addicts [h.s]

//four//

h a r r y

Since Emerson decided to take a shower, I decide on visiting my father. The reason why I'm I'm this hellhole.

I get odd looks from different nurses as I walk through the hallway, though I don't care. I'm used to getting strange looks.

When I get to my father's office, I walk in; seeing him behind his desk, typing away on his computer. The thing looks like it was made in the 60's.

"Harry?" he looks at me, standing from his seat.

"Father," I huff, taking a seat in one of the two chairs in front of his desk.

"go ahead, take a seat," he mumbles. "are you settled?"

"Yup, although my lovely roommate already had a nightmare about me when she passed out on her bed,"

I wonder what she dreamt about. Something horrid, obviously.

"That's a shame. Emerson has been a great guest, " he leans back in his chair. hands folding together on his stomach.

I shrug. I mean, she doesn't seem "sick".

"I can trust you to control yourself, " he slowly says.

"I don't want to be here," I randomly says, not looking at him.

he sighs. "you need to be here,"

"no I fucking don't, I don't need to be anywhere but home," I growl, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Harry," he sits up straight. "you should go back to your room, dinner will be served shortly," he nods towards the door.

I roll my eyes, standing up and making sure I slam the door behind me.

fucking bullshit. I'm getting out of here.

I walk back into the room, pulling at the bottom of my long white shirt, making sure it covers everything.

The door swings open, a frustrated Harry walking in. He looks at me, his shoulders dropping, his eyes scanning over me.

"how was your shower?" he asks, going into his nightstand draw.

"fine," I get in the bed, pulling the sheets over me.

He pulls out a small plastic bag along with a familiar tube shaped object.

"how did you get that in here?!" I half whisper, half yell watching as he grips onto the bong.

"they don't search you," he chuckles, shaking his head.

I bite my lip, a craving starting to grow. Harry raises his eyebrow, looking at me.

"want some?" he asks.

"light it up," I smirk.