Light Me Up [H.S]

11

"Here!" Morgan yelled as she shoved a glass of something into my hand. There was quite a crowd at the penthouse, and the noise was much louder than I had expected. Some bass-heavy track was playing loudly and people moved to the rhythm. The place smelled like a mixture of alcohol, sweat and weed. A quick glance around the room resulted in my eyes landing on Harry. He was leaning against a wall, looking into his glass, crystal of course. He wore a white t-shirt, kind of low cut, showing off his chest and a pair of black jeans. His messy curls were perfect, like he had spent hours making them look like he just stepped out of bed. And then he lifted his gaze, either because he felt me staring at him like a creep, or because he knew I was there. His eyes immediately locked on mine, and once again I felt that electric charge running through me. He broke eye contact, looking the other way, his eyes scanning the room for God knows what. An eligible victim, I supposed. 

I sipped my drink and winced at the very strong mixture. "Whoa, what is this?!" I asked and both Niall and Morgan laughed while they shrugged. That wasn't the most comforting reaction. I had always been very aware of what I drank and who had made it, because I was scared of getting roofied. It didn't seem like that was something people worried about in this company. 

"Come see the view!" Morgan yelled and grabbed my hand, leading me towards the balcony. She opened the sliding door and we stepped out to look out over the lights of New York city. She slid the door shut behind us and all the noise of the party disappeared immediately. The door was completely soundproof. 

"This is... wonderful," I smiled and looked over the skyscrapers and the busy streets below us. The lights were the only sign of how busy the city was, since the noise for some reason didn't make it all the way up where we were currently standing. If I opened a window in my own apartment, the noise of the city was almost deafening, but up here, it was perfectly quiet. 

Morgan zoned out and breathed calmly while she rested her arms on the railing like me. I leaned my cheek against my arms and looked at her. 

"Penny for your thought?" I said and smiled warmly at her when she looked at me. 

Her eyes were glazed over, a mixture between alcohol, weed and tears. She took a shaky breath and mirrored the way I was leaning my cheek against my arms. A tear escaped the corner of her eye and I just looked compassionately at her and waited for her to be ready to talk about it. 

"I was out here with Harry this morning. He was sobbing..." She paused and drew in an unsteady breath. "It always gets to me when he breaks down. Because he never really did, not until her."

Her had to be Willow, who Niall had spoken of the night before. I knew very well that I wouldn't be getting any details, but I was able to understand better that things were complicated for Harry because of that girl. 

"They said he would probably need time. Like a lot of time. That PTSD isn't something you just sweep under the rug. Year one he took pills. All the pills he could find, drank an insane amount of alcohol and tried to slash his wrists." Morgan held my gaze, taking in my reaction.