flower crowns // l.s.

❁19❁

warning: adult content

Ed had left Harry before Niall and Liam returned home. Then it was their turn to take care of Harry, and Harry will admit, they did a pretty good job. He normally wouldn't let them because it made him feel like a child (and he didn't like that), but he found it comforting in an odd way. He liked not being alone and having someone take care of him, so the rest of the night went by nice. It took another day for him to be able to breathe through his nose. Harry hates doctors, so he refused to visit one when Liam suggested it. Liam knew why, too, so he didn't dare push it. Harry honestly didn't know what he came down with, and he was happy he could eat something without feeling nauseous at least. Sadly though, he had to skip out from work for an entire week. Didn't see or text Louis for an entire week. But his amazing friends were there for him, willing to do whatever he asked, no matter the task. They helped him stop constantly thinking about Louis, and that was just the biggest relief. Now he feels . . . all right. He could be better. He's still got a cough that he'd like to get rid of.

But there was something else. He's been cooped up in the apartment for far too long. And he missed Louis. Harry hates that he's so clingy like this, when they're not even dating. It's just who he is; he gets attached and can't prevent it. Harry feels drained and needs something, needs someone.

"I'll be back!" Harry shouted from the door, awaiting a response. He told Niall he was going to visit his grandmother.

"All right, dude, be safe," Niall calmly replied from the couch.

Harry smiled and shut the door behind him, taking a deep breath as he made his way towards the elevator. He honestly made sure to leave before Liam got back from his job. Niall is just so laid back and chilled out, so it's easy to sneak away without much questioning. But Liam is a different story. He's very protective and likes to know where he can reach Harry if something happens. Which isn't that bad, but it can be suffocating. He loves Liam to death, but he can really be overbearingly worrisome.

He didn't bother with a cab. Harry liked walking and liked that he could clear his head. Not so much that he would have second thoughts about where he's going. He just thought he deserved this, is all. He deserved to have fun like people his age does. It didn't take long before he was there, and that's when he felt hesitant about this. The neon sign twinkled each letter, before flashing the entire word. Pink Flamingo.

Harry could turn around and just head back home, it would be that easy. But then he watched as someone approached the black doors. Two men, one with scruff and one clean-shaven. Both with dark hair. They were attractive, undeniably pretty boys. He knows that this is okay. People do it all the time, so he shouldn't be afraid. Maybe just one drink and that's it. So he pushed himself towards the dark building with the bright sign and went straight for the door.

"Whoa, hey, hang on there."

Harry jumped back when a large man slipped his arm out in front of him, blocking him from the door. "I—" Harry started with a step back, frightened. He hadn't noticed him before. But then he spotted a wooden stool chair near the door. The man must've been there.

"You're good, kid," he spoke, voice deep. He was bald and had tattoos peaking out above his ears. "You look scared. Don't be scared, just need to see your ID."

Harry frowned. "I don't look old enough?" He asked while slipping a hand into his back pocket.

The muscular man stared at Harry with narrowed eyes. "Well . . . Now that I'm lookin' right at you, I'd say you're about nineteen." Harry held up his ID. "I mean, twenty-two. Yeah. Okay, head in. Have fun, Harry!"

Harry laughed and nodded, smiling at the man who must've read his name off the card. He walked inside and immediately frowned, though. It was dark. His hands stuck out in front of him, trying to feel for a knob that led anywhere with a light. The music was loud, so loud he couldn't even think. It was what he wanted, to not be able to think, but now he didn't feel too good about it.