Good Intentions - Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 33 - Are You Joking?

-LILAH POV-

I slept like a baby last night, a pretty good baby too because I think I hardly moved and now my back is stiff. Not exactly something you want when your job is standing up or sitting on a backless stool. Not something you want at all, actually.

But all through out this morning I've been wondering about the whole cocaine issue. I know Charlie said that he saw a man but what if he just said that to cover him? What if he did see someone but it just wasn't his? It's all too confusing but I agree with Chloe and what she said. And she's known him for quite a while too, if she was certain  he wouldn't do this she'd know instead of second guessing it. Deep down I'm hoping it's not his... I don't expect him to admit to it though. Then again, he might not even care. I was always taught to never do drugs, and I obliged. My dad knows too many people have have died from drug use or doing other things under the influence and I never need to be that next person. And I also hope, for Harry's own sake, he isn't either. I had enough with my drink being spiked at that party.

I haven't actually thought about that incident too much, not that I really want to either. But it has been crossing my mind if it was an accident or on purpose. I'd like to believe the first one.

I'm now walking home from a day at work that ended early, trying to stand up as straight as I can to avoid my back from aching. Last thing I want is to end up like the Exorcist or Quasimodo. It's an unbearable hot day and I feel like I'm doing an intense cardio workout just from taking a few steps, basically not a whole lot of fun. All of the sudden I hear a car beep from behind me, I turn my head to see a silver car coming my way. I'm the only person walking on this suburb street so they must mean me, but I don't recognise them. I continue walking and don't look back when I hear them beep again, but they catch up and slowly drive slowly next to me.

"Hey cutie what'cha doing?" I quickly glance over but keep walking. It's 3 sleazy looking men, maybe teenagers, I'm not sure. 

"Nothing" I flat out reply, not even looking in their direction. Situations like these will always make me uncomfortable and no man will ever understand this. Some guys have to understand that girls are not things you can poke at and bother for your own pleasure. It's not a compliment, it's uncomfortable and in some cases actually scary. Right now, I'm not far from that feeling.

"Do you got a lighter?" he slurs, his dirty blonde fringe falls in front of his face from an old looking beanie. One of his arms is hanging out the window and the other is gripped on the wheel. His friends look just as vile. I ignore them. "Babe, I asked you if you got a lighter"

"No, I don't. Leave me alone" I begin to pace faster but it's not use, they just proceed to drive a little faster. I can feel my heart beating faster and my breathing accelerates a little and I'm trying my best to not panic. It's probably silly but I don't know whether to run or what but they continue to follow me. "Listen, leave me alone or I'll-" I begin to say before a familiar voice calls my name, but I can't place it.

"Lilah?" I turn my head and see Liam I think his name is, in a blue plaid shirt walking towards me from what I guess is his house. His beard has grown, almost to the point where he looks way older than he did last time "You alright?"

"No" I say as walk towards him, I bring my voice down to a whisper "These people have been following me in their car and it's making me nervous". He looks at them and back at me but before he can walk over to them, they drive away, leaving a trail of dark smoke from the engine.

"Don't worry, I've seen them around here before. They're idiots" says Liam.

"I'm surprised you even remember me. Thanks" I smile. I've only ever met him once, I'm surprised I even remembered him myself. Last time I saw him it was at the party... I guess it was easier to remember since he's dating Ruby, and he was nice too. It's hard to forget nice people.