Heroin {harry styles}

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a/n
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"Get up," Harry jumps on my bed, startling me awake.

I look to the window to see that it's still dark outside, then back to Harry next to me. He relaxes back against the headboard with his legs stretched out, and his still-damp curls tell me that he's freshly showered.

"Did I miss my alarm?" I ask groggily, trying to pull the blankets over me, but they don't budge under Harry's weight.

"Nope, it's only five. But we have to go. Get ready," he demands.

I flip over to face him. "Can you please get out then?"

"How am I supposed to know you won't go back to sleep the second I leave? I'm staying right here until you get out of bed." He looks at me sternly and makes himself comfortable.

"Please don't," I look at him seriously. "You have to go."

"Why?" He looks at me suspiciously. "Layla what the fuck are you hiding? Is it drugs?"

God, I wish.

"No!"

"Then what? If you don't tell me right now I'm not leaving."

"I don't have clothes on!" I practically shout at him.

"You... you sleep naked?" He chokes out a laugh. "In my house?"

"No! I just get hot, you know, on my period," I emphasize, hoping it freaks him out enough to make him stop teasing me and leave.

Harry quickly stops laughing, and he clears his throat before standing up. "We have to leave in ten minutes."

"Where are we going?" I sit up on my elbow, making sure the comforter is still covering me.

"Destruction party. I have business to do. Dress slutty," he winks and leaves the room.

Ten minutes later, I'm dressed and downstairs with Harry. I didn't take into consideration his request for me to "dress slutty," but I think he's still too weirded out by all of the period talk in the last 48 hours to care.

"What kind of party happens at five in the morning?" I mumble as we get into the car.

"Layla please, after what we made off the shipments yesterday this party will probably go on for another 24 hours," he laughs.

"Please don't make me stay at this party for 24 hours," I whine, wondering what he's getting me into.

"Don't worry. I just have to have a quick meeting and then we'll be out of here."

I let out the breath I've been holding. Thank god.

"So if we're going to a party..." I start.

Harry looks at me as he speeds down the road and raises an eyebrow.

"Can I please just have one drink?"

"Absolutely not."

"But Harry I just turned eighteen!"

"And if I recall, you already got your birthday present," he smirks. "Besides, you're American so you can't drink until you're twenty one."

"What does it matter that I'm American? The law here is eighteen, which is how old I am."

"I said no. No questions."

"God, you're acting like my dad," I complain.

"Is that your thing? Daddies?" he laughs.

"No," I huff. "I just wanted to have some fun if you're making me go to a party."

"This isn't a high school party, Layla. Not even close. Do not accept any drinks from anyone unless I give it to you. In fact, don't even get yourself any sort of drink."

"Fine, dad," I add in the last part in hopes of annoying him, but if it did he doesn't show it with his silence.

We arrive at the party a few minutes later, even though it looks more like a warehouse than somewhere to have a party, and Harry was right. This isn't at all like a high school party.

There are people having sex along practically every wall, drink containers everywhere, scary looking people in every sort of outfit wandering around, and all sorts of mysterious drugs on the tables that I try to ignore.

Harry hands me a cup as he leads me around the warehouse.

"Water," he shouts over the music. "Nothing else. Do not let this cup out of your sight."

I take a sip and drop the cup down to my side, using my other hand to hold onto Harry's arm as we squeeze through the crowds.

After trying to walk through what feels like the entire warehouse, we finally reach an empty room that looks like an office. Unlike everywhere else at this so-called party, it's clean and organized.

Harry tells me to sit on a little couch in the corner as he takes a seat behind the desk.

"This meeting shouldn't be too long, just sit there quietly," he says.

I nod just as the door opens and a man walks in. Luckily, he isn't quite as creepy looking as the man from the last meeting Harry brought me to.

As Harry and the man start talking gang business, I completely zone out, sipping my water out of boredom and nerves from being in this environment again.

When their meeting finally ends with Harry shaking the man's hand as he leaves, I stand up to go with Harry.

But then I'm on the floor.

"Layla, what the fuck!" Harry shouts when it's just the two of us in the room.

I look up at Harry and cant hold my laughter. "Sorry," I giggle, shakily trying to stand up.

I take a few steps over to Harry and fall into him a little bit, leaning into the arm that reaches out for me.

"You're warm," I say slowly.

"Get the fuck off of me," Harry gently pushes me to stand on my own.

But when I go to stand on my own weight, I sway a bit too far and end up right on the floor again.

"Layla what the fuck are you doing? Get up so we can get out of here," Harry demands.

"But I'm on the floor," I say lazily, looking at the ceiling.

"Layla," Harry says again.

"Shh, Harry I'm sleeping," I go to put my finger over my mouth in a shh motion but it doesn't want to move. Whatever.

Once my eyes are closed I hear a small thud against the floor next to me, but I don't open my eyes.

Harry's saying something but I don't know what.

"Harry go away I'm asleep," I try to say, but I'm not sure how it actually comes out.

He's still talking to me but I'm too tired to listen.

So I stop listening and drift off to sleep.