Illicit [Harry Styles]

Chapter 29

*Harry's POV*

"Well?" I snapped loudly, earning more than a few glares now as I stood in the doorway to the house with Jess surely passed out in my arms.

Someone pushed a guy in my direction, obviously he knew the answer; he was a fair bit shorter than me and looked kind of sheepish as he glanced back to whoever shoved him with wide eyes whilst almost tripping over his own feet.

"Is anyone going to fuckíng answer me or not?"

"It was just weed man, chill out!" the guy said, trying to defend himself.

"Chill out? Look at her!" I gestured with my head down to Jess. Any other time, if you'd have asked me about my thoughts on pot, I would be all for it and rave about how it should be legalised, but right now I needed something — someone — to blame for this situation she'd got herself in, because I didn't want to accept that it was probably her own fault for drinking too much and adding drugs to the mix. Then again, I'm guessing her naivety meant that she didn't know what she'd been offered when she took it.

"Brownies don't have that effect on their own, she's either wasted or she got spiked — this is her fault, not mine! Lay off!"

I clenched my jaw with nostrils flaring and took a deep breath in an attempt to calm the raging anger that was bubbling within me. I was not in the mood to be spoken back to like this by some díck who thinks he's Kurt Cobain. "Listen, if I wasn't holding an unconscious 17 year old girl in my arms right now I'd smack you so hard, so you better watch your fuçking mouth, mate. Where's Mckenzie!"

If this guy was a crab he'd be crawling back inside his shell to hide right now — luckily he realised who he was talking to before I totally lost it and ripped his damn head off. I stood trying to be patient as everyone worked together to hunt Mckenzie down, and after a couple of long minutes she was walking through the living room towards me in those ridiculous high heels.

"What the hell is this? Harry! What happened to her?"

"What do you fuçking think? She's hammered and someone gave her weed!"

Mckenzie looked panicked and started to peer around the room quickly before pushing me through it towards the hall. "You can't let her brother see her like this. I'm not joking, Harry. I don't know where he is but you have to get her upstairs and into my room before he comes back. Take her up and I'll—"

"I've got it, I'll sort her out," I told her adamantly, "But soon enough she's gonna chuck up the entire contents of her stomach so I'm gonna need a bucket or something."

"Okay, okay, I'll bring one up. Hurry up and go, Niall will seriously go skits if he sees her!"

I nodded, climbing the stairs in a hurry but not being able to see where my feet were treading. The last thing I need is Niall on my back — he's an Irishman; he'd probably hit me over the head with a beer bottle or something. Not to mention the stick Jess would get from him, and I'm sure she wants as few people as possible seeing her this way.

I got upstairs and opened every door one after the other to try and find Mckenzie's room, but of course it was the last one I went for and it was locked. I looked around helplessly, tapping my foot anxiously and just praying that Niall didn't walk up those stairs right now. It only took a few minutes before Mckenzie was running up the stairs with a bucket in her hand.

"It's locked!"

"Right, sorry," she apologised, reaching into the top of her dress and pulling out a key. She fumbled with the lock until finally the door was being pushed open and we were rushing inside.