Harry was almost scared for the arrival of the boy the next day, wondering how things would go. He wanted to somehow see the boy with a smile on his face and a slight skip to his walk, but life isn't full of things you want. You get what you get and you learn to live with it or else you'll just end up a mess that you're unable to crawl out of.
He lit his cigarette and finished about half of it before the boy came walking down the side walk. The milk boy had a cigarette in his hand, and when he blew it out, Harry smelt weed. It was even worse than just seeing the boy walking back with alcohol, but now it was drugs too.
The boy was a mess, that was for sure. Harry felt sort of repulsed, and then guilty for feeling repulsed. He shouldn't be feeling these things since it happens to everyone around the world and they couldn't help it, but the feeling was there.
Harry held the cig between his fingers and watched it burn, not bothering to look at the boy walking down the road anymore. He didn't want to watch him, it was like a sad movie that you had to look away at and look back up when it got better. But the ending wasn't good and it'd only get worse until eventually, it ended. No happy ending.
When he heard the milk boy's steps coming back up the hill, he glanced up and then looked away. He was holding a 12-pack of beer and Harry couldn't look. He just couldn't. He wouldn't bring himself to watch someone suffer like that. He got up from his seat on the second step and went back inside before the boy even disappeared down the road.
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Milk Boy {l.s.}
FanficIn which Louis goes to the grocery store every day to get a gallon of milk, and Harry is always sat on his porch with a cig in hand, watching him walk by.
