Harry Styles Preferences

#59 The Hills-The Weeknd

You're dating to a famous musician. He was on the road and you were sitting on the couch with your friends. It was five thirty and your phone rings and you smiled. Your friends smirked and got up to leave. You answer the phone. "Hello?" You answered. "Hey babe." He said and you smiled. "Hey Harry." You replied. "I am out front of the gate." He said and you get up. "Okay I'll answer it." You said walking over to open the door. When you did you see rainy sky and Harry drenched wet and baked as cookies. "Harry we need to get you help." I said and he snorted. "I'll just relapse again." He said and you looked at him as you lead him to the sofa. "Just screw me." He stated miserably. "Harry you have a girlfriend." You said and he snorted. "Who are you to judge?" He asked and you scowled him. "Someone that cares about you." You answered. "That was rhetorical." He said laughing. "No you don't care you only call me when its half past five and when you screw women get stoned and come here!" You shouted and he looked at you with his blood shot eyes. What happen to the dimpled sixteen year boy? Now he is a shell only filled with alcohol, drugs and death. He's a shallow pool with a deep in. He looked out the window. "The hills have eyes." He whispered looking into the distance. "Harry!" You shouted and he smiled. "How much did you take?" You asked and he smiled. "The hills have eyes." He whispered before zoning out and you turn to see paparazzi one top of the hill and you shut the curtain and looked at Harry and groaned dragging him to the bathroom to hose him down and sober him up.

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