Desolate - h.s. ✓

° twenty-two °

     It was late Wednesday evening when I was finishing up my homework. I had already done my pamphlets for the project in Mr. Johnson's class, and was attempting to do some math. My phone had been buzzing with texts from my friends, but I had muted the chat again so I wouldn't be distracted. However, my phone went off three times before I checked it, my eyes scanning over the words on the screen.

Harry: come smoke weed with me

Harry: I need to get high

Harry: please Nicole

It was not at all what I expected. Not to mention that I wasn't sure if getting high on a school night was a very good idea. However, I knew that he probably just wanted to vent. After a couple minutes of debating, I told him I needed to finish three math problems first. He thanked me, and said he would come to pick me up. So, I hurried to finish up my homework, surprised with myself when I made an effort to look okay. My hair was down, and I had on a crop top along with jean shorts. Slipping on my checkered Vans, I grabbed my phone and wallet, heading downstairs quietly. After locking the door behind me, I noticed Harry's car sitting in the street, though it looked like it wasn't on. Raising an eyebrow, I crossed my front yard, jumping when an arm wrapped around my waist, and a hand covered my mouth. I screamed slightly, though the sight of cuts on the person's hand calmed me down.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I muttered, turning around to face him when he let go of me.

"I just about peed my pants."

"What a shame it would be if you had to get naked," he joked cheekily, a smirk crossing his lips. "Alright, let's go."

We got into his car, Harry and I driving for a while. I was surprised when he put his hand on my thigh, though I didn't try to move it. Honestly, I could tell he wanted me to be around him, and maybe he needed the physical touch to stay calm. Not that he seemed anxious at all, but it was just an idea.

"Do you ever want to run away?" he asked, his thumb shifting back and forth on my thigh easily.

"Not personally. Sometimes I just feel unwanted."

"Me too."

Glancing at Harry, he paid attention to the road. I had never really noticed how much he disliked everything, even with how popular he was. Honestly, it was kind of sad to think he was so upset. However, I brushed it off, placing my hand over his. He pulled away, and at first I was kind of offended, but he then grasped my hand, holding it easily.

"You know, I think you're cute."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah. Like, you have a great personality, and you help me, but you're also shy around me still. I don't know, I think you're cute, but you're also hot."

Laughing, I smiled at him. Harry continued driving until we were parked where we could see the city and the sky. He climbed into the back, or, more so stumbled into the back. I giggled at that, following after him. He let me sit beside him, Harry reaching into the pocket behind the driver's seat. He pulled out a baggy, handing me one of the joints. It was followed by him lighting it with his lighter. I let him take the first hit, green eyes soft as he handed it to me. Doing the same, I found myself cuddling up against him, Harry shaking his head.

"Are you okay?" I questioned. "You don't seem like the type to smoke weed very often."

"I don't. Just when I'm feeling shitty. I've been upset because of Hailey, and this was an excuse to see you," he told me, but then looked a little embarrassed. "Shit, you weren't supposed to know that part."