In My Mind. || Larry Stylinson

"You make me weak." (Chapter 8)

Harry wasn't always like this, he wasn't always into drugs. But that first feeling when he snorted coke was unbelievable and now he was craving that feeling again. He wanted to feel high and he wanted to feel like nothing could bring him down.

He was sweating, and scratching his arm to the point where it would bleed at times. He mind was fuzzy and he really needed that feeling again.

"You okay Harry?" Louis questioned, looking at Harry, sweat was pouring down his forehead.

"Me? Yeah, just peachy," Harry replied.

Louis frowned, rubbing his fingers through his hair, Harry almost purred at that.

"You just seem.. tense?"

"I'm not tense Louis, I'm just-" Harry stood up from the couch, "I need some air okay?"

"Yeah okay-" before Louis could finish Harry was already out the door.

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"Come on pick up-"

"Hello?" Liam said from the other line, he smirked, "I'm guessing you haven't told louis you've done a little bad thing hmm?"

"You fucking told me you'd have it two days ago, I've been waiting and I can't function," Harry snarled.

"Oh that? Must have forgotten, yeah I have it, come by and get it. Bring money yeah?" Liam asked.

"Fine yeah, fine whatever, I'll be there,"

Harry sighed and got into his car, starting it he pulled off and drove to Liam's

When he finally arrived he quickly got out of the vehicle, going up to Liam's door he knocked loudly.

Liam opened the door and Harry stormed right inside, "where is it?"

"Wow mate, you look awful," Liam chuckled, "here, I'll get you more when I've got it yeah?"

Harry nodded, "Do you mind?"

"Nah go ahead mate," Liam replied

Harry quickly got some white powder out of the baggy and rolled up a piece of paper, making a line, he snorted it taking a sigh of relief, "fuck,"

Liam smirked, "feel better?"

"Much, thanks, here" Harry took out money and handed it to Liam, "hope that's enough," Harry said and Liam nodded, "That's fine,"

Harry snorted more lines, until he stopped sweating and he felt as if nothing could touch him, he felt amazing.

"Grab me a beer?" Harry asked.

"Sure. You plan on staying over? Shouldn't drive like that mate," Liam said, chuckling while he walked to the fridge, grabbing a beer and throwing it to Harry.

"Yeah, thanks mom," Harry rolled his eyes, Harry popped the cap off and took a swig.

"Does Louis know you're here?" Liam asked, "bet he doesn't, am i right?"

"He doesn't need to know, got it?" Harry said sternly.

Liam put his hands out in defense, "Christ mate, whatever makes you sleep at night,"

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"Fuck Harry come on, answer your goddamn phone. I've been calling you for hours, it's now 3 in the morning and I have no idea where you are. Fucking just- call me back," Louis said into his iPhone, leaving a message or- rather, messages, many many of them.

Louis was pacing and pacing and he was worried, how could he not be? The way Harry left, the way Harry has been acting lately. Almost as if he's going through withdrawal- wait, Liam? Louis questioned.