Harry Styles Preferences

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I open my eyes and the Sun is creeping out of the blinds of the motel room which smelled like stale cigarettes. I pop an elbow and look at the pale boy laying next to me. The cloth scatter across his albanaster thighs, he look like he should be in a morgue and talks like he's in hospice care. His hair scatter like stars and chapped lips are part. I look over him to his bottle of pills all different colors he eats them like Skittles.

Last night we were in the kitchen and I was heating up to ramen noodle cups as I turn around to see him holding a cigarette that was nothing but an end. He looks dizzyly into the distance. His eyes wet with tears, his lips cracked parted. "Harry?" He doesn't answer but he moves slowly to put the butt down. I move slowly to move towards him but the microwave beeps. His eyes move to me and I turn taking the cups ignoring the abscess water in the microwave. I pick them both up carefully and walk over placing it down. He picks up the cheap wood chopsticks and begin eating.

I am reluctant to hold him, like I did later that night.