Smoke || larry

4

Harry knows he isn't ready for the party as soon as he sees the house. The front door is open and people are stumbling in and out. Niall's grinning madly next to him as he shakes his body to the beat of the music. Harry can feel the ground vibrating from the sidewalk and the smell of marijuana litters the air.

"I'm so happy Louis invited us," Niall grins. Harry gives him a fake, tight lipped smile and nods his head. Louis was a boy they went to school with last year. Known for drugs and his bad past, he wasn't someone Harry paid much attention too. Although, despite his reputation he was captain of the soccer team last year - hence, how he knew Niall.

Niall starts for the house and Harry stumbles in behind him. He's overwhelmed by the amount of people in the house and the smell of stale beer and just drugs is so strong it gives Harry a headache. His shoes stick to the floor in a disgusting manner and the music is loud and definitely not his type.

While he's looking around he loses Niall. There's so many people that he can't find his friend anywhere and he's left being shoved by the front door. He recognizes no one and his heart is hammering in his chest. He didn't even want to come to this stupid party. He wanted to sit at home, watch a movie and cry.

He starts to move his feet further in, avoiding people's dancing bodies and flailing arms. He eventually stumbles into what must be the kitchen. There's less people here and it gives him a chance to breathe. He's claustrophobic and has asthma so this is not good for him. The smoke in the kitchen is thick and it's a mix between cigarettes and marijuana. The smell causes him to choke and he really is going to kill Niall.

"You okay?" a girl slurs out. She's clearly high, her eyes red and glassy. Her hair looks like it needs to be brushed and she has holes in her shirt and leggings. Harry shakes his head because he can't really speak. She passes him her cup and he drinks it without thinking because he needs to soothe his throat.

The bitter taste of beer erupts on his taste buds and he scrunches his nose. He's never been a big beer fan. He gives her back her cup and she pats his back.

"Better?" she asks worriedly.

"Yeah. Thanks," he rasps out. She looks him up and down quick, but not like she's checking him out. It's like she's making sure he's actually okay.

"Come outside with me, okay? Let's get you some fresh air," she tells him. She gently grips his arm and he notices how she stumbles and trips, but they eventually make it to the back porch. There's even less people here and while they're smoking it's not as bad. At least these people have the decency to smoke outside.

"My boyfriend is over here. He lives here along with Louis," she tells him. Harry just nods and he notices Niall isn't out here with these people. Where did that idiot go?

"Zayn," the girl smiles at a dark haired boy. Harry doesn't recognize him from anywhere, but it must be her boyfriend because she crawls in his lap.

"Who's this?" he asks, his eyes examining Harry. Harry shifts uncomfortably under his hazel eyes because they're intense. He's also high - his pupils are huge - and Harry wonders if everyone here just does drugs.

"I'm Harry," he tells him. His voice is still scratchy, but it sounds better. The girl smiles up at him. Her smile reminds him of her sister just for the fact that it's so gentle and warm. She's genuinely concerned and she's trying to help him and it's all too much.

"I'm Perrie," she tells him. He nods his head, his throat feeling thick again, but for another reason.

"Zayn has beer here, do you want some?" she offers. He bites his lip - about to decline the offer - but he nods instead. He just won't drink it, he'll just be polite and take it. She pours a bottle into a red cup for him and passes it into his large, awaiting hands.