Not the Best Home (Narry)

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NIALL'S POV

At some point we gave up hiding, Harry wasn't given a huge punishment though, he's just not allowed to use the shower or his bed; they also won't allow him to eat anything. But I'm going to help him get passed that all, since it's still cruel.

I was currently hanging out in his room alone since Barron needed help with something. I looked at his small box; then I found a key and quickly took it to open the box.

Holy shit he has about $2,000 just lying around. Why doesn't he just leave? I mean I guess it's not enough for an apartment but it's enough to get him by.

If he's not going to spend it, then I will. I quickly took about $200 and then locked it back; Harry came down after I stuffed the money in my pocket. "Alright he just wanted a night time snack. I think you should head to bed curfew is in about 10 minutes."

"You're right." I smiled at my boyfriend; I think kissed his head; I walked to the steps that lead to the main floor, and then I walked out the doors.

I made my way to the pier; the same one that I asked Harry to be my boyfriend at, and then I looked around on the internet to see if any drug dealers are nearby. Quickly finding one, I messaged him and then went to meet up with him, making sure to have a knife in my pocket just incase.

I went to the place the guy told me to meet up with him; and then I saw him and we made a quick exchange, me giving him the money and he gave me my weed, cocain, and LSD.

I quickly made my back to the house and I opened Harry's door; who shook and quickly turned his head to me. "Oh thank god I thought you were Trump jr. What's that?" He looked at the bags in my hand.

"Drugs." I responded.

"Niall-"

"C'mon you should try it Haz."

"No thanks, I don't want to die, you however can go ahead just don't over do it please." His green eyes stared deeply into my blue ones.

I sat next to him after shutting the door; "You can try weed it won't harm you, it actually cures cancer."

"Wait really?"

"I mean kind of, there was a 13 year old boy with cancer and his mum fed him weed brownies and he was cured while in his last stages. One puff and if you don't like it you don't have to do it again?" I looked at him he thought about it for a second.

"I guess I'll try it." Harry looked at me; I quickly grabbed my red bag that I made him put under his bed; I grabbed my bong from it and then showed him how to smoke it.

He then took a puff and he started to go into a cough fit. "Alright, so that was a bad idea." I acknowledged.

I set the bong down and quickly patted his back, pulling out a water bottle from under his bed and handing it to him.

"That tasted so bad."

"Alright, so never again. Unless you get cancer?" I looked at Harry.

"I think I'd rather die of cancer but sure."