Liam sat in silence on the back porch, rocking back and forth on the swing staring out at the water. It was so very peaceful. He didn't know what was going on until Louis came outside.
"Liam you're never gonna believe what just happened." Louis said sounding out of breath and upset.
"What's wrong Lou?" Liam turned, looking concerned. He had never seen the man so jittery.
"Harry was jumped." Louis cried, Liam quickly stood up from his seat.
"He what?!" He started off into the house, but Louis stopped him.
"I don't think that's a good idea right now." Louis eyes looked into Liam's with panic.
"What do you mean?" Liam questioned uneasily. Louis tone got lower.
"Harry has been h-hurting himself." Louis stuttered, partly because he was holding back tears and partly because there was a cool wind that had been swept off the lake.
"What do you mean hurting himself?" Liam didn't want to really know what Louis meant because he was sure he had a good idea. Sadly, Louis looked down at his arm and traced his finger in lines all the way down it, getting Liam to sigh and curse to himself. "I need to see him." Liam tried to walk past but was stopped once more.
"Please Liam." Louis sounded anxious. "You don't want to do that right now, he already cussed Zayn out."
"Wait why?" Liam couldn't get a grip on what Louis had to say.
"Don't know, sent Niall to go talk to Zayn and I just brought Harry to take a bath and get cleaned up." Louis voice started to calm now. "I'm sure he'll be fine, his wounds aren't that bad." Liam rolled his eyes at Louis comment. He wanted to talk to Harry and see what happened and Louis was insisting he didn't.
"Fine." Liam sat down on the swing again, feeling utter frustration. He had never felt so helpless.
"What can I get you Ni bug?" Cortney smiled, addressing Niall with a pet name she had recently created.
"Oh something strong I suppose." Niall grinned. "What happened here?" Niall questioned, staring out the window at police cars and ambulances that seemed to stand out brightly in the afternoon sun. Cortney paused in the middle of pouring Niall's drink.
"Yeah some girl was found..." She ran her finger across her throat suggesting someone had killed her.
"What! You serious?" Niall turned back to Cortney as she placed his drink in front of him.
"Yes! Poor girl was found stabbed to death. Served her last night in fact." Cortney said sounding quite interested in the topic of the dead woman, leaning onto the bar.
"That's crazy!" Niall said loudly, gulping down his drink, shuddering at the taste. "Jesus this burns. What is this?" Niall sounded disgusted, getting a giggle from the brown haired girl behind the bar.
"It's what she was drinking last night." Cortney pointed to the paramedics hoisting a black body bag. Niall pretended to gag.
"You fed me a dead girls drink?!" His accent sounding thick and slurred with the help of the alcohol coursing through his veins.
"Oh quit your whining Horan it's not the EXACT same drink." Cortney playfully hit Niall with her towel. He continued to drink.
"So who found her?" Niall was curious.
"I did this morning." Cortney said sounding somewhat proud as she wiped off an end of the bar.
"Wait when does your shift end?" Niall was so confused as to how this fifteen year old girl managed to work all day and night.
"Basically never." Cortney replied. "I only get about an hour of sleep, sometimes less." She smiled a weak smile. Niall noticed she did look quite tired.
"That's crazy..." Niall stared into his drink. "Would you like to come back to our place and crash?"
"I couldn't possibly!" Her eyes grew wide at the offer. "Besides I have to keep this place up and open." She stretched her arms out, spinning around. The place was empty except for a cook and Niall.
"There's no one here." Niall and Cortney both laughed loudly.
"Haha Well I don't want to intrude!" She bit her lip.
"Nonsense! The boys would be fine with it." Niall smiled a drunk smile. That drink really had an impact.
"Maybe some other time." She picked up Niall's empty glass and set it on a tray. "You boat home safely now ya hear?" She patted him on the back as the drunk Irishman got to his feet. He sort of wobbled back and forth as he stood.
"Ahhh fine." Niall wrapped Cortney up into a hug and went on his way.
Zayn sat in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at himself. He wore nothing but a pair of black boxers as he stood, judging himself. He pondered, thinking back to everything he had ever done, regretting and trying to forget. A certain kiss kept unearthing itself in the depths of his mind.
"Go away." He sighed, shutting his eyes tightly, willing away the thought, tossing it back into his brain. "I'm straight." He whispered opening his eyes. His heart stopped at what he saw. Standing behind him in the door way, was a tall dark shadow. Frightened he turned around to see that no one was there. To make sure, he peeked his head out.
There was no one in either direction. He started to feel hot and bothered about the smallest things. Harry was pulling his sanity from him, one little piece at a time. He slammed his back up against the door, shutting it and letting out a loud yell of anger and frustration.
"What do you want from me!" He shouted to the ceiling through tear filled eyes. "What do you want..." He shook his head back and forth in defeat. His emotions left him exhausted. He frantically hobbled over to his jeans that lay in a pile, crumpled on the floor, reaching into the back pocket and pulling out a thin piece of metal.
"This is what you want isn't it." Zayn coughed staring at his reflection in the almost weightless object. The idea of hurting himself just seemed too easy. "Well, we can't always get what we want." Was all he said, and tossed the razor into the trash can. He flicked the light off and left the bathroom stumbling down the stairs.
"What do you want." Zayn heard a husky voice come from the couch, startling him and causing his heart to jump. It was Harry, his mop of curls slightly damp as he sat in a fresh pair of clothes.
"Harry I'm so sorr-" Zayn started to speak, holding back a tremendous amount of saved tears.
"Save it." Harry said, turning around to face Zayn. Harry shrugged his shoulders, his darkened green eyes raking over Zayn's bare body. Zayn shivered from the cold air on his flesh as well as the hungry stare from the boy before him. Zayn didn't know what to do in the situation, but he had to do something. He darted over to Harry, pressing his lips immediately into his. He tried to reenact the memory of their first, but something was clearly off. Harry wasn't kissing back.
"Harry please..." Zayn whimpered into Harry's lips, his voice shaky, about to cry. He continued to kiss Harry who sat their lifelessly. To Zayn, the younger boy almost seemed... Dead. Zayn broke into somewhat suppressed sobs, as tears ran from his eyes, skating down both his and Harry's cheeks. He continued to messily kiss Harry on his lips. They seemed as cold as ice. He wanted to feel what he felt kissing Harry the first time. He wanted to feel his warm plush lips moving in unison against his. But right then he felt as if he were kissing a skeleton.
Harry backed his head away, and looked into Zayn's eyes. They were red and crying, his brow was furrowed and he was whining subtly, trying to fight the tears and loud cries of emotional pain. "Look at you Zayn." Harry said stone faced. "You're more of a mess than I am." Harry smiled, causing Zayn to break down and cry even harder. Harry's words made him feel insane, like an animal. In that moment he didn't even feel human. He felt as if he were nothing. He couldn't take it. Zayn ran outside through the back door, leaving a trail of sadness behind him and his clothes in a pile on the floor. Harry just smiled, tilting his head back and laughing to himself.
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Relapse - A One Direction Fanfiction
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