Drive. - Harry Styles

Chapter Three

(I'm sorry if this chapter includes a little bit too much "drugs" or things like that, I apoligize its just the way  i planned the story to go as! the whole story will not be only about the topics said in this chapter, i love you xoxoxooxooxoo )

"It doesn't matter." I huffed and stood up, "Take me home, my mother will be worried." 

He took his bottom lip between his teeth, whilst looking down at his fingers. 

"I don't like you being there." he said softly 

"It's not up to you? It's my house." 

"You know what I mean!" He spat 

"I barely know you, and you expect me to sit here in your flat alone with you." He remained silent, "I want to go home, please." I nearly whispered. 

"You shouldn't be there, it's not safe for you." 

"Who are you to tell me what is safe for me and what is not." I said while walking outside into the hallway, 

"What, I just wanted to-" I cut him off before he could finish, 

My anger was growing, what is up with him? I don't even know him and he's bringing me back to his flat. 

"Take me home." I yelled, irritated. 

I don't know who the fuck he even is, and all I want to do is just go home. Why does he want me to stay here? How did I even get here? Why am I even here? I pushed my thoughts to the back of my head and stormed into the elevator, 

"I'm sorry," I whisper, "It's just I have plans and I don't-" I was cut of

"Know me. I fucking know!" He spits, 

I pulled my phone out attempting to avoid the 'awkwardness' between the two of us. 

"For fucks sake" He mumbles. 

I unlock my phone to see a text from Niall. 'Sesh? I'm stressed out and have money.' I read quickly and responded. 

'Coming.' 

I've never really thought about why I do all of this It gives me a break from everything, I guess. I shake off my thoughts as the doors slide open. Harry grabs my wrist and pulls me to the door, his actions reminded me of my father, I clenched my eyes together to hold in my tears. I don't know why I felt like crying, it's just the thought of him makes me sick. 

"Peace." He says as I climb out the large car, I rolled my eyes and ran to my back door. My father was sitting on the couch while my mother was no where to be seen. I pulled my Doc Martens off and run upstairs trying my best to avoid him. I placed my bag on my bed and pulled my books out of it, throwing them on my desk. I shoved a few cigarettes inside and one between my teeth. I grabbed a lighter and ran downstairs. I texted Niall telling him to be where he was suppose to. I slammed the back door and walked down my drive way. I pulled the lighter from my bag and lit up the cigarette. The smoke feels amazing in my lungs, I calmed down while walking to the bridge. I noticed Niall sitting on the edge of the bridge with his green back pack that I loved. He looked so cute, he turns to me as I laugh. 

"Are you done looking at me" He grins, as I laugh 

I pull the white stick from my mouth and throw it to the ground then stomping lightly on it. 

"I see you have already had your cancer stick." he laughs. 

"Oh shut up" I say as he pulls his back pack to his side while zipping it open, he pulls out a beautifully coloured glass figure. Then a small baggie, he pulls out a little nug and places it in the bowl.