Addiction

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I'm gonna write some smut later on in the story. I want to lay down the basics for this main problem so bear with me please. ((yes it's the right use of "bear"...I looked it up lol))

Mya's POV

Harry was a bit dazed when he walked into school on Monday. He was his usual chipper self but that in mind, he was also a bit fazed out. Whenever I'd delve into my usual stories about how my mom's lawn mower broke and chopped off half of my neighbor's hedge, or how I spilled my nail polish all over my one good hair scrunchie, he'd be staring off into space.

It concerned me.

Like right now, it was lunch and Jordan, Joy and Harry and I were in the library studying and doing homework. I had looked over to Harry to ask to use his high lighter only to find him impulsively capping and uncapping the pen while intensely focused on a bookshelf in the distance.

I frowned at him and looked over at Joy who was immersed in her own book. I bit my lip and subtly reached over to tap her and Jordan and looked to Harry when I had gotten their attention. I saw Jordan's eyes frown and he nudged Harry lightly with his pencil causing him to jump.

"What?" Harry asked.

"You okay?" Joy asked. Harry nodded and smiled sheepishly.

"Yeah, sorry," he sighed, "just a bit dazed is all."

"What for?" I asked. He looked at me and smiled, shaking his head before he leaned over to kiss my cheek.

"Nothing babe," he said.

I nodded. I looked at him and ushered for him to lean over so I could whisper in his ear.

"When can we all meet your team?" I asked. He pulled away and looked down before he looked up at Jordan for a moment before he glanced at me. He shrugged lightly.

"I'm not sure," he said, "they're all really busy you know? I'd want you guys to meet them all at once."

I noticed he seemed a bit unsure with his tone but I decided to let it go. He smiled softly and returned to focusing on his book.

I bit my lip and sighed before I placed my hand on Harry's leg and rested my head in crook of his neck. He laughed softly and kissed my hair before he intertwined his fingers with mine.

"Harry, wanna hang tonight?" Jordan asked. Harry looked at him.

"I can't man," he sighed, "I uh...I have a practice with the team."

Jordan pursed his lips and nodded. "How about tomorrow?"

Harry nodded.

"Yeah," he smiled weakly, "for sure."

I knew there was something off. It was obvious. More obvious than anything else I had seen Harry try to hide.

"Hey," I whispered, causing his head to tilt towards me, "what's wrong?"

"Nothing," he smiled, "I'm serious babe."

I sighed and nodded, kissing his head.

Harry's POV

~later that day~

I took a drag of the blunt I held in my hands as I passed it to Ethan. We sat in his room, just the two of us as we passed the small stub back and forth. I sat on a beanbag chair and he lounged in his desk chair.

He was rich.

Like really rich.

His parents owned one of the bigger houses in Vancouver, and i mean the ones with marble floors, built in theatres, and shit.

He tossed me a basketball, and I played around with it before I tossed it back, letting my head hang back.

"Man," I sighed, "this feels nice. Relaxing like this."

Ethan chuckled, "wait till we get you doing the real stuff."

I looked at him, "real stuff?"

Ethan nodded, raising his eyebrows and looking at me with a mischievous smirk.

"Cocaine, meth," he listed, causing my eyes to widen slightly. I coughed and shifted in my chair.

"Erm-"

"What?" He asked, "afraid you won't be able to handle it?"

I shook my head, "no it's just....well, how do you get that stuff? Isn't it illegal?"

"You don't need to worry about that man," he shook his head, waving his hand, "I just want you to have a nice time while you're on this team."

I pursed my lips, taking the blunt from his outstretched arm and taking a drag.

"Does your girl know about the weed?"

I let out a relaxed chuckle.

"I'd be dead if she did," I replied, "I honestly wasn't going to do this again with you. This whole smoking thing. But it makes me forget about some of the stressors in my life."

"Like?"

"School, university, balancing my life out, my job," I listed, "other things that I can't remember."

"I think you need another puff." He said.

I smirked and took another drag. I sighed as I felt the drug work its way into my veins and calm me down. The anxiety that was slowly building in my mind had begun to disintegrate into nothing as the only sensations left in my mind were those of the euphoria this drug gave me.

"I don't even remember what we were talking about earlier," I mumbled, closing my eyes.

"Attaboy."

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Sorry for the super inactivity. I had been sick and I had exams and just...yeah. A lot of stuff.

I'm so sorry!

I hope you're still willing to read this story. :(

Love,
S.