harry styles drabbles

9- Clouds

this is prompt #9 on the prompt list!!! feel free to send me prompts from that list or to send in your own!!

Ella's POV

Harry was never much of a smoker. I had been when we first met when we were teenagers, but the amount I used went down as I got older. Still, I liked to partake in the occasional joint or so. Harry and I weren't old, but sometimes he felt like it. He didn't love smoking, but he could when he was in the mood.

It really helped him relax and de-stress whenever he was too worked up about his album or if his schedule was too busy or if his nerves were acting up. Sometimes, we did like to do it just for fun, though.

Like this night. Harry and I were staying in and watching movies together. We had made dinner together earlier and we messed around in the kitchen and had a good time until the pasta started boiling over. Once we were done with dinner we relaxed on the couch and I decided it would be nice if I was high.

I went and found a joint I had bought in our bedroom. I was excited to use it. I lit it and Harry turned on the fan. I took a few hits off of it, then offered it to Harry. He accepted quickly. He had seemed rather stressed out for the past few days and I knew this would be good for him.

He took a hit and exhaled, but as soon as the smoke came out he lifted his hand up to his nose and caught two sneezes in it.

I laughed, "Bless you."

Harry's nose twitched and he rubbed at it fiercely.

"Sorry, my nose is quite itchy all of a sudden," Harry sniffed, them scrubbed at his nose again.

I took another hit and blew the smoke up into the fan. Harry sneezed again. I was semi-sitting in his lap. I was sat perpendicular to him and my legs were resting on his. When he sneezed, he turned to the side farther from me and covered his face with his elbow.

"Bless you. You okay? You want another hit?"

Harry nodded and took the joint from my hands. He hit it again and the same thing happened. He blew the smoke out and almost immediately his breath hitched. His eyes closed and he snapped forward, no time to turn to the side, and sneezed thrice into his hands.

"Sorry," Harry said. He sniffled thickly. He was starting to sound congested. "I don't know what's happening."

I took my free hand and ran my fingers through his hair. I looked at him closely. His nose looked itchy. He looked bothered, like something was irritating him.

My mind wandered back to the joint in my hand and I kept going at it. Harry hit it a few more times and started to sneeze a bit more frequently. He hit it directly after I did and there was a decent amount of residual smoke.

Harry fanned it away from his face and covered his nose. He sneezed twice, then once more a few seconds later.

"Bless you, what's making you react like this?" I asked. Harry sniffled, then lifted my legs off of his. He reached forward to our coffee table, where a box of tissues was resting, and pulled out a few to blow his nose. Almost immediately after he removed the tissue from his nose he was smothering his face back in it with another sneeze.

"Love, I think it's the smoke," Harry said. "Don't know why I've never reacted like this before, but it's got to be the smoke."

I nodded, "That makes sense. I'll go put it out."

Harry shook his head. "No no, I'll be okay, there's only a little bit left, I'll ma-" He cut himself off with a sneeze and the start of a second, but he couldn't follow through. 

"Are you sure? You look miserable. Your eyes are all red," I said. 

"That's cause I'm high, love," Harry laughed. He let out a small cough into his wrist. "I'm okay, I promise." 

Still, his words were muddled by congestion. 

"You're sure?" I asked again. 

Harry nodded, "It feels quite good actually, because I'm high." He sneezed four times quickly into his sleeve. "That was a bit much, though, I will admit. Feels good now."

"You wouldn't be mad if I blew the smoke in your face on purpose, would you?" I teased. 

"You wouldn't dare," Harry's voice got low, but he couldn't help but chuckle at the end. 

I figured I could get away with it, so I did it. I blew the smoke towards Harry and his breath hitched immediately. 

"I thought you were kidding!" Harry struggled out through hitching breaths. Once he finished speaking he snapped forward and let out several sneezes into his crossed arms. His eyes were watering by the time he stopped. "Can you hand me a tissue?"

I decided it was the least I could do, considering I was the one who had caused what had just happened. I took the box of tissues onto my lap and handed Harry a few. 

We finished the joint and Harry was still sneezing quite a bit. 

"I want to go take a shower so I'll stop sneezing but I don't want to move," Harry murmured. 

"Will it motivate you more if I say I'll join you?" 

Harry sneezed once and then got on his feet. 

"I'm ready to shower now."