21 Chump St. | l.s.

partie trois

Cousin
Saturday

This can't be hard Harry. Just call Derek. He'll have some weed. He always has weed. Harry thought pacing around his room before he finally sighed and picked up his phone.

Ring...ring...ring...rin-

"Harry!" His cousin exclaimed over the phone.

"Derek!" Harry replied.

"Why'd you call? No one calls anymore, baby bro." The truth was Harry missed talking to his cousin outside of school. After two years ago Harry and Derek no longer lived near each other as the cost of a town house was too much so they moved to an apartment instead. It was a nice apartment it was just different not seeing one of his best friends anymore. Also he liked talking on the phone and at least he wouldn't have to delete text messages off his phone.

"I uh, need some weed." The green eyed boy stuttered over the phone only to be met with a silent pause.

"Honor roll, Harry Edwards Styles wants some weed?! My cousin, goodie two shoes wants to smoke the devil's lettuce!" Derek laughed into the phone not believing what he heard.

"Shut up, think you can you get me some?" Harry grumbled.

"I mean, probably," Derek responses hesitantly, "I was going to get some more tomorrow but I could always get it tonight. You sure about this? I know how Gems feels about drugs..."

"I'm positive." Harry assures, strong in his words.

"Fine." Derek huffs after a second of deliberation.

"Thank you so much! I love you, Dee."

"I know you do. I'll call you back in a bit when the guy I buy from hooks me up."

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It was hours before Derek called Harry back.

Harry texted Louis the whole time.

LOU: Did u get it yet?

HARRY: no I'm about to get it

LOU: Is ur dealer a student ?

HARRY: I got you Lou, don't sweat it

LOU: Well let me know when u got it

HARRY: As soon as I can

LOU: I'll find a way to repay u ;)

Oh man! Harry screamed in his head the biggest smile ever as he clutched his phone. But just before he could write back to Louis he got a call from Derek.

"Hey, Dee." Harry said picking up. He was in the middle of making a sandwich.

"My guy has extra and he said he'll sell me more. But I still don't think you should- uhh why do you even want this?" Derek was trying to gently steer Harry away from buying without out right telling him no. At least if Harry got it from Derek he would know it's safe but if Harry got weed from someone else who knows what could be in it.

"It's uhh not for me." Harry mumbled hoping Derek wouldn't pry.

He was wrong.

"What!?" Derek exclaimed.

"You heard me."

"Who the fuck then?!" Derek questioned loudly getting mad at how idiotic his cousin sounded.