Before The End (One Direction)

4. Lying, Frustration, and Anger

I am really loving all the reads! Thank you so much!! The song I chose is called lies by Marina & the diamonds! I really think the song fits to Harrys attitude about his relationship with Cory and all that it entails.

Harry's POV ~

"Cory Bleu publicly confirms relationship with singer Harry Styles. Bleu describes the relationship as quite serious. Styles has not publicly responded." Zayn paused from reading the article and peered over his laptop screen to shoot me a frustrated glare. "Harry what the hell? I thought you were breaking up with her?"

I shrugged and didn't look away from staring out the tour bus window. Six weeks had passed since my birthday and things had only been intensifying. With all the boys staring at me angrily in wait of a response, I longed for the small stash of beautiful things I kept hidden in my bunk. If Cory knew anything, it was how to make bad thoughts and annoyances disappear.

"Dude are you even listening?" Liam threw a piece of popcorn at me. He was sitting next to Zayn eyeing me with a dark intensity. Fuck off, both of you.

"Yeah," I sighed looking up. "You were judging my girlfriend."
Louis was quiet. He didn't talk to me much anymore. Not like he used to anyway. Things had been different since the accident. I thought with mild regret, showing up that night really put him off.

"Harry we don't care who you date as long as you're being responsible," Liam was started to use his lecture voice. I groaned inwardly. I didn't need nor want this.

"Calm down," I laughed lightheartedly reaching into my pocket for my cigarettes. Louis narrowed his eyes at me before getting up and heading to the back of the tour bus. I had to resist the urge to flinch, but put the tobacco filled tube between my lips anyway.

"Please don't do that in here.... Louis hates it," Niall spoke up kindly and sincerely. He placed a gentle hand on my arm silently pleading. Niall was always the voice of reason and mediation. Never started a fight, and never got in between one. I sighed frustrated and grabbed my headphones out of my pocket instead. I was done talking them today. They didn't understand, and I couldn't find it in myself to explain.

Louis POV~

The last week of tour, Harry went out to do god knows what on his own. I didn't ask, and frankly, I felt more comfortable not knowing. The last six months since he'd met Cory had been a disaster for him. He was a good friend, my absolute best friend. He smiled all the time. He told jokes and made me cry with laughter. Harry gave me a shoulder to cry on when I needed it. But the minute you mentioned Cory, or the drugs, or his problems, he became a stone cold ass. He got high every time he was with her. Despite being on tour, he was in her pocket, flying home to see her on days off and flying her in to see us when he couldn't get there. He hadn't just been smoking weed anymore, though that's what he wanted me to believe. I knew there was more than he was willing to admit to. My best friend was just slowly slipping away.

I was cleaning up the last of my tour things when I found a bag I didn't recognize. It was small and blue and made of a thick denim material. The bag was tucked in the space between my bunk and Harrys, clearly meant to go unnoticed. The rest of the boys, minus Harry, were off getting us all McDonald's.

Foolish curiosity got the best of me, so I pulled it out of its hiding space and cautiously opened it. There was a strange assortment of items such as a silver pocket knife, a purple cigarette lighter, a glass crystalized pipe, a baggie of a green leafy substance I knew to be marijuana and something else. There was a large clear Ziploc bag of pure white powder.

My heart stalled in my throat as I recognized the substance. I felt the hair stand up on the back of my neck and sweat beaded across my forehead. It was cocaine. Harry had brought cocaine on the bus with him.