It felt like an eternity before we finally pulled up at the motel. The already lengthy drive was made longer by the fact that none of us spoke to each other. At one point, I changed the CD out to put in a different mixtape. It had a lot of the same artists on it as the previous one, but this time Harry had no comments about it.
He also stopped for gas once more, but I didn't dare get out of the car to smoke. The only thing keeping me going right now was the fact that I had been sipping on my coffee after pouring two yellow packs of 0 calorie sweetener into it.
When we pulled into the dark parking lot, the headlights flooded the front of the building in warm light and I noticed it looked similar to the last one we had stayed in. Harry was out of the car the second he turned it off. He must have already known the room number because I stayed seated as I watched him storm off to the door.
Incredulously, I turned to look back at Zayn. He only shrugged and moved to open his door. I did the same, and we walked together to where Harry was standing. Once there, I noticed that Louis was standing outside smoking a cigarette.
Harry ignored the other man's greeting of, "Well hello," and knocked on the door harshly. It was Niall who opened it, and him and Zayn walked in. I decided to stay out with Louis and have a smoke.
"What's got him in a mood?" Louis asked once the door was closed.
"I told him he's not the boss of me," I said, rolling my eyes.
Louis chuckled. "Not a smart move, lovie. Hazza's got a very... dominative personality, I guess you could say. It's best to let him think he's in charge, or he gets all pouty."
I laughed at this, noticing the nickname Louis had for Harry. "No shit."
"Probably makes him good in bed though," Louis said.
I narrowed my eyes at him in disgust. "Why would you say that?" He only giggled in response.
Louis asked me a few questions about our drive here, curious as to how the whole getting-pulled-over thing went. "It would be the car that has Zayn in it that gets pulled over," he joked, and we both laughed. It felt weird to be having a normal conversation with Louis.
Eventually we finished our cigarettes and got ready to head in. As Louis used his keycard to unlock the door, he looked at me and wiggled his eyebrows up and down. "Party time."
My eyes widened as we entered the room.
Someone had loud music playing from a bluetooth speaker, the base bumping against the wall. I recognized the song was one I actually like, called 'New Cannonball Blues' by TV on The Radio.
Alcohol was everywhere. Liam and Niall were holding their own bottles, and even Louis was fisting what I assume is his virgin daquiri. Unopened bottles sat on floor next to the two beds in the room, and a couple 12-packs of beer were on the mattresses. It was when I glanced at the small desk in the corner that my eyes widened, my vision unable to focus on anything else.
White powder had been razored into thin lines, surrounded by a few rolled up bills. There was a large bag still containing a lot of the substance, and there was smeared residue in between the fine lines suggesting that some of it had already been used.
As the atmosphere around me completely changed, I crumbled.
"Is that coke?" I asked breathlessly.
"Yeah," I heard Niall answer, but I couldn't look away from the drug. I needed it. "We can put it away if it makes you uncomfort--"
"Can I hit it?" I asked before he could finish his sentence.
Addict.
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Syndrome // H.S.
Fanfiction"You guys are like the breakfast club of organized crime," I commented, rolling my eyes and tugging at my restraints. There was a flash of anger and irritation on Liam's face. I knew he was probably deciding in his head which way to kill me. "What t...
