Louis smiled a bit when the other boy opened his mouth, but he didn't let it falter when nothing came out. "It's okay.." He shrugged his shoulders, use to any form of rejection so really, this one didn't bother him so much- except it did. Because he wanted, for the first time, to get to know someone. Want to see what made them tick and what made them.. well, them. "You don't have to. It's um.. It's okay.. Can you write?" He asked with a glow in his eyes, feeling a small sense of hope run through him. "Because if you can- um, you can write on my arm.. with your finger." He grins, pulling his left arm from the taller boy and holding it out, but making sure the jumper sleeve didn't move and show things it shouldn't have. "You can just.. write it over the fabric and-" he stopped when he saw that the other boy didn't really seem interested and immediately dropped his arms to his sides. "I talk to much, don't I?" He whispers, rubbing a hand over his other arm. "I've been told that from time to time.." And usually got a smack to the face after being told to 'shut the fuck up'. It didn't hurt as much, not anymore, he was use to that, also, but he wanted this boy to want him around and maybe he just had to be as quiet as him. Maybe this boy was like all the others and just wanted to fuck Louis and kick him out. Taking a shaky breath, he brought his nervous fingers down to the hem of his shirt and slowly lifted it up; quite reluctantly.

Harry's eyes widened, lightly taking Louis wrist in his hands, reversing the movements Louis had made while keeping his eyes locked with the older boys. Harry shook his head and reached down, patting each of Louis pockets in search for his phone. Once the item was retrieved, Harry tapped away at it before pulling in back in his pocket. Harry looked back up at Louis a ghost of a smile on his plush lips. He led him and himself over to his bed, picking up his own phone that rested on his night table. He sat Louis down on the edge of it, before siting down beside the boy. Harry s face was soon brighter by the glow of his device, as he pressed the pad of his thumbs against the screen. Seconds later a noise going off in Louis pocket.

Louis furrowed his eyebrows for a moment, but he felt relieved that the boy stopped him, until he was searching his pockets and then leading him to the bed and well.. okay, that's never happened exactly. He's had his phone pulled for him so he can't call for help, but this boy had just given it right back. "You don't want that? I'm.. I'm a little confused." He admits nervously, wrapping his arms around his waist except now- oh, that's a text from his phone and that's a number he doesn't recognize, but- "Harry." Louis beams to himself before turning to the other boy. "Your name is Harry." He says, shifting his body so that it's facing Harry with his kegs crossed under him. His eyes train themselves on Harry, taking in his features that are honestly, probably the prettiest thing he's ever seen, which should be a warning side in and of itself. Louis has come to notice that the prettier the boy; the more harm that could come to you. "How old are you?" He asks, bringing his fingers to touch Harry's curls, because he's a curious boy, always has been.

Harry bit his bottom lip as he body betrayed him and moved into the strangers touch, a soft sigh leaving his slightly ajar mouth. He typed a quick, '16, u?' Before locking back up and away from his cell phone, eyes being held captive by such beautiful sketched orbs. Harry had never been so touchy feel-y with a stranger before, and I surprised his when it felt quiet relaxing. Harry took note of everything the boy did. Like how he was on edge, but Harry didn't get why, until he remembered he wasn't the boy in a strangers house. Harry understood the way Louis never really sat down on his bed, like he was ready to jump at the scary part, but keep watching until it was over.

"'M nineteen." Louis whispered nervously, but chuckled softly at Harry's reaction towards his touch. "Are you parents going to mind I'm here?" Although, Louis had a feeling Harry's parents either didn't know what exactly the younger boy was up to or really didn't seem to give a shit. He missed his own parents and wondered sometimes if they had still been here if he would have ended up like this; broken, empty and scarred. He had tried to get to them, had gotten real close a couple times, too, but someone always found him, always called the police, and he'd end up waking up again. It had gone on so long that Louis didn't cry anymore; for anything. He had simply ran out of tears and sometimes he thinks that's the worst part. His hand slipped from Harry's hair and down to cup the side of his neck, leaning in to kiss his cheek, just to feel what Harry seemed to give him. "I wouldn't want to get you into trouble, love." He whispered sincerely, but he's hoping Harry asks him to stay. Tells him he can't leave.

Harry forcefully pulled his lips up into a sad smile, it's presents only short lived and over quickly. He shook his head lightly, his thoughts uneasy as he noticed how comfortable the to where getting towards one another. 'They don't mind,' Harry typed back, slowly building his walls back up as he took Louis hand away from his face, planting a small kiss to one of his knuckles as to not give the boy the impression of Harry not wanting his touch. 'You can stay the night of you'd like,' Harry quickly thumbed at the screen before sending the short message. Harry knew tonight was going to be a desperate one, seeing as he'd have to dive into his sock drawer for his emergency stash. The more his mind wondered on the topic then more he felt the need to be locked in the bathroom, high and alone. Just like every night. He needed his only friend, the only one that helps his problems and Harry didn't care that it was only for a short amount of time, it was more then any body else accomplished.

Louis blushed at the small kiss and pulled his hand away shyly. "You have dimples." He says quietly, playing with his fingers in his lap. He watched Harry's whole demeanor change again and sighed to himself. "I- I don't really have anywhere else to go at the moment.." And he did, he could go to Niall's, but he was too busy fucking Zayn at the moment and well, they got cross faded more often than not and it made Louis a bit uncomfortable sometimes because Niall was a flirt and Zayn was touchy-feely. "Do you want me to stay?" His voice is rather small at this point and he'll admit he's a little scared about the idea of staying here with someone that seems rather chilling. But Louis always up for a good mystery or thriller novel and Harry is the perfect mix of both. "I'd like to stay.. maybe I could get to know you better, yeah?"

Harry's smile only widened as he looked up at Louis, before returning his gaze back down to his lap, as his deformed cheek muscles where hidden once more. He listened to Louis talk, listened past the words and studied on the tone it was delivered in. The voice was hesitant, but still higher then timid, it was what Harry guessed to be Louis unsure voice. Harry cheeks coloured for the first time in ages as he shyly nodded his head. Harry looked down at the electronic device in his hand, thumbs tentatively moving across the glass, 'That'd be great,' Harry sent back, keeping his eyes casted down in fear of looking up. Harry had never acted this way before, mostly because he didn't know how to act around people, but also because if he had to interact with another being, he'd keep the wall up and just play it tough, when really he was just a sad little sixteen year old in a life he'd never wish upon any criminal.

Louis smiled brightly and scooted a little closer, placing two fingers under Harry's chin and lifting it up to look at the other boy's eyes. They were different now though, this time they were a little clearer, not so hazing and dark, and it make Louis only more interested. "Whats going in your mind?" He asks softly, more to himself than Harry. There were obvious sides now. Harry wasn't just 'Harry'. There was the outside version and this version and he wanted to know them both. "What's got you so tightly locked up?" He moved his hands to Harry's hips, pulling him into a position where he faced Louis, also and went to play with the younger boy's fingers. "There's something about you, Harry, and I don't know what it is, but.. but I want to know you. If.. If you'll let me." Sighing, he pulls to himself and hums lightly. "What are we going to do? We can do anything you like." He offered kindly, picking at his tight jeans. "Whatever makes you feel comfortable, relaxed, just.. whatever you usually do. We can do it." Because Louis just wants to make those dimples appear again and have Harry want to keep him around longer.

Harry had a few thoughts, ones that included his sock drawer, and others that where more innocent and cozy. But Harry was itching for the needle to he dug into his veins, and the feeling of the heroin shooting up his arms and dancing around in his bloodstream. Harry decided to ask, 'Have you tried blue ice before?' He typed, an exited smile taking over Harry's childlike features. But the smile slowly faded as he remembered the self-esteem issues that followed with the drug. Harry became the person he so desperately tried to be, but on bad nights the pain was doubled and Harry couldn't get away from the string he needed to feel.

Louis' furrowed his eyebrows. "What's that?" He asked curiously, because honestly, Louis was a bit naïve when it came to things like this. He was use to Niall and Zayn, just they didn't do anything crazy and they stayed in their room while Louis stayed in his own world. But other than that, he didn't know nicknames for drugs or how serious they could be, probably because he knew how interested he would get and probably do something stupid like to it. Besides; he had his own addiction that kept him up and well, why go for something else when what you have is already working. He watched Harry's face and knew his eyes showed just how interested he was in everything Harry had going on. "Can you show me?" He asked eagerly, raising himself to rest on his knees, leaning in a little further, fingers twitched with themselves as he focused on Harry. "Please?"

Harry shook his head, Louis was just so innocent, he couldn't get him into such an awful thing. The drug abuse had gotten Harry's life so far into hell, some nights he actually thought he was dead. But he would wake up, only to wish upon deaf stars if he could join the ones that run such a horrid place. So Harry decided he'd give Louis spliff instead. 'Start off easy alright?' He texted before getting up and moving towards the drawer, tugging on it lightly as it slid out. Harry smiled at the bag, keeping his eyes away from the small crystals that laid in a small clear bag. Harry grabbed the bag that held the green hay mixture, and some small pieces of seeming to be white paper. Harry brought them over to the bed, setting it down in his lap before picking up his phone, 'Ever tried weed?' He typed, looking up at Louis with curious eyes.

Louis nodded and rocked forward onto his hands and knees as he watched Harry's form against the dark room. "What are those?" He asks, raising his finger to point at the other objects in the drawer before leaning back to sit on his ankles when the younger boy came back. He looked at the back curiously and shook his head. "I've never. Zayn does." He said a bit excitedly, but nervous. "Does it hurt?" He asked, scrunching up his nose cutely before picking up the bag itself and holding it. "I see Zayn make them all the time and he gets like.. really funny and calm." He giggled. And he knows this is wrong and he shouldn't do it, but it's just this grass thing, right? Zayn does it all the time so it couldn't be bad, right? It was fine. "Are you going to blow it into my mouth, too?" Another thing Zayn did, because Niall 'didn't like burn'.

Harry eyes widened, Louis was just adorable and shearing of pure innocence. The giggles that feel from the boys mouth was almost like angles singing to Harry, -as cheesy as that sounds.- Harry couldn't help but smile, the sudden mood change was odd, but Harry liked odd. Harry picked up his phone, clicking on Louis name before his fingers went to work, 'I can if you want me to,' Harry sent the message, liking the idea of giving Louis a shotgun and watching as his eyes closed, only to open half lidded. Harry put a some grass in a straight line along the paper before rolling it up. Harry brought it up to his lips and licked it sealed, eyes on Louis'. He looked over he shoulder and pick up one of his lighters, setting it down before picking texting Louis a quick, 'Ready?'.

Louis watches with wide and curious eyes, focused completely on Harry's fingers, lips, tongue; HarryHarryHarry. He nodded and moved closer to the younger boy, his knees hitting Harry's legs as he trained himself to watch Harry's mouth wrap around the white roll he had just created. Louis placed his hands on Harry's thighs, liking the way the paper light up from the burn of the flame. "I'd really, really want you to." He finally answered. And it's bad, so bad that he wants to do this, but he really wants to be a part of Harry and whatever makes him this way, and this doesn't look too bad. "Does it taste funny, Harry?" He asks childishly, eyes blown wide and a lazy smile on his lips. It's alluring, the way the smoke curls around Harry and lingers in the air and he won't lie; it's fucking hot, too, and it's not even from the heat of the room, just from them; from Harry.

Harry nodded, beckoning Louis to lean if, before he stopped, remembering to warn Louis, 'It might hurt your lungs the first few times, but it'll get better,' he texted quickly. Harry smiled lightly, before he pressed his thumb gently against Louis chin, the soft skin sending a Harry into a fritz of thoughts. He carefully pulled Louis mouth open by dragging his finger down the curve. Harry kissed Louis bottom lip before he pulled back, bringing the paper roll up to his mouth. He sucked in a deep breath, letting it fill his lungs and mix with the fresh air so it wouldn't be so harsh for little Louis. Harry opened his eyes, and leaned in closer to Louis before blowing to smoke out slowly into Louis mouth.

Louis froze and waited patiently when feeling Harry's touch on him and that was definitely a blush crossing his cheeks at the small kiss to his lip. He forces his jaw lax, something he's also use to, and grows nervous as he watches Harry take a hit and come closer. And he would have been aware of the fact that the smoke was not filtering through his lungs, had he not been so focused on the feel of Harry's lips against his. By the time he's blowing the air back out of his mouth, he didn't even feel the burn and didn't choke. However, he did feel his muscles start to relax as his eyes closed slowly. He gave a soft hum of appreciation at the feel of the drug and blindly leaning forward to chase Harry's lips and kiss him again. "Feels good." He whispered, feeling his mind start to cloud and mold over.

Harry smiled lazily, pecking Louis lips once before pressing the splif to his lips, inhaling again. This time Harry didn't give it time to filter, just blew it into Louis mouth, this time their lips an inch a part as Harry watched Louis face muscles relax more. Harry pressed his lips firmly to Louis, wanting him to savour it before Harry pulled away. Harry watched as Louis eyes slowly opened and Harry was on top of Louis, the fag in his ash try, still slowly burning. Harry moved his lips against Louis', his arms on each side of the lads head as to not clasps on Louis. Harry slowly let their lips fall from each others, his eyes blinking open slowly as he stared down at Louis.

Louis sucked the new huff in greedily and kept his eyes closed as he felt the effects him in a little harder. He sighed in bliss before feeling lips on his and without thinking, he just pushed into it, letting the drug take the control of his actions. When he opened his eyes, he smiled softly at Harry's eyes on him and let himself fall onto his back with Harry hovering above him. He felt trapped by Harry's arms around him and body over him, but for once it didn't feel threatening. It was welcomed. His blue eyes strung along together with green ones as he wrapped his arms around Harry's neck and pulled him down. Kissing his lips before his jaw and down the column of the pale throat. He wasn't sure what they were doing or where this was going, but he did know that suddenly, he just didn't care and he wasn't in control and that felt damn good.

Harry sighed, flipping the two over so Louis was straggling him. Harry just let Louis do whatever, his hands positioned on Louis clad hipbones. Harry moved one hand up, his forearm resting in the dip of Louis spine as his fingers tangled them self's in the soft strands. Harry let small pants leave his ajar mouth, eyes fully closing as he tried to clear his mind and let the toxic medicine take its tow. "L-Louis," Harry moaned, voice so small and quiet it almost when unheard by Harry himself. Harry's hand tightened in Louis hair, pulling Louis away from him slightly, just wanting to stare into those wide blue eyes until eternal life was rewritten and proven correct. Harry just couldn't handle the way Louis eyes could hold so much, but still keep his secrets hidden in the best places, as fair away from wondering eyes. "So many lies," Harry rasped out, voice deep and scratchy.

Louis squeaked quietly when being flipped, but didn't detach his lips from Harry's skin. He hummed into him as he felt fingers in his hair and dropped a kiss onto his pulse point. Rolling the flesh softly in between his teeth, he sucked hard until the desired color for the mark and risen on Harry's body; bright red with a hint of purple in the middle from his teeth. He smirked against Harry's neck as he kissed over the bruise and nodded. "Mhm.." He hummed, not really registering the fact that Harry had spoken, just focusing on how the sound of his voice made Louis shiver when saying his name. When being pulled up, he watched Harry's eyes, and he could swear they were glowing, as they met Louis' own blown out ones from the lust and the drug. He furrowed his eyebrows at the one Harry was looking at him, but moved to leaning down and kiss him again, lips ghosting over Harry's until he snapped up and pulled from Harry's touch. That time he had heard Harry, but that wasn't as concerning as the words that came out with that beautiful voice. "W-What?" He asked nervously, feeling his chest start to rise and fall faster.