Trigger warning, this oneshot is about selfharm and smoking. If you don't feel good in your body please don't do self-harm, if you know anyone or if you do it yourself please contact someone about it. if it's not your family call help services and if you don't dare that, contact me on Wattpad. There is someone out there who loves, I love you I truly do. You make my day brighter and that's not a lie.
Harry stalked towards his best friend. "you smell like smoke." He said. "I did not smoke." He replied. "you promised me to stop." Harry said. "it's not that easy Harry." Draco said. Harry nodded and sat down. "how are you?" he asked. "I'm fine." Draco replied with smile. "how was the break?" Draco asked. "it was shit, I lost 5 kg weight because I didn't get fed." Harry replied. "why do I keep asking these stupid questions?" Draco asked. Harry chuckled. "I should head to class, bye." Harry said and walked away.
Draco picked up his lighter and lighted his cigarette. The last one. he promised himself knowing he would break the promise in less than six hours. He knew he had to listen to his best friend, but he couldn't let it. it wasn't the taste of the cigarette he detested it. but it was the feeling he got from it. he looked over the parking lot and leaned against his car. He started smoking on a rainy day, his father had just told him about the family tradition of some rich girl marrying him the day he turn eighteen. he checked the time and saw that Harry would be arriving in a few minutes so he put out the cigarette after one last inhale and when he exhaled the smoke he saw Harry right in his view. He was frowning at him. "I thought you stopped." He said, he was so disappointed. "I did, it was just a time killing thing." Draco said. Harry glared at him. "I should never have trusted you." he said and stomped off. "says the one." Draco said. Harry's head snapped around. "what?" he asked. "this lighter usually lasts three months it's already empty. I know you use it." Draco said. "I don't smoke." Harry said. "what do you use it for?" Draco asked. "none of your concern." Harry replied. "it is my concern." Draco replied. "burning." Harry replied. "what do you burn?" Draco gripped Harry's arm so he would stop walking and Harry winced. "Harry James Potter, don't tell me you burn yourself." Draco said. "well unfortunately I do." Harry replied. Draco looked at Harry. "Harry." Draco his voice was weak. "can we go home please?" Harry eyed Draco's car. He nodded and they sat in the car. It was quiet. Draco was mad at himself he let it happen and Harry was crying.
Draco sat down on the couch and handed Harry a tea. "we're gonna talk about it." Draco said. "I don't want to talk about it." Harry said. "yet you are, Harry." Draco said. he shook his head. "then tell me what's on your heart." Draco said. "I haven't been fed properly for weeks, I get abused at home and I can't get my best friend from the cigarettes." Harry said. "you're gone from home now, you're safe now. And I'm not letting you go back." Draco said. Harry nodded. "and look." Draco threw his box on the table. "there are five left." he said. Harry looked at him. Draco one of and broke it in half. "only four now." He said and repeated the process. "if it really helps you, I'm never gonna touch them again." he said. Harry nodded and looked at him. "I love you." Harry said. Draco smiled and kissed his forehead. "I love you more." He said.
