Heroin {harry styles}

12

"Yeah, why?" He looks at me, confused.

My eyes dart around the room, searching his face for any clues about how he might respond to what I'm about to say next in the process. As much as I wish I could, I can't prolong it any longer.

"I need some," I mumble. I hate that I'm asking him about this. I hate that I'm going to this place.

But I need to.

"Oh no," he chuckles. "Harry wouldn't be very happy with you sitting around at his house getting high all day."

"I don't want to be high," yes I do. I definitely do. "I just need something to fall asleep. I haven't slept in two days."

"And why not?" He pries. The atmosphere in the room is getting serious.

"Because whenever I try to sleep I can't stop thinking about getting high."

I mumble my response but Niall picks up on it anyways.

"Fuck," Niall mutters and looks into my eyes. "Harry really fucked you up, didn't he?"

I feel the tears pricking at me eyes and all I can do is nod.

"Please don't tell Harry I'm asking you this," my voice breaks before I can finish the sentence.

"I have to tell him."

"No you don't!" I'm full on crying now. "It's not a big deal. I just want something to sleep. Please, just give me something so I can sleep!"

"Fine, I won't tell him. But you need to calm the fuck down."

"I can't by myself. I need something, anything to help me," I cry out to him. He has to help me.

Niall shakes his head and puts up a cold front. "I can't do that, Layla."

"Please, Niall!" I beg and grab ahold of his arm. He doesn't move it away from me, but his eyes stay harsh and emotionless.

I plead with him for as long as I can before the tears are streaming out of my eyes like a waterfall.

My breaths are becoming shorter and before I know it, I can't breathe.

The world around me begins to fade away as I start to sob harder trying to catch my breath.

My eyes are closed, but I feel a hand on my shoulder and I know it's Niall.

"Go away!" I scream at him.

"Layla, you need to fucking calm down. Just breathe."

The more he tells me to calm down, the more I remember Harry telling me to calm down in the car right before he got me into this whole mess. Obviously, Niall bringing up those memories isn't helping.

Niall reaches out to me again but I don't want him near me. I scramble away from him, ripping the digital alarm clock out of the wall in the process to throw it at him.

My aim, however, isn't very good so the clock flies right past his head and smashes into pieces against the wall.

At this point I'm backed into a corner of the room. I've got nothing else to throw and nowhere else to run.

I scream as Niall keeps coming towards me.

Once he reaches me, he grabs my wrists that are trying to hit him in his hands and yells at me. "Layla, you need to stop it right now or I'm calling Harry!"

The thought of Harry coming home makes me feel even worse. I hate him. I hate everything about him and I don't want him near me.

I sob louder, straining my vocal cords so hard it hurts. I probably won't have a voice tomorrow.

I can't catch my breath and I physically cannot control myself in this moment.

"That's it, I'm calling him!" I barely hear Niall shout over my own crying.

In an instant, he releases my wrists and backs away from me until he's out of the room.

I slide my body down the wall I'm leaning against and just cry because at this point it's all I can do.

I put my face in my hands and they're instantly soaked with tears. I don't think that all the crying I've done in my life combined would be as bad as this moment.

This has to be rock bottom. Sobbing uncontrollably on the floor of my kidnapper's house, sleep deprived, terrified, and craving a drug I never even chose to take in the first place.

Niall doesn't come back into the room and I'm thankful. I just want to be alone.

I don't know how much time passes, but eventually I hear a door slam downstairs.

He's home.

And he definitely won't be happy about this.

Surprisingly, Harry doesn't come bursting into my room ready to tear my head off.

In fact, he doesn't come in at all.

I think I hear some faint shouting behind the door, but I can't hear much because my screams are still louder.

The arguing on the other side of the door doesn't last long though, and before I know it the doorknob is slowly turning.

All too soon, Harry steps inside the room, closes the door behind him, and leans back against it. The second I see him, I sink further into my corner. He doesn't say anything, he just stands there and looks at me.

There's no smirk, no smile, and no signs of anger.

I try to read his face for something, but I can't figure him out right now.

I still can't control my crying or my breathing, but unlike Niall, Harry doesn't try to talk me down. He doesn't care if I cry myself to death.

Harry just stands there against the door, with his hands behind his back, and waits.

a/n
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