Heroin {harry styles}

14

a/n
hi readers, sorry it's been so long since I updated, school got hectic but I made this chapter a little longer to make up for it. thanks so much for reading, don't forget to vote!

After a long, extremely awkward dinner, I found myself in bed. Yet again, laying in this boring room unable to sleep as jumbled thoughts clouded my mind.

I heard Harry upstairs a little while ago, so he must be asleep by now. That means it's definitely late, considering he doesn't go to bed until practically the middle of the night.

Unable to take it anymore, I quietly throw the covers away from me and crawl out of bed. Peeking out my door, I scan the hallway just to be sure he isn't there. All the lights are off, so I'm good to go.

Tip-toeing downstairs, I find myself in the kitchen rummaging through Harry's tea cupboard. It isn't very exciting but these seem really nice. After a few minutes of searching I end up just picking a random kind called Yorkshire tea to make and see if it would help me fall asleep.

As I walk into the living room with my steaming mug, something catches my eye on the coffee table.

The Catcher In The Rye.

Why does Harry have this?

I think I was supposed to read this in school later this year. I guess that isn't happening. I haven't really thought much about school. I'm supposed to graduate in seven months but I guess that probably won't happen either. I never thought I'd say it, but I wish I was in school right now.

Curious, I pick up the book and start reading.

"If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth."

What does that even mean? I read on and the book only gets more confusing. Frankly, it's not very exciting. Blah blah blah, the main character, Holden, is failing school and doesn't want to listen to a teacher trying to get him on the right path in life.

Maybe I miss school a tiny bit less than I thought. But I'd still rather be anywhere but here.

I finish the last of my tea with a small shiver and grab a blanket from a basket on the opposite side of the living room before curling back up on the couch. I've got nothing else to do, I might as well try to read this book.

I'm not quite sure I understand what's going on a few more chapters in, but I think if I were this Stradlater guy I'd wanna punch Holden for not doing my assignment correctly too. Then again, maybe Stradlater shouldn't have asked a failing student to do his assignment. I feel like I'm missing some sort of point here.

"Layla, get up."

Wait, since when am I in this book?

"Layla!"

"Holden?" I mumble.

Before I know it, I'm being jolted awake as someone pushes me onto the floor.

"Close, but the name's Harry," he smirks, standing over me. "You'd think you'd know that by now."

Normally I'd be more bothered by his presence, but I'm more focused on the fact that he just woke me up. That means I was sleeping. I finally slept. I have no idea how late I was up last night, so probably not much, but it was at least something and I felt a little bit better.

I scowl at him and notice the book still laying on the couch. I pick it up to examine it, but Harry plucks it out of my hands.

"Don't touch my book."