Desolate - h.s. ✓

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     "You found the fun spot," he said softly, his lips near my ear. "Does the good girl wanna hit?"

"A hit?"

He let go, my body turning around to face the curly-haired boy. Green eyes met mine, and I looked up at him, seeing his eyes were slightly red. When I had walked into the house, it smelled like weed, but the smell had kind of melted into the surroundings. Although, I knew what he meant now.

"I've smoked before, Harry."

"Ooh, I'm sure Ethan would love to know that."

"I told him about it," I shrugged. "You're a little stoned then, though, huh?"

He nodded, my body speaking before my brain could catch up. I was touching his curls, Harry leaning into my warmth easily. It was weird seeing him so gentle and kind. I mean, I had seen him vulnerable multiple times now, but this was different. Honestly, I wondered if he had gotten high to rid his mind of what was happening, though I knew I couldn't really pry.

"I want to get you high," he whispered, a small smirk dancing across his lips. "If that's cool?"

"Sure. But I don't like smoking in a big crowd."

"Forward, are we?" he chuckled.

Harry disappeared for a moment, grabbing a small baggie of cannabis, along with paper to roll. I was surprised when he took my hand, heading down to the room right next door. Thankfully, no one was going at it, Harry shutting the door and locking it behind him. I looked up at him, watching as he flicked on a light switch. There were soft fairy lights that turned on, Harry chuckling.

"Not what I wanted, but that'll work."

He then walked over to the bed, grabbing a book that was casually sitting on a side table. I watched as he laid the paper down, the weed appearing to already be crushed up. Harry simply put weed inside the paper before rolling it. He smirked at me, shaking his head as he finished rolling it. Although, soon he pulled out a lighter, melting the edge of the paper briefly before my fingers grasped it.

"No, give that back."

"You don't strike me as a tumblr boy," I said quietly, his lighter having the words, 'We're all addicted to things that take the pain away.'

"Well, have you seen this face? How could I not be?"

Rolling my eyes, I gave the lighter back, watching as he lit the end of the joint. Harry set the small baggie, book, paper, and lighter on the side table, taking a hit off the joint. He handed it to me, and I took a hit also, shifting so that I was sitting closer to him.

"Can we real talk?" Harry started, taking the joint back and taking a couple of puffs before continuing when I nodded. "How much of a dick was Angelo to you?"

It was more personal than I expected, my fingers grasping the joint. After a couple more hits off of it, I started to feel a little bit numb, but also more confident in a way I normally did not. Harry took the joint from me, the two of us going back and forth until it was finished. Well, the last puff included me shotgunning the smoke from him, which I had only done once before.

"Answer me."

He was lying down now, his arms behind his head. I took a deep breath, my body shifting so that I was lying next to him. It was still a couple of minutes before I answered, Harry shifting so that he was leaning on his elbow, looking down at me.

"Nicole."

"Fuck, you're really hot," I mumbled.

He smirked, playing with a couple strands of my hair. I didn't even know why the words had left my lips, but they were out, and I couldn't take them back. However, I figured he didn't mind it that much. Especially since I had been complimenting him and not saying something overly rude. Sighing quietly, I shut my eyes, thinking about what I wanted to say.