A/N: I decided to rewrite this chapter, and make it more into the one I had planned from the beginning. I'm sorry for changing it entirely, well the bottom half, but I felt that this chapter will be better for the story line I have planned.
Thank you for reading! :)
It's an eternal wait; the seconds melt away until he's bathed in anxiety with the creeping suspicion that his friends had followed him to the only other safe place he knows. He could feel them breathing down his neck, all hairs standing on alert as his body became crippled with this searing pain. His bones bent beneath their grasps, his brain turned into mush as they let out this piercing scream that circled in his head, and his insides began to melt when he swallowed the molten liquid they forced into his mouth.
"What do you want from me?" A wrecked breath that glorified the monsters that surrounded him, Harry was just about to give up the fight until his arms were set free.
They were giving him the chance to fight.
And he fought. His teeth were bared as he swung at nothing but the empty air that surrounded him. But it wasn't empty. He could feel them, he could hear them, but he couldn't fucking see them. They were taunting him, showing him he was powerless to them. But he wasn't entirely powerless. He scrambled to his knees and crawled across the floor, his eyes pinned on the black bag in the corner.
He was so close to his paradise that he could feel as it practically burned his nostrils, but they grasped his ankles and yanked him backwards. He fell to the floor with a loud thud, his head cracking against the hardwood floor that had begun to rot. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" voice dripping with venom, Harry snarled in victory when they cowered back and he was able to grab his bag and fish into the side pocket and pull out the plastic bag full of white powder.
Wasting no time, he grabbed his phone from his pocket and poured enough on the screen for three lines. Using shaking fingers, he tried his best to make them straight, but the powder wasn't fucking cooperating so he gave up and just pulled the rolled up piece of money out of his pocket. He didn't give his followers the chance to say anything further before he lifted the phone up to eye level, placed the money in place, plugged the right side of his nose and snorted the zig-zagged lines.
Fire exploded inside of his nostril and it trailed into his brain, but then it disappeared and in it's place was nothing. He couldn't feel anything, but more importantly, he couldn't hear anything. Sighing, Harry leaned back against one of the walls in the abandoned shed and let the money fall from between his fingers. He watched as it rolled down the slanted floor, but just as it rolled past his foot, his phone screen lit up and caught his attention.
His insides churned when he saw Louis' face, which was his lock screen, covered in the remaining white powder. Without much thinking, Harry brought his hand back and threw his phone at the wall on the other side of the room. It made a glorifying shattering sound that pleased the monster inside of him. "I'm such a fuck up!" he shouted, head falling between his knees. He hated who he has become. What the drugs has made him become, but he couldn't stop. That's why he had to leave.
He couldn't have Louis turn into the same monster he has become.
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Harry has practiced the speech he was going to tell to Louis since the moment he seen the house in his rearview mirror those many months ago. He knew the words by heart, knew how he was supposed to react and how much distance needed to stay between them, but now, with the knowledge he was going to see Louis in a matter of seconds, his mind was completely blank. Not one single fucking word was to be heard in the mindless void he called his head.
