The Contract

05

I woke up after not enough sleep the next morning to Harry cursing from the bathroom and the sound of clattering and the opening and closing of drawers. I stretched and got out of bed to go see what he was doing or what he was cursing at.

"Morning," I said, yawning and checking my appearance in the mirror. I noticed Harry rifling through the drawers, pulling out various prescription bottles and tossing them aside shortly after reading the label. He glanced up and over at me.

"Hey, morning. Sleep well?" He asked.

"Yeah, well enough. Could do with some more, though. What are you looking for?"

He set down the bottle in his hand and sighed. "I'm looking for an anti-anxiety medication. I had a script for one but I can't seem to find it now. Ah, shit, I know where it is now." He knelt and dug out a small black bag from underneath the sink. He opened the bag and pulled out a few plastic bags, reading handwritten labels on them before he found the one he wanted and replaced the bag underneath the sink.

"What's that?" I asked, meaning the black bag. This didn't look good.

"Anti-anxiety medicine, I said," he laughed to himself and popped two of the pills, swallowing them with water from the sink.

"Yeah, but why are they in a plastic bag? Shouldn't they be in a prescription bottle?" I asked. I knew I was a bit naïve in some areas but this wasn't adding up like it was supposed to be and my heart sunk knowing something wasn't right.

"Yes, Georgia, if they're a prescription, they will be. But these aren't," he added. He checked his appearance in the mirror and sighed. I glanced at him and he looked tired. Granted, we hadn't slept that long, but he looked exhausted as there were dark circles underneath his eyes and his eyes were red from lack of sleep.

He moved away from the mirror and turned on the shower. "Are you joining me?"

"Yeah, but can we talk? I've never known you to take pills and all of a sudden you're taking some for anxiety? I understand everything that's going on is going to cause you to be anxious and upset, but I didn't even know you had these.." I trailed off.

"You don't know every instance of my life, Gee," he snapped. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to snap but I mean, you don't know everything about my life."

I hesitated. "I know, but I'd like to, if you'll let me in. I'm just concerned, I guess. With all that's going on with the Kendall situation, it doesn't look right to have illegal prescriptions in the house, Harry."

His eyes narrowed. "No one's going to know, unless you'll tell them."

I nodded, not wanting to push the issue anymore. "I won't tell anyone."

"Are we done? Can we shower now? I have to get to a meeting with the PR team and the managers and god knows who else since Kendall is refusing to talk which is a good thing so far." Harry said.

I followed him into the shower but kept my distance from him despite the close space. Since we had left Vegas, Kendall had woken up but had refused to make a statement about what had happened yet. I don't know what she was waiting for but I was very thankfully that she was keeping the pressure off Harry so far. The media had gotten wind of Harry's involvement of the situation but not to the extent we had thought - they had just placed him as being seen with Kendall before she had overdosed.

I didn't notice Harry had left the shower until I felt more spacious and saw I was alone. I finished washing myself and entered the bedroom after drying myself off. I noticed the prescription bottles strewn across the counter and didn't know what to think anymore. I didn't think Harry had a drug problem or anything of the sort because he had made the biggest deal when Louis and Zayn had gotten national attention for their weed video. I didn't even know who to talk to - I couldn't talk to Gemma or Tina or anyone really until I remembered Louis.