Beautiful Nightmare

Chapter 10

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HPOV

I woke up the next day feeling like complete shit. My head was pounding, my mouth felt like it was full of cotton, and my body ached. I slowly sat up and took in my surroundings. I was on David's couch and there were empty beer bottles everywhere. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and saw that I had a new text from Alice that was sent this morning.

hey, are you okay? i got your voice mails, i'll call you later

Fuck. What the hell did I say yesterday? I'm such an idiot. I don't remember much about last night but I vaguely remember getting drunk and snorting about four more lines of coke. Immediately, I wanted some more. I was beginning to get hooked on this thing again.

I didn't know what to say to Alice. She couldn't find out that I did cocaine last night. I had no idea how she would react once she found out and I didn't want to take any chances. I didn't text her back, instead falling asleep and avoiding the issue. 

I woke up again, about two hours later when my phone rang.

"Hello?" I said, not bothering to check the caller ID.

"Harry! Are you okay?" Shit, it was Alice.

"Yeah," I said, sitting up and rubbing a hand over my face. To be honest, I felt even worse than before. My body ached all over and I was itching to snort another line. I was going through withdrawal and it sucked.

"Liar. Are you home? I got your voice mails and I've been calling you all day." Alice said, sounding worried.

"No, I'm not home." I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, to be honest. Not even Alice. I just wanted to go to sleep and never wake up.

"Okay, well, where are you? You need me to come pick you up?"

"I'm at a friend's house. I don't wanna bother you."

"It's not a problem. What's the address?" I gave her the address and hung up. I made my way to the bathroom, taking a much needed piss. As I washed my hands, I studied my reflection. I looked as bad as I felt. My hair looked like a bird was taking up residence in it and my eyes were completely bloodshot. A big purple bruise was forming around my left eye and my bottom lip jutted out slightly because of how swollen it was. I did not look good.

Alice called and told me she was downstairs so I shook David awake and told him I'd call him in a couple of days and my way downstairs.

"What the hell happened to you?" Alice said when she she saw me. She gently ran her fingers around my swollen eye.

"Me and my dad had a little altercation yesterday when I got home," I said, looking out the window. Alice could read me like a book and I didn't want her to see how hurt I was by the events that took place last night.

"Did he hit you?" she whispered. I just nodded, not really wanting to talk about it.

"Has this happened before?"

"No," I mumbled, lightly pressing a finger to my lip. "Last night was the first time he's hit me."

Alice leaned over and gave me a sweet kiss on my cheek, but not even that could pull me out of the mood I was in. It's been a while since I've had withdrawal but I knew that was what this was. Why was I doing this? A girl like Alice shouldn't be involved with a dead beat like me. She deserved so much more. I was only going to bring her down.

"Have you talked to your parents at all since last night?" said Alice, pulling me out of thoughts.

"No, I don't really feel like dealing with them right now." I doubt they even cared where I was.

"Um, if you want, you can stay over tonight." Alice offered, taking me by surprise.

"Are you sure? What about your parents?"

"They're going to be gone until Monday night."

"Um, okay then." I said, feeling unsure about this whole thing. "If you're sure." Alice nodded and gave me a small smile before pulling up to her driveway.

"Are you hungry? When was the last time you ate?" she asked, as she unlocked her front door and led us inside.

"No, I'm fine." I said, yawning. I couldn't remember the last time I ate so it had to be a while ago but I had no appetite. "Do you mind if I take a shower? I feel disgusting."

"No, of course not. The bathroom's upstairs, I'll bring you some towels."

"Thanks," I said, giving Alice a small smile before heading upstairs. Once I found the bathroom, I quickly stripped off my clothes and got into the shower, the hot water soothing my aching muscles.

APOV

As I got a clean towel for Harry, I realized that he didn't have any clean clothes to wear. Thankfully, I had a couple of my brother Louis' old t-shirts and basketball shorts that Harry could wear. I quickly rummaged through my drawers and grabbed some.

 "Harry?" I lightly knocked on the bathroom door but he didn't respond, so I just went in. Unfortunately for me and my hormones, I couldn't see anything behind the shower curtain.

"Um, Harry?" I said awkwardly, setting the towel and the clothes on top of the counter.

"Yeah?"

"Sorry for, uh, just coming in but I brought you some clothes that you could wear. They're my brother's."

"Okay, thanks."

"You're welcome," I said and slipped out of the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

About ten minutes later, Harry came into my room where I was lying on my bed, using my computer. Holy hell, that boy looked good. His hair was wet and slicked off his face and despite the bruises marring his face, he was still incredibly handsome. The grey t-shirt he had on was a little small so it fit him kinda smug, making his arm muscles look incredible. He was wearing black basketball shorts and, sweet mother of Jesus, there was no way he was wearing underwear underneath because the outline of his dick was clearly visible.

Harry cleared his throat, making my eyes snap back to his face. He was smirking at me, the first real smile that I saw today, making my face burn up.

Harry sat down with his back against my headboard, his long legs stretching out across my bed.

"Sorry," he said, after he took a gigantic yawn.

"It's okay. You can take a nap if you want. I won't mind." I said, closing my Mac and getting up.

"You sure?" he asked, scooting down and laying his head on my pillow.

"Mmhm," I said, nodding my head at him and running my fingers through his curly locks. "Get some rest."

I turned off the light and went downstairs to do my homework so I wouldn't have to worry about it over the weekend.

By the time I was done, it was already six and I was starving. I didn't want to order out and I couldn't cook to save my life so I just popped some Hot Pockets into the microwave, grabbed a bag of Doritos, and a can of Coke and made my way to the couch to catch up with my DVR. Nutritious I know.

In the middle of Dance Moms, I started thinking about how strange Harry was acting. In his voice mails he was talking a mile a minute and being weird and now, he seemed exhausted and just very depressed. My brother Louis, used to act like this all the time and he had just recently come out of rehab for doing cocaine and other drugs. My suspicions of Harry doing coke last night were starting to seem more and more plausible. I had to talk to him and figure out what was going on.

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Erika