up in smoke

pairing- larry with a bit of narry.

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contains drug use, violence, sexual connotation and strong language.

if you are not interested in that kind of story I suggest you go find a different book.

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Harry is a 16 your old boy who lives by himself in the heart of London. Sounds a dream, however Harrys dream seems to be Turning more into a nightmare day by day. Every day at 3 O'clock harry walks to the drug rehab center to visit his mom. its been like this for harry ever since he was 14, one day running late harry rushes into the office bumping into a smaller fellow followed by an oops and hi. who knew those 2 words would lead these two unknown boys down a path of crime and passion all fueled by love.

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HARRYS P.O.V

I scroll through my english notes as i stand against a pole waiting for the city bus to pick me up. Seems its always late anytime i need to get anywhere, a few times i contemplated running to my needed destination. However the thought of running through london 4 miles in the frigid weather quickly vanishes out of my mind; as i hear the familiar sound of the loud clunky bus engine approach over the hill. i stuff my english notes in my bag as i take a sip of my almost frozen coffee waiting for the bus doors to open.

10 minuets later i feel the bus come to a stop, i look out the window seeing the all too familiar building filled with pot heads, coke addicts, and people who don't even remember the reason they're there because they have taken too many drugs. As i step off the bus i thank hank and tip him a five. i see him smile as i walk up to the front of the main stairs to the building that holds all my fears, as well as the only thing i care about in the world. My mom first became an addict to coke when she was 32, the same time my father past away. i was only 12 at the time and wasn't quite sure what was going on. i did my best to take care of her, but it was hard when half of the time she was just laying on the couch as the glaze of un-knowing truth took over her eyes day after day. i was 14 when i finally was old enough to enroll her into rehab. She has been in and out over the last 2 years. Since i turned 16 i have been coming here everyday to check on her, and everyday she is still here. some days i take it as a good thing. Yes its good that she is staying where she can get help, but other days i wish she would just get better. not to sound selfish, but she never had time to take of me.;she had me when she was 20. You can't have a kid when you're 20, because you're still a kid yourself.

No kid should have to go through what i did: parents fighting every night, having to almost live in the streets because my own father threaten to sue his own wife, while she had a 5 year old boy at the time. He didn't seem to care tho, because he got every penny from me and my mom. No one even really knows the real reason as to why he sued us, all we know is we won and left us. 3 years later he came back, and decided he was sorry and that he changed. my mom so desperate at the time, took his word for it and let him back in our life. i suppose thats why she took it so hard when he died. she actually believed that he still loved her. Guess thats why she turned to drugs.

I shake the negative thoughts out of my head as i head to the lifts, i press floor 3 and wait for the slow moving death trap to take me to my mom. i impatiently tap my foot as i check my watch and notice i am 10 minutes late. sighing while i run my hands through my hair wishing i owned a car. I would get one but i have to save my money up so i can take my mom back at a notice if needed. The doors to the lift open and i quickly rush out running into another body who seemed to be in a hurry as well from his remark.

"bloody hell watch your self yea?" I look down and mutter a sorry as i pass him. I make my way past him still looking at the ground trying not to bump into another near by passer, next thing i know i basically ram my head into another person's chest. expecting the same reaction i go ahead and start my plead.

"oops! so sorry mister i should watch where i am going i am so so-" i am cut off my the other persons light chuckle, i look up to see a man in his early 20s,pierced lip, many tattoos wearing a cut off shirt smirking at me. i can't help but try and hide my burning cheeks as the older man continues to look at me.

"hi...and no need to be sorry, i should look where i am going. then again maybe i was looking where i was going and thats precisely why i ran into you." gulping i muttered a oh while adjusting the strap on my bag.

"i am louis by the way, and the little twat you first ran into would be my best mate niall. Or the worlds biggest ass. he has no manners i take blame in that, i always routed for his big mouth, which i guess is what landed us here"

i carefully and listen while i stare down at the ground feeling as if i am going to get mugged or stabbed any minute. I feel louis eyes on me and i look up to meet his eyes.He continues to stare at me i decide i should introduce myself seeing that he has done so for himself.

"um.i hi m'harry" i stammer as i see louis pull his bottom lip between his teeth.

"nice to meet you harry, well we have a group meeting to get to maybe we can hang out later. what room are you staying in?" my eyes go wide. He thinks i live here...like that, i do drugs and i have a problem and need people to take care of me. how do i tell him i don't go here without offending the beautiful boy in front of me.

' oh um..oh i don't go here i don't do the whole shooting up, or smoking whole ordeal..yea my mom goes here actually sorry..um louis..but maybe like some other time..maybe or-or not..sorry" I look up to seem him chuckling again.

" dont be so nervous babe." he starts stepping closer to me whispering in my ear "i will find you dont worry"

And with that him and his friend were gone. i stand in the hallway for another minute or so going over in my head what has just happened. just as i am about to make sure this isnt a dream i hear my mom from down the hallway.

"HARRY!! sweetie" i smile and walk towards her engulfing her body into mine smelling nothing better than the clean smell of my mom. which is better than the smell of old cigarette ash. I smile as we walk back to her room as she tells me about her day. i listen as best as i could, part of my brain still concentrated on the older man with the lip ring.

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SOOOOOOOO first chapter!!!! will be adding pictuers and shiz once i get my phone back!:)