Before The End (One Direction)

9. The Third Phase Of My Hell~ Dragging Everyone Down With Me

No song for this chapter because I wanted to put that video instead. That video is the one that is heavily referenced in this part.

Louis POV~

Niall was right about Harry getting worse on a daily basis. Each morning he awoke by falling deeper into his hole of destruction. It was as if he didn't realize how his actions were affecting the rest of us.

Niall tried really hard to get along with him. After his blow up at breakfast he spent alot of time babying Harry to get back on his good side. He forgot about the fight within two days. Despite his efforts to be kind however, Niall's frustration with Harry was clear. You could see it in the anxiety that filled his face whenever Harry entered the room. Liam made less efforts to get along with him than Niall did. He generally seemed pretty fed up with Harry's antics. He spent more time than most of us giving him random lectures and giving him a well concealed cold shoulder. Both of them were able to put there irritations aside when it came to spending time together as a band.

Zayn hated spending time with us because of Harry. Zayn had always been a little hot headed, and that faced with Harry's drug induced mood swings and irritability was a recipe for disaster everytime. The only time they could seem to get along was when they smoked weed together. None of us knew when it had really started, but Zayn had smoked some with one of Harry's friends at his party and now did it occasionally with Harry. I didn't approve at all. I felt that Zayn's acceptance of the practice only furthered Harrys mentality that what he was doing was okay.

That didn't stop me from trying it too. It wasn't my proudest moment, but I wasn't able to stop myself.

I did it when Harry burst into my hotel room, awakening me at 4 am. It had been a while since the PCP incident. "Come out to the deck with me."

"Why?" I asked rubbing my eyes. I could barely see him standing in the doorway, with the light of the hallway spilling in around his silhouette.

"Zayn wants to smoke with me and he's nicer when you're there." Harry used his I'm depressed please help me voice. I rolled over in bed and pulled the covers over my head, blocking him out.

"Zayn will have to encourage your drug use another time," I muttered into my pillow.

I thought I heard him walk away, but a moment later I heard the springs of the bed groan as Harry's weight crushed me. "Please!"

I shoved him off of me and rolled out of bed groggily. When my bare feet hit the soft shag carpeting, I wrapped the blanket around my shoulders to keep warm, and trudged across the room to the doorway, hating every step. "You owe me."

"Oh whatever you know you love me," he laughed playfully shoving me towards the exit faster.

"That's debatable," I muttered.

Harry got ahead of me and started skipping backwards like a child with a smile plastered on his face. Now in the light I could see he was holding his bag of weed in one hand, and a small pipe in the other. He looked high already, but not a bad high. His pupils weren't dilated, and his smile could almost pass for genuine. It had been one of his few good days.

"Wake up Lou! You look like a zombie!" He laughed again.
I rubbed my eyes tiredly as we made it onto the back deck of our hotel room where Zayn sat in one of the few plastic outdoor chairs. The place was deserted. Down on the ground level, visible to us, was the lobby and the desk at the front was vacant. I couldn't see any security guards patrolling like they did I'm the daylight hours. The only sound came from a fountain that guarded the entrance.

I pulled a chair over and sat down next to Zayn, ignoring the cold air that clung to the bare skin of my cheeks. He looked surprised to see that Harry had been successful in getting me up. To be completely honest after the incident on the night of the party, I'd been alot more willing to comply to Harry's weird and uncoordinated demands. I was too scared not to. He was too unpredictable and rash. He took unnecessary dangerous risks when left to his own devices. So when he asked me to do things with him, I was generally very accepting. At least when I was with him, I didn't have to worry about what he was doing. Worrying about Harry already kept me up at night. I didn't need any extra reasons to fear his actions.