Erin [editing]

TWENTY-FOUR| day with gray

I've been sulking in my bed ever since I've came home. Harry's been trying to make me feel better but he's failing at it. He's brought me lunch, he sung for me, and he's even tried tickling me, which resulted in him getting kicked. Nothing works. I inhaled my cigarette that I stole from Louis and felt the feelings fade away, but it always came back, it wasn't enough. I snorted the white stuff Blair gave me, but it still wasn't enough. I smoked an Adair, three of them, but it wasn't enough, nothing's enough. I took the pills she gave me, only four though. She had written on the baggie that she gave me to never take two a day because they'll make a personal hallucinate like crazy, but four won't hurt, right? I heard Harry coming up the stairs again. I searched around for a spot I could burn my Adair with but it was too late, he had caught me.

"Hand it over," Harry sighed. "Don't."

I gave him my Adair and frowned. That was my last one. He took it and burned it out with his finger. Ouch.

"Nicola and Grayson are here," he said.

"Why?" I groaned into my pillow.

Harry sat on my bed beside me. "If you don't want them here then I'll tell them to go."

I shook my head.

"I wish you'd tell me what's wrong," Harry sighed depressingly. "It's making me upset that you're upset."

"Where's the other guys?" I asked.

"Louis is in LA, Niall is nowhere to be seen, and Liam is at the gym," said Harry.

"I hate that you have to be here with me. You can leave if you'd like. I know you want to go out," I sighed.

"It's okay, I'd rather be here with my daughter," he smiled.

"You're twenty-one. What twenty-one year old doesn't want to go out?" I sighed.

"I'd rather be here with you," Harry said. "And since Grayson is here, I have to be extra careful."

"Shut up," I frowned.

"Should I send them in?" Harry asked.

"Why not," I huffed and sat up.

Harry kissed my forehead and I cringed. I wiped his saliva off of my head and he gave me a sly wink. I hate when he kisses me, his lips are wet as fuck. When Louis does it, it's fine. Even when Liam does it then it's okay. Niall's lips will never find my forehead, ever. But Harry? I don't know if it's because his lips are huge as fuck, but he leaves the biggest wet mark on my forehead. I sighed and saw Nicola and Grayson walk into my room. They awed at the scene for a second before both coming over to me.

"Hey baby," Gray smiled at me.

"Hey Gray," I said and turned to Nicola. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I'm here to tell you that you're being ridiculous and I'm your best friend," said Nicola. "I can come over even when I'm uninvited."

"Oh really?" I asked with a scowl.

"Yeah really. And for starters, you're all upset that Nick is gay. Did you like him or something?" Nicola asked.