Medicine (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Two: Harry.

"Those fucking idiots are smoking again." Liam sighed. 

"You get just as upset every time they do it, you'd think you'd get used to it by now." I rolled my eyes. 

"If you had a right mind, you would call the police." 

"I didn't realize my roommate was my dad." I laughed. 

Liam turned away from the window. "At least the other man doesn't smoke anymore. "

"He probably doesn't like getting high, I don't know. Why are you so concerned with what they're doing?" 

"Because they're doing something illegal, on our street to boot. I don't care if they live in those apartments, they're in our neighborhood, and they're ruining it. You know I found a joint on the sidewalk the other day..." Liam ranted on as I tuned him out. 

I'm sure Liam only had an issue with the people across the way smoking because they didn't offer him a drag. They offered our neighbor, Bobby, a smoke, but not Liam. I think it hurt his feelings, knowing he wasn't the coolest person on the street. "Liam, " I interrupted him, "they're going to do as they damn well please, and there isn't anything you can do to stop them." 

"Bull shit I can't."

"Are you really going to call the police on them?"

"I ought to, that'll teach them. I'll give them the joint I found on the street too, get them in more trouble."

"Wait, you kept it?" I laughed, "Liam, you are really off your rocker." 

I stood from my place on the couch. I saw one of the men that lived across the street, I think his name is Louis, walk past the group of smokers to his car. He was very attractive, I could admit that. He had this air about him that made you want to learn more. "Harry, quit staring at him. He's the one I'm talking about, he used to stand outside and smoke with them. But thank goodness he's quit. "

I watched his car pull out of the parking lot. He left without muttering a word of goodbye to the group of smokers. I knew he was dating the small girl that stood among them, the girl that definitely did more than smoke weed. The scars on her face eluded to an old meth addiction, and her rotten gums communicated an old cocaine addiction. "Harry, you're going to draw attention, go sit back down." Liam commanded, pulling on my shoulder.

"Like you aren't drawing attention." I snapped, shrugging his hand away.

"Don't tell me you're interested in one of those drug addicts." Liam scoffed, "Which one?"

"None of them." I replied, "But I can't speak for you."

"What do you mean?"

"You watch them all day, every day. I'm sure you're interested in one of them. Why else would you watch them like you do?'

Liam's face contorted in a grimace. "I can't believe this. Listen, I'm going to call the police right now." 

Liam wandered off toward the kitchen to get the phone. "You really don't have to call the cops about everything you see."

"Of course I do, it's up to me to keep this neighborhood safe. " He said, dialing a number. 

"Sure it is, officer Payne."

He put the receiver up to his ear. "Yes, hello. My name is Liam Payne. I'd like to report a group of drug addicts outside of my house."