Harry's POV-
"No." I moaned, leaning against the edge of the table.
Fuck my head was pounding.
"Harry, I'm serious. If you don't clean up your mess soon, you are going to ruin yourself." My mum said, staring at my pathetic self.
"Fuck, I know. They all hate me. They don't want me like they used to. He doesn't want me anymore." I squinted my eyes, pinching the tip of my nose.
If only I can go back.
"I'm leaving you. I'm leaving you here by yourself because this is your mistake that you need to fix. I'm not helping you, no one is or will. This is your mess. I love you Harry but, I'm done trying with you." My mum said, walking over to me.
"Am I going to lose you too?" I asked, my voice slightly cracking.
"No, Harry. You need to be alone for a little while. You know what you have to do. I love you, Haz." My mum kissed my cheek. Her tears slide on my cheek, wetting my face.
"I love you, mum."
She walked out the door without another word.
Why did I do it?
Why did I ruin everything great in my life?
For fucks sake, I'm a twenty year old man who used to be in the world's greatest boy band, had the love of my life, and had the greatest mates I've always needed.
Now...
Now I have nothing but my mind and my rotten soul.
I grabbed the bottle of vodka and sat on the couch while the fire place filled my vision.
I plan on getting drunk, so drunk that I black out and forget all my problems.
I always do this.
I've been doing this for the last three months.
I take multiple swigs, feeling the burning sensation throughout my whole god damn body.
I love it.
I grab the little bag of weed on the table and open it. I grab a piece of paper, filling it up with weed and rolling it into a joint.
I take my lighter and light that shit up.
Here goes another useless, painful night.
I inhale, making sure it burns my throat just like the liquor.
This is what I need right now.
This is what I want.
