Desolate - h.s. ✓

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It was around four when Harry said we should leave for the concert. I still had no idea who we were going to see, my boyfriend telling me that I looked really good. He seemed to like it when I wore shorts, which I thought was kind of funny, but I discarded the thought. Harry had helped me choose what shirt to wear, deciding that the white off the shoulder top would look best.

We went to his house first, Anne home with Robin. They both waved to us, Harry saying that he needed to get the tickets to the concert, as well as something from his room. His mother got up then, Harry taking my hand and pulling me up the stairs with him. I watched as he opened his underwear drawer, grabbing a baggy that was clearly filled with weed.

"Oh my God! Why do you have so much with you?!"

He chuckled, shaking his head. It was a plastic bag that was about half way filled, Harry saying it was perfectly fine, but I was completely shocked at what he was doing. He sat at his desk, not caring when I sat on the desk top beside him.

"Can you move your legs? I need rolling paper, and I need my grinder to crush it."

"You should teach me."

He glanced up, seeming to take that into consideration. Harry nodded, showing me how he put the weed into the grinder. He said I could crush it with anything really if I ever happened to be in a situation that I didn't have a grinder. Nodding, I watched as he finished grinding the cannabis, Harry placing it the weed into the rolling paper. He sealed it by licking the edge, a small smirk on his face when he looked up at me. Harry let me make the second one, which I did a pretty good job according to him. He started making a third one when his mom walked in, Harry jumping.

"Fuck, mom, can't you knock?" he scoffed, standing up quickly. "What do you need?"

"I just wanted to give you the tickets. What are you doing, honey?"

"Nothing," he muttered. "Just set them on my dresser, I'll grab them on the way out. We're just about to leave."

Anne gave Harry an odd look, his cheeks flushed along with mine. The sheer fact that she could possibly catch us was terrifying, but a small part of me felt like she wouldn't really care. Anne simply shrugged, setting the tickets on the dresser and walking out. My boyfriend rolled his eyes, finishing two more joints before placing them in a baggie. I watched him clean up, Harry stuffing the joints into the side of his boxers.

"Classy. "Mm, you know it. I want to get it in the venue though."

"I don't care, it's cool," I nodded.

He pressed a kiss to my cheeks, grabbing the tickets before I could see what they were for. Harry and I headed downstairs, Anne telling us to have fun. I waved goodbye, Harry and I heading to the car. He began driving not much later, playing Tyler, the creator.

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Once we reached the venue, I realized that we were seeing Tyler, the creator. Harry sent a small smile my way when I started freaking out over the pit tickets, my boyfriend letting me kiss his face multiple times. He held my hand as we headed to the venue, his lips pressing to my hand easily.

"I cannot believe you."

"Talk to Mum. She's the one who wanted to get floor tickets. I'm telling you, she absolutely adores you."

"We should have dinner with your family sometime," I told him suddenly, his lips pressing to my cheek as we waited to cross the street. "I feel like I haven't seen Gemma recently."

He smiled. "We can do that. Maybe I'll have Emily and Noah write their names down for me and then you and me can go to a tattoo place."

"Sounds like a plan."