When Des Styles runs out of time to pay Louis back for his supply drugs, Louis is furious. So instead of going after Des, he goes after something, or someone, that belongs to him:
Harry Styles.
Who to Des, may or may not be more precious than his...
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Darkness shadowed over the sleeping city, the only light coming from the dimly lit street lamps. The harsh winds blew between buildings, nipping at the noses belonging to the nightlife of London. Though most of the city was sleeping, there were still people out, lurking in the back alleys. Stalking and waiting, dealing and taking, trembling in fear and smirking in pleasure. Most people were afraid to go anywhere near these allies, but not his kind.
Those people thrived in the night time, knowing that during the day they had shadows following them, watching them. When it came to nightlife, though, they themselves were the shadows. Shadowing someone else wasn't hard, Louis knew, he'd been doing it all his life. He was a night lurker, fitting in perfectly with the nighttime community.
A cigarette hung between his chapped lips as he walked down an empty alleyway, seeing a stray cat eating out of a bin. Sometimes he felt as though his life was a movie, seeing the cliches that fit with everything he did.
However, he knew those movies had a happy ending and honestly, that was hardly a possibility for him. It was about as likely as pigs flying. And he's was okay with that.
He let out an exasperated puff of smoke, the grey cloud traveling through the cold, night air before easing its way up a man's nose. Sensing a new presence, the man snapped his head sideways, a frightened look appearing on his worn out, wrinkled face.
Just looking at him you could tell he was a drug addict, from the bloodshot eyes to the quivering lips, the ragged breathing and overall look of exhaustion. Desperation radiated off him, hitting Louis with a wave of panic and restlessness.
"Styles," Louis said, smirking. The name rolled off his tongue smoothly as if he'd rehearsed everything he'd say to the man to make every cog in his mind turn the completely wrong way.
It was such a simple thing to say but it had the man swallowing the growing lump in his throat anyway. He knew he had to keep his cool as much as he could but it was nearly impossible when he was desperate for the one thing he needed so badly.
The one thing he craved with every fiber of his being.
"Where is it? I-I need it." The man desperately asked, though it came out as more of a statement. It was almost a demand and Louis immediately felt the beginning stages of anger bubbling in his stomach. Des watched as Louis released the smoke out of his mouth, letting it go.
He stomped on the cigarette after he let it fall to the ground without a care, the crushing sound bouncing off the walls on either side of them. Louis looked at Des with a harsh gaze, rubbing his fingers together.
"I need my money, Styles. Money first, drugs second." He took a step closer, and he half expected Des to take a step back but he didn't, he stood his ground. It didn't matter, though. Louis was the one with all the power. "You know how this works."
