Fireflies

Chapter Seven-Harry

Zayn held me as I heard Niall's car leave. My eyes filled up with tears. "He's a bastard." He tells me rubbing my back. I nod as my tears fall on his bare chest. "Come on, I know how to make this better."

We sat on the couch and he pulled out his bag and put down two lines of the white powder. He pulled out a beer from the fridge for each of us. We drank and got high. We passed out on the couch.

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My eyes slowly opened. Zayn was gone. It was 10:30 am. I took a shower and put on sweat pants and a gray tee. I looked at the sink. My blades laid there. I ran my hands threw my hair and fell to the floor. "What am I doing?" I asked. Zayn is the last person I should be with! I grabbed the blades and quickly slashed my wrists deep. It was deep enough for me to only do two cuts. I hit myself in the head over and over. "Stupid! Stupid! You idiot!" I told myself. Blood was running down my arms.

I stood up slowly. "You deserve Zayn. You are nothing. He doesn't even deserve you." I said in the mirror. I punched it and screamed. The mirror shattered.

I walked out to the kitchen and made dinner. It was a steak and corn. That was all I really had. I don't eat usually. It was 8:40 something when Zayn walked in. The anger covered his face. "I-I made d-dinner for you." I told him. "Thanks." He said sitting on the couch. "Do you want it know or later?" I quietly asked him. "Now." He demanded. I brought over the plate and gave it to him. "Want another beer?" I asked slowly not wanting to push anything. "Get me the beer, and shut up." I bite my lip and got him a beer. My hand was shaking and as I went to give it to him I lost grip.

No.

It spilled everywhere but mostly on him. He shot up. "I'm so sorry Zayn!" as soon as I said that he back handed me and I flew into the wall. "Can you do anything right?!" He yelled. I started crying and stayed on the ground. I felt a force hit my ribs. He kicked me again. Again. Again. I couldn't feel my body. I was numb. "You do this to yourself Hazza. Maybe that's why Blondie left. He couldn't stand a pathetic excuse of a human that you are." I started crying harder thinking of Niall. Zayn knelt on the floor next to me. "Shh, it's okay." He pulled me up and hugged me. I wrapped my arms around him. He kissed me slowly and I kissed back.

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Zayn laid next to me out of breathe. He was sweaty. "I'm sorry Zayn. About earlier." I said quietly. He smiled and put a finger to my lips. "That's all over right now okay?" I smiled at him as he caressed my checks. He whipped a lone tear. "Hazza, everything is fine. We moved past it. I love you and that's what matters right?" I nodded and wrapped my arms around his torso. Our legs intertwined and he held me. "I love you Zayn." I told him. "I love you too Hazza."

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Zayn was gone again when I woke up. I let out a sigh. My phone said it was 11:54. I rubbed my eyes and stretched. I wish I didn't get in that car. I wish I wasn't in love with a huge dick. I wish Niall... I just want Niall to tell me everything is okay. I wish we were still talking in that cafe. He smelled like hair product. It gave an illusion that he actually tried to look nice for me.

His blonde hair, and blue eyes just everything about him. I stayed in bed. There was no point in getting up. I did have a familiar craving though. I wobbled out of bed, sore from last night. Reaching the bathroom, I flung open the broken mirror cabinet door and grabbed the pills. Then I took two of the OC out and swallowed it without any water. A knock on the door scared the living shit out of me. I walked over and opened it.

It was Don. "Hey man." I said squinting by the sunlight. "Harry, Josh told me you were back with Zayn, what the hell dude?" He pushed his way into my trailer. "Come on in." I said sarcastically.

"Harry, we have known each other forever. What is going on?" Don said. "Well, I'm a drug addict that is sleeping with a guy that kicks that shit out of me daily for drugs and because I love him for some reason. Oh to top it off I like another guy who punched me two days ago." Don rubbed his temples. "Man you need to go to rehab." He told me. "I need to jump off a bridge l, but you don't see me doing that either now do you?" I said flinging my arms all over. "Harold Edward Styles." He said sternly. "Don't mother me." I said pushing past him and going to sit on the couch. Don turned me. "What's with this whole death wish all of the sudden?" I pulled my arm away. "It's not all of the sudden. I was just able to put up a curtain." I told him.

Don sighed. "Does Zayn know about this other guy?" He asked me getting serious. "Yeah, why?" I asked shrugging the pills taking full effect. "If you care about that guy you would get your shit together and make sure Zayn doesn't find him." With that, he left. Slamming the door behind him.

Oh, god. I put him in danger.

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Zayn came home with a beer bottle in hand. "Hey baby." I said sweetly as possible. "Ya know Josh? Your dealer?" He said, words slurring together. "Um yeah why?" I asked raising my eyebrow. "He just almost got me caught! He was selling to me and the cops started pulling up!" I shot up and went over to him. I cupped his face. "Did they see you?" I asked. He pushed me off of him but caused me to ram into a wall. "No! What, do you think I am some idiot?" He threw his bottle and it shattered right beside my head. I scrunched up. "Oh, I'm sorry did I scare you? Try getting the cops almost a rest your boyfriend?!" His voice boomed and I put my hands up to my face. A fist hit me from the side and I fell to the ground only to be pulled up by my hair. "So after getting scared and having a rush of excitement I went and got a six pack." His breath stuck to my ear. "That was the last one," He said "and you know how I get when I am drunk."

I put my hands up and backed away from him as he walked toward me. "Zayn?" I asked slowly. He pushed me against the bedroom door and pinned my hands above my head. He sloppily made out with me as I struggled. Let's just say that night wasn't one of my favorites.

AN: Heyyyyyy! This chapter was dark to write and very sad. Please don't kill me! Anywhore, next chapter is Harry's view on what happened the Saturday that Niall went through in Chapter Six! Thanks for the reads!!