Hayley's pov
Y/N has been acting strange since she got back from the bathroom, she's been mellowed out. Maybe she's just tired but I have a funny feeling she's high. I traced shapes on her stomach and excused myself to go to the bathroom. I looked around on y/n's side of the sink and found a small box, and I broke down when I saw what was inside. It was clearly a heroin kit, I saw a burned spoon, some needles, and a few lighters, not to mention the actual drugs.
"HAYLEY!" OH FUCK. She got suspicious and followed me. "Y/N why didn't you tell me you had an addiction?" She's crying now, shit. "Y/n/n, you know how bad this is for you." "I-I know Hayley, but I can't quit no matter what I do." "Why didn't you just tell me? Imagine if you got pulled over when high." "I thought you'd break up with me." "You know I'd never judge you." She embraced me, she may be broken but I'm determined to fix her. "Promise me you'll quit y/n, I hate to see you destroying yourself." "I told you Hayles, no matter what I do I can't seem to quit." "I don't wanna send you to rehab baby." Her eyes went wide as she shook her head. "N-no I can't go to rehab!" "Then we can do this together y/n."
