¶𝗥𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗕𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗺 [H.S]

3.5

unedited

𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢

The warm sun rays hitting my face woke me up. I jumped awake, almost hitting my head on the door. I hadn't even realized I snoozed off before I could get to my bed; before I could even walk through the fucking door.

I rubbed my eyes together, cursing when I realized I could've been pickpocketed. Quickly running my hands over my pockets, I let go of a relieved sigh when I found my phone.

Thirteen missed calls from Aiden. Three missed calls from Melanie.

Great. The best fucking way to start a morning! I rolled my eyes, getting up from the floor. The fatigue was going to take some time to wear off. Good thing I had Marijuana or Heroin - if I needed something stronger.

I walked inside the dark house. My head was aching as I walked straight to the bathroom. I tried to remember if I went a little too crazy with the alcohol or with the drugs last night as I stripped off my clothes. This sleeping schedule wasn't good news mainly because I slept throughout the day or didn't sleep at all. And this hadn't happened in a long time...

The cold water dripped down my back, making goosebumps erupt all over my body and relieving my sore skin at the same time. My eyes closed as I breathed in and out, trying to keep my mind clean of all sorts of thoughts.

But then again, I didn't expect you to be so vulnerable with me either.

My hands curled into fists with which I hit the tiled wall before me.

I hate you. I hate you so much, Harry!

I squeezed my eyes shut.

So you care about me?

My breathing was heavy but the steam in the shower managed to mask the burning air coming out of my nose.

I want my death to be from your hands.

My eyes shot open, my heart beating like a drum in my ears. Melanie and I had a deal. She called me three fucking times and I should've answered them. Our deal was nothing but business so I should have answered them. Business came first. Always.

And Melanie came right after that...

I swallowed down the thought, turning off the water. A cold shower wasn't enough to get me on the right track. Zayn was fucking right, again. That deal was business, regardless, we both knew it was much more than that. And I needed Melanie off my mind if I was going to get on top of the business.