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Chapter 22

GUYS I LITERALLY SAW HARRY AT WEMBLEY NIGHT 1 IT WAS THE BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE ILL NEVER BE OVER IT AND HE TWEETED TO SAY ITS ONE OF HIS FAVE SHOWS HES EVER DONE!!! you're welcome h xxx

"Hey baby." Jake grinned, "you look hot."

Harry blushed, a smile appearing on his face as he looked down. "Hey, you do too. Are you ready to go?"

"I am, yeah." Jake leaned down, attaching his lips to Harry's neck and beginning to suck a hickey into the skin.

Harry tilted his head back, closing his eyes. "Jake, we'll be late." He murmured.

"Later?" Jake questioned, moving up his neck and repeating the process.

"Later." Harry nodded, "c'mon, let's go."

The pair left the house, beginning to walk hand in hand.

"Jake, before we get there, can I please make a request?" Harry leaned against him as they walked.

Jake nodded.

"Please may you stay away from any drugs? Um, my mum kind of is an addict." He winced, maybe now wasn't the best time to casually drop that into a conversation. "I know we should probably talk about this properly but I just want to make sure I don't have any panic attacks or anything."

"Of course love. I won't go near them." Jake squeezed Harry's hand. "I would never touch drugs anyway, and I wouldn't want you to get upset."

"Thank you." Harry smiled, relief filling him. "I really appreciate this. I'll talk to you about it another time, but for now, thank you."

"I'd never want to hurt you." Jake paused turning to Harry and puckering his lips. Harry pressed his own against Jake's, smiling as Jake wrapped his arms around Harry's waist.

"I'm actually really quite excited for this party." Harry admitted, "I've never really been to any."

"You'll love it." Jake continued to walk, guiding Harry along with a hand on his side.

//

They arrived at the doors where people were spilling out into the front garden. The music was blaring out, people laughing loudly.

"Jesus." Harry gritted his teeth.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. Just need a minute to compose myself. That's a lot of people."

"It'll be fine baby." Jake squeezed his hand again, "have a drink and you'll be fine."

"Okay." Harry nodded, trailing after Jake.

"What do you want babe? A beer?"

"I'll have rum and coke please." Harry stuck tight to Jake's side, eyes flitting around the room. "Christ, there's a lot of people."

"Drink this." Jake handed Harry the drink, "what are you scared of?" He asked kindly.

"I don't know." Harry shrugged, "I'm just not usually used to this many people who I don't know. I'll be fine once I've drunk something. I just need to loosen up a little."

//

Harry was sat on the sofa alone, watching as Jake and another lad played beer pong. He smiled as Jake cheered and the other man downed a cup of beer.

As the game finished off, Jake leaned across to whisper something in a boy's ear. Without a look back to Harry, Jake left the room. Harry stood up slowly, unsure whether he should follow him or not. He sat back down, deciding that maybe he shouldn't be quite so clingy. However, after a while he grew lonely.

Harry squeezed through the crowds, pushing into the room in which Jake had entered. He paused as he saw Jake sat around a table with several others. Upon the table sat several lines of coke, a bag full next to it, a credit card, and several fivers.

"Jake?" Harry spoke over the music, trying to get his attention. "Jake?" He tried again, but louder.

Jake looked up, smiling as he saw Harry. "Harry! Come sit." He moved up, patting a spot on the sofa.

Harry shook his head, motioning to the doorway. Jake huffed, telling everyone he'd be one second before walking over to Harry. "What babe?"

"You said you wouldn't." Harry gulped. "You said you would stay away from drugs."

"Oh come on Harry, it's only a couple of lines."

"I don't care how much it is, or what it is. You said you'd stay away from drugs."

"Will you stop trying to control me? I'm a grown man Harry. I can do what the fuck I want." He threw his hands in the air.

"I just told you about my mum," Harry's voice cracked and he looked away, ashamed. "I don't want to control you, but I can't see you do the same shit she does."

"Don't be such a baby. You're being a baby Harry, just grow up." Jake rocked from his heel to his toe. He grabbed Harry's hand, pulling him with him before Harry could say another word.

He pushed him down onto the sofa, laughing at Harry's protest, playing it off as a joke.

He held Harry back with one arm, leaning forwards and placing the rolled up note to his nose. He moved along the line, sniffing deeply. Harry shut his eyes, clenching his jaw. He grasped onto Jake desperately wanting him to stop.

Jake sat back, gently cradling Harry's jaw until Harry opened his eyes. He wiped at his nose before leaning in to kiss Harry.

Harry let him for a second before pulling away, turning his head. "Look at me baby, look at me." Jake coaxed.

"I don't want to." Harry whispered.

"It's just a bit of coke." Jake scoffed. "Come on, watch me. You'll see it's all okay."

"Jake, I don't want to." Harry repeated, "you said you wouldn't." The atmosphere was becoming almost suffocating with the music growing far too loud and his heartbeat even louder.

"You are such a baby!" He laughed in disbelief. "What the fuck is up with you? Are you trying to ruin my fucking night?"

"I-I need to go. I can't watch this. I can't. I can't just sit here and watch you do this."

"Try it yourself then. Try it so you see that you're making a big deal of nothing. Try it." Jake lifted up the bag, dipping his finger in it before trying to press it to Harry's nose.

Harry jolted his head away as he squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a choked sob whilst he tried desperately to push away the flashbacks that hadn't left his head since he had seen the drugs.

"Leave him alone man, he doesn't want to." Somebody said and Jake loosened his grip on Harry, turning to face the speaker.

Harry seized the opportunity, darting up and stumbling through the crowded house until he reached the outside. Even standing there the world continued to collapse in on him and so he ran. He was breathless and shaky, but he ran.

Eventually he arrived at the familiar house, collapsing on the doorstep as he finally let himself cry properly.