Smoke || larry

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Harry finally returns home Friday and he's surprised to find his mother gone and Robin home instead. He spots him and tries to run to his room, but he accidentally hits the wall and gets his attention.

"Where have you been?" Robin asks. His voice sounds tired, not strict. Harry sighs and turns around, hoping Robin can't see the glossiness of his eyes.

"With my boyfriend," he admits and Robins doesn't seem to care too much.

"We told you to stop seeing him," Robin sighs and Harry shrugs and scuffs his shoes.

"I love him," Harry defends and Robin groans and rubs his hands over his face. He looks older now.

"You're young," Robin starts and Harry rolls his eyes, but doesn't say anything.

"Do you know where your mother is?" Robin changes subjects instead and Harry snorts.

"Probably fucking some guy. She's a lying whore," Harry says and Robins on his feet in seconds, grabbing Harry harshly.

"Do not speak about her that way. Especially when you're no better," Robin states, throwing him aside after. Harry stumbles awkwardly and feels tears prick his eyes.

"Fuck you. I shouldn't have even come back. You and her can go fuck yourselves," Harry bitterly replies, but Robin is ignoring him again. Harry hates being ignored.

"You two would make her sick if she were alive right now. You're both pathetic," Harry says and that catches Robins attention. He laughs humourlessly and looks at Harry coldly.

"And you're better? Fucking some guy for drugs makes you better?"

"He loves me."

"Bullshit. People like him don't feel love."

Harry can feel anger billow inside himself and he wants to charge forward and punch Robin, but instead he just shakes his head and starts to walk away.

"Being mad at me isn't going to stop her from being dead. Being mad at me isn't going to make Anne stop fucking other people," Harry says coldly before slamming his door. He slowly moves to his bed and then opens his backpack. There's four grams of weed, six grams of crack and a bottle of tequila inside. He sends Louis another thanks before he cracks open the tequila bottle and takes a large gulp.

He doesn't start smoking until the front door slams an hour later and he knows he's alone. He smokes to his hearts content and then his phone's ringing in the distance. He just groans as he leans for it, hoping it's Louis.

"'Ello?" He murmurs, his voice thick and slurred.

"Harry?" Liam's voice carries through the phone and Harry really wants to hang up. Liam can't hear him like this.

"Hi." He mutters quietly, but the intoxication in his voice is still evident.

"Where have you been all week?! You didn't even come to school," Liam shouts and Harry cringes into himself. He hates making Liam angry.

"I've been with Lou," Harry tells him honestly and there's a long pause before Liam answers.

"Of course. Of fucking course you were. Stop seeing him, Harry. He's ruining everything for you," Liam says.

"He isn't! You talk about him like you know him. I know him, Liam, not you," Harry defends Louis.

"And I know you. This isn't you," Liam replies quickly.

"This is me now," Harry says strongly.

"I don't like this you. I want the old Harry back," Liam says and Harry feels an ache in his heart.