Leave Me Alone (h.s.)

Chapter 37

HARRY'S POV

I woke up before Faithlyn did so I took the opportunity to start making breakfast for the two of us while she sleeps. It was nearly six in the morning and I couldn't go back to sleep after Niall drunk dialled me and spoke bullshit while I pretended to listen. My eyes wouldn't shut again so I sighed and walked down to the kitchen.

It's been about five minutes since I started on breakfast and my skin has been burnt and sizzled by bacon grease every ten fucking seconds on my arms and feet. I need to remind myself that the next time I make bacon, I should just buy the shitty bacon that you put in the microwave for a minute, I'm sure it tastes the same.

After cursing everytime hot grease lands on my skin for a couple more minutes, I place the meat on a plate next to the stove and begin to make pancakes. I pour the mix into the pan and being the impatient fuck that I am, I turn the stove on high so the damn dough with cook faster. I repeat the same thing until I have a stack of six pancakes on another plate next to the bacon.

It's six fifteen and I don't want to wake up my baby just yet, but I am bored and don't want to start getting ready right now. I cross my arms over my chest and lean my back against the counter and just think to myself for a little bit.

Flashes of last night appear in my head. Me being pissed off because I know Louis wants Faith and she is too ignorant to see it. Don't get me wrong, Faithlyn's eunoia never seizes to astound me, but she never seems to notice the effect she has on the male population in this town, other than me.

The hot sex that we had last night flashes through my recollection. The view of her on all fours in front of me in her black skirt bunched up was a picture that I would never forget. Her soft moans that echoed throughout the room. Her smooth porcelain skin under my rough fingertips. The sound of her skin hitting mine as I fucked her from behind. The way she is so innocent and pure, yet her dirty mind makes her seem otherwise. The way she tried to piss me off so I would be rough with her. The way she loves my obscene words that make her cheeks rosy and her panties wet. The amazing feeling of her walls wrapped around my-

My day dreams are interrupted by the bulge in my sweatpants from thinking about last night. God dammit, I need to think about other things besides sex.

I'll wake up Faithlyn in a little bit, but I realized this is a good opportunity to smoke before she wakes. Without a second thought, I quietly sneak into my room and into my closet to retrieve my glass bong hidden on my top shelf above my clothes that are hung up. Then, I pad over to the garage and open the box on the shelf with the plethora amount of marijuana in it. I decide on just grabbing one of the massive jars filled with the green smelly substance and I bring myself to the backyard.

I know that there is a really big possibility that Faithlyn will wake up and catch me smoking out here, but honestly, Faithlyn really only wakes up if I wake her up or else she could sleep in until two in the afternoon. So I'm not really worried as much as I should be about getting caught.

Once I filled the bottom of the bong with water and packed the small bowl with weed, I wrap my lips around the top and flick my lighter to set the illegal substance on fire. The glass bong fills itself with milky looking smoke and water at bottom of it bubbles as I begin to kill my lungs with smoke. I lift the bowl piece out of the bong and quickly inhale the rest of the smoke until the bong is cleared completely. I hold the smoke into my dying lungs for a few seconds so I can have the full affect of being happily high out of my mind.

I slowly blow the smoke out of my mouth, my eyes water from the amount that I held. I repeat the same thing over and over telling myself that I'll do just one more, but I end up repeating it about nine or ten times and my brain feels tingly.