last question, which really was his own at first, instead turning and throwing his arms around the boy's waist and holding him tight. "H-Happy tears.. Promise.." He choked out because they were. How he got so lucky to find someone like Harry, in fact, just to find Harry himself. This beautiful, sad, broken boy that had every right to mock and jab at him was using and spending his time trying to make him feel better and feel loved. "You're so special to me, Harry. You're too good to me, for me." He mumbled, closing his eyes for just a moment before pulling back and using the sleeve of the jumper to wipe at his eyes. However, he held a rare and special smile that if Harry had known him before the accident, would know that it's his 'I love you' smile.

Harry smiled back at Louis softly, tilting his head down slightly to kiss the corners of Louis eyes, pulling an arms length away, eyes flickering around Louis face, taking ever detail he possibly could, wanting nothing more then to be able to keep it up there until they finally left together as promised. Harry pulled Louis close to his chest once more before finally detaching himself from the elder. "Let me get dressed and well go in a second, yeah?" Harry said, turning his back to Louis as he wondered over to the dresser before pulling out a random black long sleeved V-neck, and a pair of blue jeans. He looked at Louis and twisting his finger in the air indicating he wanted Louis to turn, completely forgetting about the mirror while a shy smile lit up his features. Once the boy was turned, he did the same, untying the towel from his waist before letting it drop to the ground, sighing as he forgot about boxers. Harry turned slightly, pulling on his underwater drawer before picking a pair at random, quickly slipping them on before the rest of his clothes.

Louis giggled softly as he saw Harry's bum in the mirror and covered his eyes when he turned a little to the side. It ridiculous, really, because Louis' gotten him off twice so not only as he felt it, but he's seen it. Yet, he feels so innocent and adorable about it when he's outside of those situations because when he's just him, really him, he's still that fifteen year old boy who spend his virgin life in theatre class and at his friend's football games. He's naïve and playful, much like the powders Harry has makes him, and that's why he likes them so much; because he can be himself and forget what's really happened. He can be that fifteen year old little boy that is carefree and light. No scars, no pain, no heartache. Eventually though, Harry is finished and immediately Louis grabs his hand and slots their fingers together, tugging softly. "C'mon." He whines childishly. "Powders and flowers. Look! I rhymed!" He laughed, reaching up on his toes to kiss Harry's cheek.

Harry smiled widely,loving how attached the older boy was to him, making it okay for the younger boy to be just as clingy, witch Harry liked an awful lot. Harry walked with Louis threw the house and out the front door, before-"Shit," Harry sighed, a small smile on his lips at his own stupidity. "Wait here." He sighed out, lifting his and Louis conjoined hands to his lips before placing a kiss to the boys knuckles, as if apologizing for letting his hand slip from the elders. Harry quickly ran back into the house, up the stairs, down the hall, and into his and Louis room, quickly grabbing the coke before running back out of the room he and Louis shared, up the hall, down the stairs and out of the house. He was back at Louis side in a mere minute, stuffing the packaged powder in his jean pocket before filling the spaces between each finger with Louis' fingers, a smile back on his lips as they once again began there walk to the flower fill field.

Louis groaned and whined when Harry told him to wait before scrunching up his nose and blushing slightly at the younger boy's kiss. He watched him disappear and hummed to himself, swinging his arms softly against the breeze before his hand was caught again and his smile had returned. He practically skipped and bounced on his toes as they walked before finally getting to the field and making sure his feet stayed on the trail they had made the day before. He lead Harry to the middle before sitting him down and straddling his lap like he always did and dragged his index finger over Harry's lips while opening his own mouth, already so use to the routine of the substance. However, his eyes stay focused on the curly haired boy's and his other hand is already looped around the boy because he has this pull and need to always being holding or touching Harry. Not that he is complaining one bit.

Harry smiles at the boys open affection, finding it adorable but also heartwarming, like he wanted the boys touch, even if it wasn't skin on skin, he still wanted it. Harry wasn't going to go as far as needing it, but wanting was enough for him. Harry wrapped one arm around Louis slim waist, smile on his lips as he used the other to fish around for the baggie that contained the drug both boys had grown quite fond of. Harry pulled his hand away from Louis waist to open the bag, and of course to bring up to Louis mouth as he traced the rim of Louis lips, fascinated by the way the tan of his skin mixed with the flesh like colour, something he never really payed much notice to. Harry let his finger slowly slip past Louis thin lips, the skin like velvet under the pad of his index. Harry's lips parted for Louis' finger as well, before encasing the tip of Louis finger, tongue swirling around it before giving it a playful bite, a small smile tightening Harry's lips. Harry held eye contact with Louis the hole time being, taking in the boy his orbs danced with excitement.

Louis moaned slightly when feeling the playful bite, before pulling his and Harry's fingers away to dip the both in the bag, kind of liking how he got to semi-control the actions this time. He pulled their fingers out and led Harry's back between his lips before slipping his own to the younger boy's. He sucked smoothly and licked teasingly before cleaning Harry's finger completely clean with greed. He let the pale digit slip from his lips with a small pant and pulled his own finger so that he could close the bag again. He watched just a moment, keep his blue eyes trained and focused on the green ones in front of him. He could feel his heart start to pick up its beat and pace like it always does when Harry looks at him like that; making him feel desired and wanted. He moved to curl his arms around the taller boy's neck, pulling him close so that their chest were flush against each other's and smiled. "I'm quite fond and smitten with you, Harry." He said softly, not really paying attention to what he's saying or how he'll probably act because he honestly doesn't care and Harry probably won't either. They may just be enjoying each other's time or trying to help the other become happy again, but from his side of things, he honestly wants to keep Harry for life. His fingers curly and play at the base of the boy's head as he always does before using the to push Harry's head closer, licking across his bottom lip. He smiled quickly, cutely, before leaning in and kissing him softly.

Harry smiled at Louis words while trying to fight off the small blush that had seemed to take over each of his cheeks. Harry knew his body still ached for the stronger poison, knew that the cold sweat that had cover his body this morning was not only from his dreams but also from cutting himself short so quickly. Harry knew from experience that it was going to get worse day by day, but maybe loud wouldn't mind if he didn't spend the hole night in Harry's arms, maybe Louis might just understand that Harry needs his hits like Louis needs his razor, because that just how much the 'devil blood' meant to he younger boy. Would Louis be able to except- Harry's thoughts where stopped dead in there tracks as he felt a wet tongue slide against his bottom lip, not being able to hide the sinful moan that ruptured from the back of his throat. Harry kissed Louis back as if it were the first and last kiss to be shared, making sure Louis was in a good mood before the drug kicked in fully, wanting the older boy to walk into his high with a smile.

Louis kissed Harry until he could feel his lips start to bruise and swell and even then he didn't pull away. He waited until his mind started getting that foggy and fuzzy feeling signaling and telling him that the powder had hit before he finally backed his head away and blinked a few times to stare at Harry. It's then that he sees that Harry's eyes go wide while on this substance. So wide there's only this thin line of gold-flecked green around blown out and spread black and it sucks Louis in without a moments hesitation. He wiggled his bum a little to move himself a bit closer so that his hips where flush against the younger boy's and his ankles could link behind Harry. "Your eyes are really big." He giggled, bringing his head to hold at Harry's pale cheek, swiping his thumb across the skin, pressing in where the dimple would be. He hummed to himself and slightly looked passed Harry and towards the trees over by the lake behind the younger boy, swearing he saw a figure. "There's someone in the trees, Haz." He whispered in a trance, furrowing his eyebrows as he tried to focus on it. He glanced at Harry for a moment before looking back and seeing it was gone, making him shake his head with his eyes closed. "Never mind." He mumbled before pecking Harry's lips again slowly.

Harry's eyes wet wide at Louis movements, knowing that wasn't his intention, but friction was friction, but Harry was Harry, meaning he had a firm grip on his self control high or not, all that was needed was a deep breath and all was good again. Harry let out a soft sounding giggle, trying to let his mind go blank as to get an even better high. "So are yours Lou," the younger boy mumbled quietly as he let himself lean forward, hooking his chin on Louis' shoulder and letting his eyes close in pure bliss. But then Louis said those words, a frown taking over Harry's once peaceful face. "What do you mean?" Harry asked innocently, head tilting slightly as he removed himself from Louis, looking over his own shoulder, "Where they prettier them me?" Harry whispered childishly, brows frowned as he looked at Louis in complete seriousness. Harry's arms where no longer as loose as they once where, tightening slightly in a protective manner, as if scared Louis would leave him for the mysterious being.

Louis shook his head and played with Harry's curls again as he kept his eyes focused on the spot. He would bet his blades on the fact that something was there, but there's not way it could have moved that fast. "No one is prettier than you, Haz." He said lovingly, sincerely, moving his head slightly to the side to kiss the younger boy's temple, without shifting his gaze. He felt the arms around him tighten against his frame and finally he pulled back, slowly dragging view from the trees to Harry. "What is it?" He asked with furrowed eyebrows. "Did you see it?" His voice called again, but more nervously as he snapped his head to turned and look behind him where Harry would have been able to see. His fingers tangled a bit more into the soft hair as his eyes searched frantically around the field, but once again found nothing, making him sigh. He turned back towards the taller boy and bit his cheek before smiling again. "I'm just silly. Ignore me." He said, suddenly cheerful again as his mind tries to push the figure from his mind, not wanting to ruin his time with Harry. "I want to see jellyfish." He whispered cutely, nodding his head at himself. "And I want to see a baby octopus, too! It would be so cute and little! With it's little tentacles and it's silly head! Oh, Harry! Can we see them?" He asked childishly with a small giggle.

Harry smiled at Louis' request, finding it oh-so-adorable. The younger boy chuckled lazily at the elder, pressing a sweet butterfly kiss to the boys nose before leaning back slightly, untangling his hands from Louis and reaching them behind him. Harry dug the heals of his hands into the soft grass, making sure he was able to stay in the same position with his back off the ground. Harry looked up at Louis, their chests flush and faces closer then Harry had remembered. "Maybe we can," Harry whispered, knowing his parents had to have a house near the ocean, or an exhibit if it comes to it. Harry remembers the last summer before he gave up on happiness that was spent at the beach house, over looking the almost clear sea. It was quiet a beautiful place, one Harry would easily admit to. Harry had learned how to surf that summer, but wasn't as good as he wished to be sadly. But besides the fact, Harry would be fine with moving again, wanting to do anything for Louis just to see even a glimpse of the smile he had on his face, but this time no induced by drugs, but strictly by Harry's being.

Louis tried to keep his balance as Harry moved back, kind of making it a game for himself, before he settled on resting his head against Harry's chest and looking out into the trees again with a lazy, but energetic smile. "Haz?" He asked quietly, using his fingers to pick and pull at the grass, but not the flowers. Never the flowers. The flowers! He instantly snapped up from Harry, forgetting about his question that he was going to ask, and jumped up from Harry's lap to run down the trail to grab the bigger flowers near the woods. He picked many; red, yellow, pink, and orange, before skipping back and taking his place back on Harry's lap, setting the flowers between them. He worked his fingers with the stems, tying tightly and surely, before slowly he was forming a thick crown. "My friend Eleanor showed me out to do this once." He hummed out, keeping his eyes on the flowers. "I was so frustrated with the flower stems. They kept breaking and twisting in the wrong ways and I was so angry." He chuckled cutely, fishing the last stem through the crown and securing it in. He smiled at himself brightly before looking at Harry and placing it on his head, pecking his lips after. "You look so cute!" He giggled with wide eyes and a beaming grin. Harry looked so innocent and adorable, almost like an angel. His fingers went to play with the curls as his other hand holds at Harry's hip, rubbing his thumb to the skin under the younger boy's shirt.

Harry watched Louis' movements with interest. He took in the way the elders small, slim fingers worked around the wiry stems, twisting and turning them into pace as he fitted lightly and carefully with the delicate petals. The crown was beautiful to say the least, innocent even. But when Harry watched Louis place it on his head, he smiled, of course he smiled because Louis was smiling, but Harry didn't think he paired up with the sweet, gentle flowers because Harry was anything but. Harry was dark, scary, rude, careless, a junkie, someone who shouldn't care for such a beautiful creation made by an even beautiful-er boy, it just wasn't right. And it was like Harry could feel his being sucking up the glow of the pretty flowers, and leaving them shine less. But none the less, Harry smiled, leaning into peck Louis candy like lips, trying not to think about what sat on his head.

Louis giggled and smiled at the kiss and moved to tucked his head into the crook of Harry's neck. He hummed a tune, he wasn't even sure where he had gotten it, and bit his lip as he watched the world around them, just simply enjoying his time with the younger boy. Eventually, he finds himself thinking back to Harry's other scars that he hadn't recognized before and he knows he said that he wouldn't ask for more of Harry. However, the powder in his system really doesn't let Louis make that decision himself; what he can and can't say or ask and before he knows or thinks about it; it comes out. "Haz? What are those marks on your arm?" He asked softly, not nervous or anxious about Harry's possible reaction towards this question. Because he doesn't seem to have a care in the world really and Harry would understand that, right? Plus.. Impulsive, curious, Louis. He brings his fingers to pick at Harry's shirt and continued his humming.

Harry smile dimmed slightly but held none the less, the drug helping in that matter. Harry then sat up, wanting to be able to wrap his arms around Louis, and Harry did just that as he smiled down at Louis. "What marks, love?" Harry asked stupidly, trying to fend himself more time to answer such a question well still high out of his wits. Harry reached his hand up, fingers brushing slightly against Louis forehead as he moved the fringe from the elders eyes, sweeping it onto his forehead instead. Harry looked down at the boy with a questioning smile, wondering when Louis had, had the chance to see Harry's arms? Or maybe he didn't see the new ones, the elder could have been talking about the ones that Harry had shown him on the first night. Harry nodded his head slightly to himself finding the second choice sounded much better the the first. Harry didn't quite know if he was ready to share his last secret with Louis, but Harry would do anything for the blue eyes boy, this included.

Louis furrowed his eyebrows a bit and bit his lip. "You know.. the marks? The ones I kissed. The ones right.." He trailed off in a gentle giggle, moving his small, slim hand to Harry's arm and rolling up the sleeves as much as he could before just shoving them the rest of the way up. "Here." He chirped up, assuming now that they were probably just scars from an accident, maybe. "And they like the ones on my back?" He asked softly, childishly, as he brushed his fingers over the marks on Harry's skin, not finding them ugly or out of place. They were just.. Harry. Another thing that made of the curly haired boy he adored so much. They don't look exactly like the ones he has on either his back or his chest and arms. They looked smaller, more intentional, but who was Louis to judge? He purposely craved into his skin to punish himself and didn't think twice about it.. unless he was with Harry. That made him nervous. Almost as if Harry was fine with the idea of knowing Louis did it, but that if he saw it, he wouldn't want or like Louis so much and that would crush him.

Harry followed Louis finger, the touch quite ticklish but the his sleeve was being rolled up. And Harry had mixed feelings about the situation but kept his smile on none the less, even if it did dim quite a bit. Harry looked down at the marks, his heart hurting slightly, "Just stupidity, pure stupidity," Harry said, avoiding eye-contact with Louis as he pulled his arm back, pressing a kiss to Louis lips as to not upset the boy. Harry pulled his sleeve back down to its original length before wrapping it back around Louis slim waist, locking his fingers together at the small of Louis back as he then again pressed a kiss to Louis face, this time just a quick peck on the lips. Harry knew what he said was true, the marks on his arms where not beautiful like Louis, in fact the complete opposite. Harry's where in no pattern, just marks that helped him live out his bad highs, something that hurt more then the events of that day.

Louis hummed and frowned just a little, but shook his head. "But you don't do stupid things." He whispered fondly as he watched the fabric cover Harry's arm again, but smiled once again when getting another kiss. He doesn't understand why Harry feels the need to hide them, hide himself, but he knows he can and will worth with it because he cares for Harry. But the stupidity comment really gets to him the most, because how could Harry be stupid? "You're taking care of me, you know.." He mumbles softly, bringing his fingers to Harry's cheeks and moving the corners of his lips up into a bigger smile. "You make me really happy." He added on, feeling that maybe the younger boy doesn't hear that enough. That he doesn't know just how much he is helping Louis. How much he actually means to him. "I haven't felt this happy since.." The day of his birthday.. well, celebration for it a week before his actually birthday, the day of the accident. His mother had made him his favorite breakfast and his father had taken him out to a football game for one of Louis' favorite teams. It had been perfect before he selfishly asked for ice cream. How could he have been so rude. He knew his father was tired, even if he had insisted that Louis choose desert before going home. He dropped his head and brought his fingers to the hem of Harry's shirt and bit his lip. "..for a long time." He finished with.

Harry watched Louis movements closely, his head tilting to the side slightly as he listened to the boys ramble and panned out thoughts. Harry watched Louis fingers closely, taking in the shape, how short his nail beds were, how his pinkie went down with his ring finger as if they where attached. Harry noticed how they where slightly shorted from the last time he had seen them, wondering if Louis had a habit or only did it when stressed or bored. Harry could feel the outer sides of Louis fingers touch the skin just above his pants, fighting back a shudder. Harry had easily picked up that he was in fact, addicted to Louis touch, weather it was soft and caring like he was feeling for Harry, or rough and heartless when he would physically try to push Harry away in his sleep. Whatever the intentions, Harry would take the action with greed, always looking for more then he needed, finding himself craving it after two seconds of having contact with the smaller boy. It was just something scientists had no explanation for, so how was Harry suppose to? "I'm glad," Harry whispered, closing his eyes tightly as he came back from his thoughts, a small headache forming from everything he had came across in those few seconds.