Drugged // h.s. [complete]

Seventeen

A/N: 

I wrote this on the bus. Be grateful. Kidding, I love you guys. <33333

“I am stronger than the strongest drug you’ve ever had, mix them all together and I would still be twice as bad’ – Sexting, Blood On The Dance Floor

When Harry woke from his sleep, like every other day, he really didn’t want to get up. Louis must have left and laid his head on the couch because when he opened his eyes, no one was in the room with him.

He groggily got up, despite every plea in his body. He walked out of the living room and into the bedroom.

Not here. He thought.

The spare bedroom.

Nope.

 

The bathroom.

Wrong again.

 

The kitchen.

Bingo!

 

The boys were standing in the kitchen along with Paul and Simon and some of Paul’s guys.

“He just needs everyone to support him and care right now. He’s miserable all because of this girl. Apparently she’s a psycho but he claims to love her.” Liam said. Harry appreciated what they were trying to do for him but he didn’t need Simon and Paul knowing so he decided to walk in at that moment.

However, Harry’s plan to interrupt the ‘rescuing from Harry’ plan was a bust because as soon as Simon and Paul saw his face. How tired and exhausted he looked, not at all like the Harry that they knew and loved. They mentally agreed with Liam, he did need help, all the help he could get.

Harry didn’t see the nod towards each other and then the boys.

“How are you Harry?” Simon started up while Paul scattered his bodyguards around the apartment. For Harry’s safety, he told them.

“I’m good.” Harry said simply, trying to make the conversation as casual as he could but no matter how much he tried, his voice still sounded like there was a razor in his throat that was preventing him from speaking in his usual deep tone.

He knew that he wasn’t being very convincing.

Harry knew that he wasn’t okay. To him, Amelia was everywhere.

Every thought he had was filled with her. He couldn’t do anything without thinking about her. He’d make his morning coffee and he’d think of her face without even realising until the beeper went off and reality came back to him.

“You don’t sound good.” Simon said, his worried expression was painted clear on his face. Harry had seen that face too many times to know what it looks like. Just how many wrinkles they formed on his forehead, although there was a new smaller one forming. Age, was the only conclusion he could come up with.