Addiction

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Mya's POV

"I hate his team. I haven't even met them and I hate them," I sniffled, tossing a tissue in the trash. Joy nodded and patted my shoulder.

"Have you ever thought about talking to his mom?" She asked me. I shook my head.

"I doubt it would help," I mumbled. I sighed and leaned back into my desk chair and huffed, sniffling.

"What makes you so sure," she asked. I shrugged.

"You don't necessarily listen to anyone when you're wrapped up in things like this," I sighed. She quirked her eyebrow.

"So you're just gonna give up then?"

I looked at her with a frown on my face and grumbled, sitting up and slumbering over to my bed. I plopped down on it onto my face and mumbled into the bedsheets. She snickered and tossed a pillow at me.

"Speak English, Mya, I need to know what you're saying," she laughed.

I sat up and frowned, "I don't want to give up but you heard what he said earlier today. He obviously doesn't think he's doing anything wrong."

"Which is why we need to show him," she replied, "we'd be shit friends if we didn't."

"I just want my bubbly boyfriend back," I whimpered. Joy frowned and scooted over to sit next to me, wrapping her arm around my shoulder.

"We'll get him back, he's just on a short vacation and some douche bag is in his place, think of it that way," she tried. I huffed and laughed, frowning again as a new wave of sadness washed over me.

"Why would he even try to get involved with anything like that?" I whispered, "like what was he thinking?"

Joy frowned and shrugged.

"I want to see him, but I don't."

Joy looked at me, "go see him. Don't leave him alone because if you do, he might just go too deep to the point where we can't get him back, no matter how hard we try."

"What if he-...I don't know," I sighed, "I shouldn't even be scared right now, this is Harry we're talking about."

"Exactly," she pressed, "so go see your boyfriend."

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I bit my lip as I rang his doorbell. I waited for a bit until his mom opened the door. Her face morphed into one of relief as she saw me and ushered me inside quickly. 

"You came right on time," she whispered, looking up the stairs, "Harry threw a fit as soon as he came home, saying something about how you didn't understand what he was going through." 

I sighed and nodded, "he's going through something right now. Is he upstairs?"

She nodded, "go right ahead."

I smiled and nodded before bounding up the stairs. I reached his bedroom and froze, however when I realized that I didn't know what was going to happen when I opened the door. Harry was Harry, but at the same time, he wasn't. 

I felt like after I realized he was doing drugs, the person I knew completely vanished.

I shook my head. He needs this. He needs my help. 

I opened the door and wandered inside, sighing when I found him on his bed, face down into the sheets. I knew he heard me enter because he shifted and snuggled further into the bedsheets.

"I don't need anything, mummy, i'm fine," he mumbled, not bothering to even see who it was.

"Not even your own girlfriend?" I asked. He stilled before he sat up and looked at me slowly. His eyes were red and puffy and his nose was a bit irritated too. He sniffled and looked away from me, fiddling with his fingers.

"Why are you here? I thought you wanted nothing to do with me anymore," he mumbled, frowning. 

I nodded, climbing onto his bed before I climbed into his lap. He instantly wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him, looking at me.

"I don't," I replied, "not if you're going to do things like this."

"You don't understand why though," he sniffled.

"Are you stressed? Are you under pressure, is the pressure to look cool in front of your new team the reason why? Do they do drugs too?" I asked, running my fingers through his hair. He looked at me and bit his lip before looking down and shaking his head.

"You wouldn't understand."

"Then make me, babe," I asked, "I'm your best friend over anything, why wouldn't I understand you?"

He whimpered and shook his head, breaking down into tears and hiding his face in my neck. His body shook and shivered with each painful sob he expelled into the room and I had to try my hardest to prevent myself from breaking down in front of him.

 He wasn't a weak person. He was one of the strongest people I knew, and this was just another obstacle that he'd have to overcome.

I needed to tell him that.

"You're not weak, Harry," I whispered, holding him to me, "don't ever think you are. I don't know why you'e doing this but you can get through it. Let me help you, please."

He cried even harder, "help me. Please."

I closed my eyes out of relief and nodded against him, "of course."

We talked for a couple of hours after that, and somehow ended up cuddling on his bed. When the time came, I had to leave but I made sure that he gave me every packet of drugs he had in his room. I tried not to faint at the amount, and made sure they were stored safely in my bag so his mom wouldn't see. 

I was also surprised at his willingness to give them to me, I had expected more of a fight, but this was also relieving. He was deep in, but not deep enough to know there was no way out. 

And that comforted me.

Harry's POV

I was irritated when she left. Mainly because she took everything. 

The need for it was so powerful. I needed more. I needed to have more or I'd explode. She should have known that.

It was hard enough pretending like I was listening to what she said, I needed a hit to get through it. 

But as i rifled through my stuff for any more packets, I felt tears brim my eyes.

I couldn't have given her all of it. No.

I threw my closet apart, clothes scattered all over my floor and bed, bed sheets thrown all over the place, books off of their shelves. 

I crumbled to the floor in defeat.

I couldn't have given her all of it. 

I slumped forward and felt my eyes wander aimlessly until they stopped on a box underneath my desk. The lid wasn't on completely but there was enough space to show it to me. 

I had more. I knew it. 

I scampered over to the box and threw it open, taking out the white powder in the package before smiling.

I'm okay now.

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I know y'all probably hate me but I have started university and im doing a bunch of science courses so my updates won't be that frequent. Just know I'm not going to leave this book unfinished and i will update when i can.

I'm so sorry. But I hope you're enjoying the book.

Lots of love, S!.