Always//H.S. (Sequel to Alive)

why'd you only call me when you're high?

Incapable of makin' alright decisions, and havin' bad ideas
Why'd you only call me when you're high?

Lila rose
(present day...february 24th 2018, 12:30 pm)

"cmon, sinclair...you've gotta open up to him," mitch says across the table from me as the waiter sets down my iced coffee and his scone, me rolling my eyes at him and i shake my head. it's been a couple days once harry and i have talked, and it's just weird because i was so used to just being around him that when he is around it feels different.

"i'm sick of people saying that...i don't want to get close to him again," i mumble, lying to his face and he snorts, me rolling my eyes as i sip on my coffee slowly, hoping it'll fill me up for the day. "he wants you to open up to him, lila," mitch argued back and i roll my eyes again, sitting back in my seat and i look at the couple that walks by where we were sitting outside, watching how happy they were.

the more you're without someone the more you realize the things they did for you when they were around. all i ever wanted from harry was to make him happy, and he was haply, so i thought, but then i see him with kendall, and it all makes sense. i tried to make him happy, and he was more focused on making her happy. i don't want to hold him back from the life hes trying to live, and i know i shouldn't, but i really really miss him.

"he misses you, babes, he talks about you all the time," i snap my eyes to him, frowning, sitting forward in my seat and he presses his lips together, chewing as he talks. "knew that'd catch your attention," he smirks and i flip him off with my newly done nails, him laughing. "what does he say?" i ask curiously, sipping a long sip of my coffee, licking my lips at the sight of his scone.

i'm so hungry.

"just talks shit about leaving you and stuff...only when he's high though," he shrugs, my eyes widening and i swallow harshly, mitch sighing, itching his neck. "wasn't supposed to say anything about that though so don't bring it up," he mumbles awkwardly, and i frown, him sighing. "i was gonna tell you anyway so i guess it doesn't matter," he mumbles under his breath and i shift uncomfortably in my chair, staring at him confused.

"what's wrong?" i mumble, mitch sighing again and he doesn't look at me when he starts to speak. "harry's got a drug and alcohol problem, lila," he whispers, looking everywhere but me, and my eyes widen to the size of dinner plates, mitch biting his bottom lip as he twirls his straw around his cup.

"he does it every day, all night, and he doesn't stop until he's practically dead, lila, he won't stop just talking about you," he says quickly, obviously worried about his best friend and i was as worried as he was.

i had no idea.

"he gets in fights with people when he's angry, and he just won't stop. no one can calm him down...it's why gemma doesn't talk to him anymore," mitch says and i run a hand over my slicked hair, biting my inner lip and i could cry at the thought of him doing that every night. "why didn't you tell me?" i whisper, and he laughs sadly. "it's not really something a best friend should tell his other best friends ex," he mumbles and i shift again, digging my nails into my thighs under my dress, still staring at the scone.

i'm so fucking hungry.

"call me," i start, gulping at the look mitch sends me and i shift again, playing with the ring on my thumb, running my fingers over it.

it's like a little piece of him with me at all times

"when he's like that...call me," i say and mitch squints at me, leaning forward. "you're a beautiful soul, miss sinclair," he whispers and i squint back at him, shrugging. "v' calmed him down before....bet i can do it again," i said back, mitch smiling. "you're made for each other, lila, and you know it,"