Smoke || larry

32

The ringing of his phone wakes him from his slumber. He groans and reaches over, knocking over a bag of crack and some cans. He squints when he looks at the screen and then sighs, swiping his finger to answer.

"Hi," he mumbles into the phone. He sits up and looks at his alarm clock. It's past noon.

"Where've you been?! You haven't been to school in like a month and now you're not even at Louis'," Niall exclaims. Harry pulls the phone from his ear, his head pounding from his oncoming hangover.

"We're taking a break... Is he okay? How is he?" Harry asks immediately. Louis still won't take his calls and never answers his texts. It's like that whole side of his life has disappeared.

"I wouldn't know. He never leaves his room and if he does he looks like shit. No one will talk about it. What happened with you two?" Niall asks curiously and Harry sniffles pathetically, his lungs feeling extra tight from all the smoking he's been doing.

"He broke my heart," Harry whimpers sadly into the phone. The break is still hard on him even though it's been yet another week. It feels like the longer they stay apart the weaker Harry gets.

"Why? What did he do?" Niall asks accusingly into the phone. Harry swallows the lump in his throat at the memory and looks down at his bare legs.

"He kissed Matt. We were playing spin the bottle and they got each other and I got jealous... You know me. Always jealous. I decided to kiss Daniel to get back at him and then he accused me of not loving him," Harry's breathing heavier as he talks and his eyes cloud over with tears.

"You just kissed Daniel? No game?" Niall asks slowly and Harry manages a small 'yeah'.

"Of course he's mad! That's cheating, Harry!" Niall shouts and Harry shrinks into his blanket.

"He kissed Matt!" Harry defends himself weakly.

"In a game! Oh my god you're an idiot sometimes!" Niall continues exasperated. Harry just grows furious at that and his fist squeezes his phone.

"Fuck you! Fuck all of you! How is this all my fault? Why is everything my fault? I don't need this!" Harry screeches before he throws his phone against the wall. It cracks and he freaks out and jumps off his bed. The screen is completely shattered, but the phone surprisingly still works. Niall is no longer on the line which Harry is grateful for.

He looks at his shattered reflection within the shattered screen and feels himself shattering even more. He looks sickly and his mind is racing for more drugs. Get high and lose your troubles. Get high and maybe Louis will finally answer.

He growls at the thought and punches his wall. It leaves a small dent and it relieves some of his anger. He turns to his desk and knocks everything off of it. It all clatters to the floor, breaking and spilling everywhere.

"Fuck you! I don't need you!" He screams as he kicks a small trinket at the wall. It shatters too and Harry moves to rip pictures off the wall. He rips them off and throws them around the room, cursing Gemma and Liam for leaving him like this. Cursing Niall for not understanding. Cursing Louis for making him love him so much.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Anne screams from the doorway. Harry turns to her and his eyes are filled with tears and his heart aches.

"Mom..." He cries softly and she looks from him to the mess.

"Have you been drinking?! What is all this? Are those drugs?" She yells and Harry just nods and cries and nods some more.

"I'm so sad, mom. I just need a hug," Harry begs. If she hugs him he can pretend they're okay. He can pretend Robin didn't hit him last night and he can pretend she never left. He'll let it all go just for a hug.

"I have places to be, Harry. Clean this up and grow up. Me and Robin will talk about what we're going to do with you later," she seethes and then she's slamming his door, leaving him alone.

Harry just stares at the empty space and now he knows what it's like to be fully alone. His own mother wouldn't even hug him. He just stands there and blankly stares at the door for what feels like hours. He hears his phone ringing somewhere and only moves to get it after the persons called five times. He can't read the name on the broken screen so he just shakily accepts the call and tries to calm his breathing.

"Hello?" He breathes out.

"Harry? I think it's time to talk," Louis' sad voice replies.