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LOL I LOVE PUNS
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"Y/n I'm going out!" Harry calls out. Without another word, he slams the door shut.
You blink a few times in confusion, 'um. Ok?' You simply sit in front of your computer at ten o'clock.
'Why is he going out so late? That is so not like him?' You shrugged. He's probably meeting up with the boys.
You close your eyes for a second and that second turned into hours of sleep.
You're wakened up by the sound of a door slamming. You jolt in your seat and realize that you somehow fell asleep.
"Hey, baby!" You call out as you see his presence walking into the room.
He nods and takes out a device. You lift your eyebrow and he sucks into the device. Smoke comes out of his mouth and you furrow your eyebrow.
"Harry? Earth to harry? What the hell is that?" You question, swiveling in your seat to get a better view.
Rubbing your eyes from the sleep you just woke up from, you realize that it was a vape. When did he vape?
He shrugs and lays back on the bed, continuing to vape. 'That is so disgusting,' you think. He makes an 'o' with his mouth and lets the smoke come out.
You scrunch your face in disgust. 'What is going on?'
You stand up and take the device from his mouth. His eyes widen, "y/n, what the fuck?" He yells. Harry stands from the couch and attempts to grab it from your hand.
You had an idea. You open your leggings and you drop the Juul in.
He folds his arms, "you don't think I'll get that? You're my girlfriend. We have done more than your parent's hope," he smirks and your jaw drops.
You smack his peck, "Harry! Why are you doing all this? What is happening?" You frustratingly question.
He points to himself, "this is me! Accept me as you have for the past three years! This is what the world wants, it's what they'll get," He darkly says, gritting his teeth.
You scrunch your eyebrows, "what are you even going on about?" You rest your hands on your hips.
He roughly takes his phone out and scrolls through it. You're very confused but willing to look.
Moments later, he shoves the phone into your hands and walks to your shared room. He slams the door and you wince.
Walking to the couch, you scroll through all the social media. It's everyone bashing "treat people with kindness," stuff about Clare, BTS, nasty things are said that you can't even understand.
