in the past month, I've realized that you cant change people. As much as you want to, and as much as they love you - they'll never change. I've entered a state of depression that I thought I'd never reach, and I apologize since its the reason for my lacking on updates. I love you all and I'm sorry. Enjoy this imagine for it comes from experience! love y'all x
(Imagine 13)
Weed:
You knew Harry was a smoker; he was addicted to weed, although he was indenial about it. The moment you found of his dark secret, you put an end to it, immediately. Harry agreed to stop for you.
"Babe," You pestered Harry as he slept, poking his cheeks over and over again. "Wake up, wake up, love me!"
He groaned, pushing you a bit. You huffed and threw yourself back onto him, you fell into a fit of giggles until he pushed you off the bed; a loud thud was heard throughout the loft you both share. Your giggles died down when you felt a sharp pain in your back.
"Sorry," Harry muttered, walking into the bathroom.
You dust yourself off and follow him, "What are we doing today?"
"I'm going out," He softly nudged you out of the bathroom, then went into the shower.
"Want me to join?" You cheekily questioned only to get a harsh "no" in response.
Your cheeks turned red as you went to change out of his shirt, and quickly put on one of your hoodies and took your running shoes. Going for a run, you thought Harry would blow off some steam.
Its been a few hours, a few miles and you thought it'll be acceptable to go home. You ran past Petco and decided to play with the cats, because why not?
Upon entering the house, you placed the cage with the cat behind you, hiding the surprise from Harry. The smell of weed was strong when you entering the kitchen, your heart dropped and your worse fear became reality.
Harry lay in the middle of the living room with Karla, his smoking-fuck buddy; the one who supplied him with it and the one who fucked with his head.
Neither of them realized that you entered, oblivious in their own world. You watched as Karla crawled on top of him, lighting another blunt and placing it in his mouth. He squeezed her ass making her moan.
"H-Harry," you whimpered, tears streaming down your face.
He turned to you, his blood shot eyes widening. "Babe!"
You placed the cat down, running to grab your keys; wanting to get out of this toxic situation.
"(Y/N)!" He shouted, "Get back here!"
"You're busy," You mumbled quietly, as the eyes became heavier.
"I stopped, babe." He screamed, sprinting towards you.
"Obviously," your bottom lip trembled as you brought your sleeve up to cover the smell of weed, "I need to leave, now."
"Please, (Y/N), don't."
"Harry," you cry, "You don't give a fuck."
"I do, babe."
"P-Please don't call me that," you whimpered, "Ok; now go back in that house, light another blunt and you'll be alright."
"I cant," He cried pulling you closer to him.
"You didn't have trouble doing that a few hours ago," you bit back, "I obviously don't make you as happy as that stupid drug does."
"Goodbye Harry."
UPDATE: i wrote this piece when i was roughly about 15 years old and had a boyfriend smoking weed on the regular basis. He turned into a completely different person; from the people he hung out with to the way he treated me. In my (15 year old point of view) all he cared about was smoking weed and being around people who did it as well. Marijuana is a drug and can harm you, I understand that. But it has also been legalized and has helped people struggling with pain, seizures, cancer, anxiety, etc. As I matured I came to the conclusion that he (my boyfriend at the time) wasn't a shitty person because he smoked weed, he was just a shitty ass person in general. I do smoke marijuana once in a while, whenever I'm stuck with writers block or feel stressed out. So I completely understand why many of you defend it in the comments of this piece. But I also have family members in rehab who started with marijuana which led to more hardcore drugs; so I also understand why you may disagree with the normalization of marijuana. I wrote this piece when I was a 15 year old girl and heartbroken. I hope this cleared up any misconception. Love you all and thanks for reading :)
- Jo x
