Loose Change (Harry Styles) [BOOK 2]

I tilt my head from laughter as I replay the video on Niall's laptop.
"It's not that funny!" Louis comments as he himself laughs.
I now know why people like drinking so much, I feel super free and just plain fucking happy. Niall is laughing his ass off next to Zayn and besides Louis, we are all drunk up our butts.
Niall grabs his laptop from me and places it on his lap. He begins to type something in the search bar on this website called Tubeyou or Poohue, I can't remember right now, but whatever it's this website with a load of videos.
His eyes shut closed for a little as he begins to laugh very loudly when he presses the play button.
Louis places his hand on his forehead and shakes his head as he chuckles.
"God you are all fucking idiots when you're drunk." Louis states.
He then turns his attention to Zayn who is staring at the roof with a serious expression on his face.
"Don't you ever think that like the ceiling is like a person and has like feelings and stuff a-" Zayn begins.
Louis raises an eyebrow and laughs even more.
"Zayn I'm beginning to think that you blazed without us knowing." Louis adds as he smiles tremendously.
Zayn looks at Louis and just bursts into laughter, causing Louis to roll his eyes.
Niall nudges me with his elbow and points to the screen excitedly.
I giggle at his reaction and I set my attention to the video.
I don't know why I'm laughing at everything, but it's better than crying or feeling depressed for myself so I'm content.
"Jane Jane watch this. Look. Look at Harry." Niall adds.
The video is of Harry and all the other boys sitting on a staircase. They all look younger and none of them even have tattoos.
I can't help but laugh at the sight of Liam's old hair and I wish he was here with us so he could laugh along.
'Liam is the smart one. Harry is the flirt. Zayn is vain. See what I did there. Niall is the funny one.'
Then Harry looks at Louis.
'And Louis' the leader. And Louis' the leader because that's the only one that was left.'
The smile on my face is as clear as the bright blue sky and I can't help but burst into laughter. It's weird seeing Louis and Harry as friends and just getting along. I can tell that they we're very close. I still wonder what happened between them.
Niall shows me a few more and Louis even joined us, laughing along, while Zayn is now passed out on the couch.
"Louis I hate to say this, but I hate carrots. Sorry but it looks like I'm not your soul mate." I comment as I glance at Louis who is sitting next to me on my right.
Louis rolls his eyes and sticks out his tongue in a playful way causing me to laugh.
"These videos are just so ancient." Louis remarks with a soft calm smile spread on his lips.
Niall chuckles.
"SUPERMAN IS HERE!" Niall yells out of nowhere, causing me to jump from surprise.
Louis rubs his face up and down and chuckles.
"Oh god. I was real 'special' wasn't I?" Louis adds.
"You just had fun man. You take everything too serious now and you seem darker. Like in those videos you and Harry seemed so close and you looked like you could care less about anything. You lived in the moment." I hear myself speak.
Louis raises an eyebrow.
"Wow, first you laugh your ass off because Zayn practically dove into the couch and now you're giving me advice about life. You truly are 'something' when you're drunk love."
I feel myself shrug followed by a snort.
"Which video should I show her next?" Niall questions.
Louis opens his mouth but quickly closes it when I interrupt.
"You can search any video on this right?" I ask.
Jane what are you doing...
Louis nods.
A smile creeps on my face and I begin to giggle once again. God I want to punch myself in the face right now.
I grab the laptop from Niall and I place it in front of me.
Louis and Niall both scoot closer to me, staring at the screen curiously.
I laugh as I press the video and it begins to play.
"What are you showing us?" Louis questions.
"You guys showed me a video from when you we're younger so it's my turn."
My sub conscience tries to tell me to turn off the computer right away, but it's too late. It's already playing.
The video shows a crowd of paparazzi following my father, my mom, and a little girl.
'Mister Anderson!'
'Mister Anderson hold on!'
'Mister Anderson how is this effecting your family?!'
Questions are being thrown at my father and he just lowers his head and holds the little girl's hand tighter as he tries to walk passed them, with my mom following behind.
The little girl is wearing a very sophisticated maroon suede dress with tiny black flats, lace white socks, and her hair is nicely straightened, being pulled back by a thick black headband.
The little girl looks like the one from my nightmare.
'Mister Anderson how do you feel about all the accusations about you being a drug dealer?'
'Mister Anderson are you going to plead guilty?'
'How is your wife taking this?'
The disgusting roaches with cameras crowd around my father as he tries to enter his limo. Him and my mother enter successfully, but the little girl is pulled by her hand outside of the car, causing her to fall.
'Jane!' my father yells.
My father looks so different in this video. His dark hair is gelled back and he is wearing a nice black suit with a maroon bowtie matching the little girl's dress. I usually would burst into tears if I saw this video, but for some reason I can't stop laughing. I don't think I'm ever going to drink again...then again...
My dad gets out of the car almost automatically and scowls at all the paparazzi before grabbing little kid me and hugging me tight in his arms as he walks back into the car. I'm crying hysterically and you can see how tightly I'm holding on to my father with my tiny pale arms.
"Hey Niall can you serve me another glass?" I ask.
Niall nods, but Louis stops his hand before he can grab the bottle with what's left of the electrifying liquid.
"Hey!" I yell.
Louis glances at the screen before meeting my eyes again. He let's go of Niall's hand and gets up from the couch. He grabs the bottle and holds it tight in his grasp.
"Hey give it back!" I scream.
He stares me up and down with an emotion I can't quite determine, most likely due to my lack of soberness.
"You're done."
I get up from the couch and I walk in a very un normal like way up to Louis. I try to grab the bottle out of his hand, but he moves it away from me, causing me to almost stumble.
"Louis don't be such a party pooper!" I add.
He holds the bottle even closer to his body, and glances behind me to look at Niall, who I'm guessing is now passed out due to his silence.
"I thought your last name was Weck." He says unexpectedly.
I giggle.
"Weck was my grandmother's name. That's not my real last name you silly."
What the hell are you doing Jane? Shut up.
Louis narrows his eyes and walks closer to me, looking the most serious he has ever been.
"Why do you say that your last name is Weck then? And why were those people following your father?"
I feel myself smile foolishly and I poke Louis' shoulder.
"I wasn't always poor you know." I mutter.
He raises an eyebrow.
"And it was a good hiding name" I add.
"Hiding?" He questions as he places his hand on my shoulder trying to hold me still.
I tilt my head back in laughter and I place my right index finger on my lips.
"Shhhhhh. It's a secret." I add before I practically fall into his arms.
He smells like a mixture of tobacco and coffee and I feel myself giggle into his chest.
"You don't smell like Harry." I comment as I wrap my arms around him.
I feel his body tense and he seems as shocked as I would be if he hugged me.
His arms snake around my waist and he holds me softly, patting my back.
"Will you be my best friend Louis?" I ask in a stupid girly tone.
Louis chuckles and holds me a little tighter.
"Sure Jane Anderson."
I close my eyes as we remain in each other's arms a little bit longer.
"What the fuck."
Louis and I both pull away to see a very angry looking Harry standing right in front of us.
When did he even get here? I'm guessing we didn't notice due to me and Louis' little friendship moment.
He's wearing the same outfit as before, when we hung out at the graffiti wall area and his arms are crossed, making him resemble a steaming pot of tea.
I begin to laugh uncontrollably, earning a confused glanced from Harry.
His eyes go from me to the almost finished bottle of Jack Daniels in Louis' hand to the empty glasses scattered all over the floor to Zayn and Niall and then back to me.
"Harry!" I yell as I run up to him, practically jumping into his arms. Gosh I'm so freaking clingy when I'm drunk.
"You smell like yourself." I say as I hug him tight.
He pulls me in front of him and analyzes my face up and down.
"Have you been drinking?" He asks in a calm yet still angry tone.
I smile.
"Yesssss ssssiirrrrr."
Harry takes his hands off of me and stomps himself to Louis.
"Look, don't blame Niall or Zayn. It was all my idea and I think it went a little out of hand." Louis says in an apologetic way.
Harry towers over Louis and clenches his right fist at his side, obviously trying to control his anger.
"A little? She's fucking under age you cunt!" Harry yells.
I see how Louis' features begin to change, making him look even a little scary.
"You're really screaming at me about this right now!? Half of the fucking sluts you brought home we're underage and you fucked them! That's way more fucked up then this and you have the audacity to walk up to my face and fucking scream at me?! And I didn't force this on her, I asked her if she wanted to drink and she could've declined. And anyway we did it in closed doors and I didn't overdo it just to make sure nothing would happen. So stop pretending like you're a damn saint because if you actually did care about her you wouldn't be freaking leaving ALL the time!"
Louis takes a deep breath after his speech leaving everyone in the room speechless. Well even though Zayn and Niall are knocked out and can't talk, but still.
"And by the way. She drank because she wanted to forget about you and your psycho problems." Louis adds before he walks up to me.
"You want to come with me to the balcony?" Louis whispers.
I glance at Harry to see how uncomfortable and tense he looks.
I feel as if Harry just being here sobered me up a little and made me remember why I drank in the first place.
"Sure." I say, my eyes still locked on Harry's before I turn and walk with Louis.
The only footsteps I hear are my own and Louis' which means that Harry isn't following us.
I still can't walk perfectly straight and it obviously amuses Louis since he is chuckling.
"Here let me help you."
He places my arms around his neck and I soon feel my feet leave the ground when he picks me up and begins to carry me in his inked arms.
I giggle immensely as he carries me through the double doors, leading to my favorite place in the house. I feel a little uncomfortable being in here with him, because even though we've only been in here a few times together, I feel that this is me and Harry's place. But with the mixture of alcohol and anger, I don't really care right now.
Louis places me down on the ground and smiles childishly.
"Why do you get to stand up and I have to sit down?" I pout.
He chuckles.
"Well you almost fell on your ass, so I think it's safe to say that you should stay there."
I cross my arms and stick my bottom lip out, causing him to laugh even more.
"Alright alright. Why don't I sit down next to you and we'll be even?" He suggests.
I nod my head and he smiles genuinely as he plops himself next to me.
"Do you mind?" He questions as he pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the pockets of his hoodie.
"Nope." I say.
He nods back and begins to light up a cigarette.
The smoke coming out of his lips reminds me of a bullet being shot out of a gun, both things so scary yet exciting to see.
"Can I have one too?" I hear myself ask, causing Louis to laugh even more.
"Ya I don't think that would be a really great idea. You've already had a lot to drink and even though I fucking hate Harry, I don't want him to cut my balls off."
"I'm not Harry's fucking pet dog. He can't tell me what to do and or not do." I defend.
Louis smiles even wider, his eyes squinting slightly.
"You sure do have a potty mouth when you're drunk babe." He comments.
I shrug.
"I think I might do this drinking thing more. Until Harry came over, I actually felt stress free." I admit.
It's weird to me how I'm having an actual conversation with Louis, yet comforting.
"Ya that's not a good idea. Once in a while it's fine, but I really don't need another Harry in my life."
"Can I ask you why you and Harry are such enemies?"
My mind is still swirling with random thoughts, but I'm trying my best to bring myself back to reality.
Louis places the cigarette in his mouth again and blows out more smoke as he stares at the sky beyond us.
"I wouldn't really call ourselves 'enemies'."
I laugh a little, until I notice how he's being completely serious.
"If Harry could become the person I once knew he was again...well I might actually try to tolerate his presence." He adds.
I bring my knees to my chest and I rock myself back and forth like an old lady does on her rocking chair.
"What in the bloody hell are you doing?" Louis questions as his smile reappears, making the room seem less tense.
I burst out laughing.
"I have no damn idea."
He joins me and I must admit that maybe Louis isn't that bad.
"You're not so bad yourself Anderson." He comments causing me to blush and laugh tremendously.
"Oh God did I just say that out loud?"
He nods his head rapidly and chuckles.
The smoke filled atmosphere soon becomes silent as the laughter dies. Louis stares in front of him and I the same. Everything is peaceful and I hope that Louis will change his attitude around me after this.
"You should go to him Jane."
I turn my head to the right.
"What?"
Louis' blue eyes meet mine and with complete seriousness he repeats himself.
"Go to him. I know what happened today with your dad and all and even though I think it's fucked up...I don't know...I just think that there's a good reason behind it. Go."
I feel a cool breeze hit me and I wrap my arms around myself securely.
"I'm drunk aren't I? Wouldn't I fall?" I question.
Louis laughs deeply and rubs the back of his neck.
"Ya about that... you only really took three shots. You're a little buzzed but you're not drunk."
"What? But I-"
"Ya, um when you went to the bathroom, Zayn and Niall kind of over did it and drank almost half of the bottle, so we just gave you coke the rest of the time..."
I feel my cheeks burn and I literally face palm.
"So it was all in my head?"
He releases more smoke and smiles a little, trying to contain his laughter as he nods.
I hit his arm and I roll my eyes before picking myself up.
"You stink you know." I say.
He turns his body and looks up at me.
"You did ease up though."
I shrug.
"I guess, but I'm never trusting you again Louis Tomlinson."
He puts his hands up in defense and I can't help but giggle.
"Are you going to stay here?" I question.
"Sadly since I drank and the other two are knocked out, I'm going to have to stay the night. So I think I need a few cigarettes right now." He jokes.
I chuckle.
"Well I'm glad I can eat breakfast with you tomorrow bestie." I state.
He places his free hand on his forehead and shakes his head.
"Oh God please don't call me that."
I kick him lightly with my foot and I bend down and place my lips on his cheeks.
"Thanks Louis. See you tomorrow." I mutter.
He smiles softly.
"See you tomorrow Jane."
I mirror his expression before I wave and walk out.
I scurry all the way to Harry's room, knowing that that's where he most likely is and I smile a little when my assumptions are proven correct. He's lying in his bed as usual, but this time he's on his phone.
I wait right next to his door where he can't see me. I don't want to interrupt his phone call and I feel that if I walk right passed his door, he'll see me and he would think that I was eavesdropping. Even though I kind of will be, I don't want him to catch me...
"Ya. Ya. Trust me, I know everything seems rocky now, but the plan is going perfectly." I hear Harry say in a low tone.
Plan? What is he talking about? He's probably talking to a record company guy or something.
"She's not around so she can't hear. Ya I promise. She's somewhere else talking to someone." He continues.
What? Someone? Is he talking about me? No it can't be.
"I'll start as soon as I can. How many times do I have to tell you!? Shit!"
Who is he talking to that way? It can't be a record company guy, cause that's kind of his boss...
"Ya okay. Talk to you later okay? Okay. Bye Ted."
And at that last sentence I literally pushed open his door all the way with angry frustrated tears threatening to release.
"Jane." Harry blurts out as his eyes widen in shock.
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