Breaking Slowly // h.s. au

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

*Elsie*

Songs-

Bleeding Out- Imagine Dragons

Breeze Blocks- Alt J

Let Her Go- Passenger

"Elsie." I feel a rush of air on the shell of my ear, "Elsie..." A large hand snakes under my legs.

"Wrenn!" I hear a familiar screech.

"What Mathers?" I groan with my eyes still closed.

"Wake up." She laughs smacking her hand down on my cheek.

My eye lids peel open and I scan the area around me. My head aches and the edges of my vision are fuzzy.

"What?" I rub my eyes and sit up from- the ground. No. A chest... Clyde?

"You passed out." She says as she kneels in front of me.

"For how long?" I ask looking around. It's still light outside so at least that's something.

"Not very long." She smirks, "Can't let you miss the party."

I nod and turn to look at Clyde.

"I am so sorry for falling asleep on you." I say blushing.

"Don't worry about it." He chuckles, his arm still hooked under my legs, keeping me up.

"Then..." I hesitate, "Thank you for being such a comfortable pillow." I giggle laying my head down as I look up at him.

"You're still high." He states adjusting me in his arms. I'm surprised he can hold me up, because I'm no skinny mini.

"Not high enough though." I smile sitting up. I'm not as numb anymore and as soon as I can partially clear up my brain all I can see is Harry and Jane. He said he called it off. He said he called it off. I try to remind myself. But it isn't helping. All I can think is that he isn't mine.

"Elsie." Clyde says bringing me back to reality, "Here babe."

Another joint is passed to me and one look at its lit paper is enough to calm my nerves. I want to be numb and never feel again.

I take a rushed puff off of this little piece of heaven- or hell? I don't know, I was never good with religion anyway but I'm pretty sure pot isn't considered heaven.

The smoke fills my mouth and heats my teeth before in one breath it rushes down my throat and into my lungs. The perfect agent for temporary relief.

"Look at you- you're a pro." Clyde comments as he snakes the joint and takes a greedy puff himself. His eyebrows jerk up as a smirk pulls on his lips.

"Hey get your own." I groan leaning down and snatching the bud from his teeth.

"Yeah, yeah." He huffed as I sucked in the numbing agent, "But sharing is caring." He pouted.

"What are we? Five." I laugh.

"I don't know any five year olds who get high." His breath tickles my cheek as I settle in his arms.

This is weird. I don't exactly feel guilty because I am in fact single. But what have I been doing with Harry. I'm not interested in some love triangle shit but maybe Harry is just too complicated.