My Forever (Harry Styles)

Secrets Are Out

Warning: Drug references are in this chapter so do not read if you can't be mature about it or handle it. Drugs are bad. Don't do them! Love you <3

"It all started when I was 16. That was when I met Niall, Louis, Liam and Zayn. We all became great friends super fast obviously. But they took me to parties and gave me new experiences. Some not so good." He pauses to look down at the ground and take a breath. "Niall got invited to this college party by some girls he saw on the street. He lied about his age just to talk to them. So Niall told us what happened and he wanted us to go with him. Mostly because he was scared to go by himself.

"So we went. There were drugs at this party. All the ones we went to for high school had alcohol and that was it. This one they had weed and cocaine. We were scared shitless to say the least. We got talking with some of the guys and they explained how they got the stuff and how they sell it themselves to get a shit ton of cash. Being teens with no money of our own, we wanted in.

"Every month we would meet the guys from the party and they would give us some to sell. We would have to split the profits we got with the guys from the party too, so we never got a whole lot of money. Plus we would always spend it." He stops and looks to me for a response.

I'm not quite sure what to say. I don't feel the need to run like he thought, but I'm just speechless. "Um, anything else?" I ask awkwardly. He chuckles a bit at my awkward demeanor.

"Yes. Liam, Louis, and Zayn opted out about a year ago. I stopped a month after them. It became too intense for us all. I'm not going to get into all of that. But Niall never stopped. He liked the pay I guess. I don't really know. But about a month after you ended things with me, the pain and loneliness became too much for me. I called Niall and asked him to bring me some weed. It numbed the pain for a little while." He confesses to me and I feel the guilt rising in my stomach. 

"Harry... I'm so sorry." I choke out. He nods before he continues.

"And so last night, after you left, Niall called me. He needed help on a run. He was meeting some guys that were going to buy from him. It was in a sketchy part of town so he wasn't comfortable doing it alone. I was reluctant to help him out but I couldn't forgive myself if something happened to him. 

"A cop car drove by and they saw what we were doing. Niall sprinted down the alley and got away, leaving me to be handcuffed and taken for a ride in the cop car. So that's how it happened." He finishes.

"So you all were pot and crack heads?" Is the question that crosses my mind. 

"Yes and no. I never did the coke. Niall and Zayn tried it once and didn't like it. The rest of us just smoked weed from time to time just for fun." He tells me.

  "Niall texted me when you were locked up. He told me not to hate him. Now I know why. I can't believe he would do that to you. What a great friend." I say sarcastically. 

"I don't know how I'm feeling about him right now. You're my only concern at the moment. How are you feeling about all of this?" He asks me.

"I'm not going anywhere if that's what you think. But I don't want you being involved in any of that anymore. I don't wanna go through that again, with you being in jail." I say in a small voice.

"Never again. I promise." He says and pulls me into his side and kisses my forehead. " I love you and I'll do anything for you. You can't leave me ever again. I won't be able to handle it." 

"Just steer clear of any exes or pretty girls. Knowing me I'll over dramatize things again." I say to him. He chuckles into my ear and kisses my temple.

"You're the only girl I see." He says and I roll my eyes and elbow him in the ribs for being so cheesy. He laughs, "Except for maybe Ariana Grande." He looks at me.

"Yeah I can understand that. She's literally perfect. She can look good doing anything or wearing anything. I'd go lesbian for her." I agree. His eyes widen at my comment.

"That'd be so fucking hot." He says and now it's my turn to laugh. 

"Stop picturing it!" I yell at him.

"I'm sorry! You said it and now I'm thinking it." He says shrugging his shoulders.

I take his face in between my hands and place my forehead on his. He wraps his fingers around my wrists and places my hands on his neck. He pulls my waist towards him so that our bodies are touching. My legs wrap around his waist so that I am now sitting on him. Our lips touch softly and linger. He presses his lips harder against mine and our lips move in sync. His hands move all up and down my bare thighs and up my sides, giving me goosebumps and butterflies. 

His tongue swipes my lower lip and I open my mouth for him. His tongue massages mine and our hot breaths mix together. Suddenly he pulls away and looks at me. 

"What?" I ask.

"I think we should stop this for now." He says with a clenched jaw. 

"Okay?" I say confused. His eyes look down and I follow his gaze to between my legs. There's an eminent bulge in Harry's jeans. I can't help but cover my mouth and giggle. "Has this happened with me before?" I ask him.

"Yes. Every time we've had a sleepover." He confesses. 

"Oh my." Is all I say.

"Yeah yeah okay. Shall we leave now?" 

"If you want to." I say.

"I do. It's getting a little too steamy in here." He says and lifts me up from his lap. We both stand to our feet and walk towards the door and lock it behind us. 

The walk back seemed shorter somehow. It might have been Harry's cheesy jokes and remarks about how hot it would be if Ariana Grande and I were lesbians. Oh Harold...