Brooklyn Baby - H.S

Part Twenty One (*)

I don't think I have ever run up to my apartment quick enough to smoke some weed, first things first though I had to shower and get in my own clothes, or at least keep the t-shirt on that Harry let me borrow and put joggers on for comfort.

I'm now currently in the bathroom brushing my hair out after my shower wrapped in a towel looking at in the mirror and hardly even recognising myself with how tired I look, I can't blame Harry he already feels bad for bringing me into this, I know he didn't mean for any of this to happen but, all I keep thinking about is if I didn't meet him this wouldn't have happened even if I do feel better being around him.

And even if I do have feelings for him.

He's kind of like hard drugs, their bad for you but you take them anyway because you know they will make you feel good, it makes me sad now thinking of him this way when before all I could think of was all the good things, all the bad things seem to top everything else though.

But I can't stay away from him, I'm in too deep and my feelings for him and stuck especially since he's the first guy I've truly had feelings for since I can remember.

Maybe this is what we we're made for together, some twisted fairy-tale that no one would want to read about because of how fucked it is.

I walk out of the bathroom and met with Harry sat patiently on my bed, staring out of the window waiting for me to return, I smile softly looking at how innocent he looks, his fair is over his head from pushing it back and his hands are together in his lap, his face is no longer in a stressed or a angry state, but calmer.

He looks over to me as I walk closer to him and gives me a smile holding out his hand for me to take, my body automatically takes his hand and I can't help but give him a wide smile, he pulls me up to him opening his legs so I'm in front of him and places his hands on my hips, I wrap my arms around his neck to be closer to him.

I look down at him with curiosity filled eyes, he smirks at me and looks down at my lips and back up at my eyes, I giggle "you know if you want to kiss me just let me know and I'll gladly do so" I say in a sarcastic voice with a raised brow at the boy.

His cheeks go slightly red at my comment and chuckles to himself "okay, kiss me" he says in a soft tone and without hesitation I grip onto his neck and place my lips against his, feeling his hands slide down to grip my ass.

We move out lips together like they we're made for each other, no other kiss I've had with guys have ever felt like this before, this feels so real and made to be, which hurts me even more when I know he isn't good for me.

I lean back and look into his eyes stepping back but taking grip of his hand "come on, I need weed before my shift tonight" I say in a more serious but relaxed tone, he chuckles but takes my hand and follows me out towards the small balcony on my building.

We step out onto it and I take my seat next to the window and Harry takes his in front of the window next to me, I take out my already rolled up spliff from my pocket placing it in between my lips and light it up sucking on it slightly to help it burn.

I inhale the toxins into my lungs and let it sit their for a few seconds before letting it go into the atmosphere "shit" I say and look over at Harry who looks over at me "this feels so good" I say with a giggle, he shakes his head chuckling to himself "I don't think you've been back to your flat for a good while" he says looking back out in front of him while I take another hit.

I shake my head "I don't think I have, but I don't mind it so don't think it bothers me" I say making sure that he doesn't feel bad about me having to stay at his or be with him because of the situation I'm now in.