Smoke || larry

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It's been an exact week since the two boys have gotten back together. Harry won't lie - things between them are different. Everything feels more gentle, more cautious. The kisses are few, but they always gently touch each other, letting the other know that they're there. It's different, but it's not bad.

Harry walks into his house. It's around the time he'd normally get off school, but he spent the day at Louis' helping set up the Christmas decor. Christmas is in less than two weeks and Harry needs to get Louis' birthday and Christmas presents bought. The thought stresses him out, but he knows he'll think of something.

He walks up his stairs and passes the living room. He stops in his tracks at the sight of his mom, Robin and Liam all sitting there watching him. He furrows his brow and turns to face them fully.

"Harry," Robin says. His voice is frigid and strained. Harry just looks at all the faces again and takes a tiny step back.

"Yeah?" He replies quietly. He wants to turn around and run. He wants to run back to Louis' house where his friends will keep him safe.

"We need to have a talk. Where were you today?" Anne steps in and Harry coughs awkwardly and looks down.

"At school," he says stupidly.

"You haven't been to school in over a month," Liam accuses and Harry glares at him. Why is he even here? He abandoned Harry in his time of need.

"Okay, so I was out," Harry replies, his tone now becoming harsh.

"With who? That boy?" Robin says angrily and Harry clenches his jaw and shoots him a glare.

"Louis you mean? Yeah I was with him," Harry replies boldly and Anne stands up from her seat on the couch.

"I told you to stay away from that bo-"

"You really have no room to talk, mother. You're fucking the whole neighbourhood and you're going to get mad at me for seeing my boyfriend?" Harry spits. Anne looks genuinely shocked at what he says and he just smirks at her.

"Don't talk to her like that," Robin jumps in and Harry snorts at him.

"Defending the whore?"

"Stop that!" Robin bellows and Liam shrinks into the cushions of his chair.

"What are you going to do? Hit me again?" Harry says, his voice flat and dead. Anne whips around to face her husband in shock and Liam gasps from the couch. Harry just watches the scene with amused eyes. He's winning.

"This is about you. We're here to talk about your habits," Robin changes the subject and Harry feels the smirk get wiped off his face.

"Habits?" He stutters out and now they're all looking at him again.

"We've cleaned out your room. No marijuana, no alcohol, no pills and no crack. How can you even do that in our house?" Anne says, her voice wavering. Harry thinks she may cry, but doubts it because she's a cold bitch now.

"This game is over Harry. If we see any signs that you continue these... Activities, we're sending you to rehab," Robin announces. Harry feels his blood boil at that.

"Rehab?! I'm not a fucking addict! I don't have a fucking 'problem'! My problem is you two being complete and utter failures as parents!" Harry shouts. Anne jumps at the rise of his voice and Robin seems to want to smack him senseless.

"If we see this again you're gone. Liam will pick you up and drop you off at school from now on," Robin continues in his monotone voice.

"No! You can't fucking do this," Harry continues to shout and then Liam's moving off of the couch.

"Harry... This is for the best. We want to help you," Liam says softly. Always soft with Harry, like Harry's a delicate flower.

"Help me? You think this will help me? You fucking left me, Liam! I don't need you," Harry says. His voice isn't as loud with Liam as it is with his parents.

"Harry, I never left you. You know I'd never leave you," Liam keeps trying to calm him. Harry can feel himself automatically relax at his voice because it's Liam. Liam is his best friend no matter what. Liam is his brother and Liam is safe.

"Also, you can't see that boy. If I see you with him or hear about you with him - I'll kill him," Robin interjects and Harry loses his calm and whips around.

"You can't do that. If you ever lay a hand on him I'll bury you. He's not going anywhere," Harry snarls. Anne's eyes go comically wide and Robin takes a small step back.

"I'd like to see you try. If I see that boy, he's dead," Robin finishes and then he's leaving the room. Anne follows him silently and then it's just Liam and Harry.

"This is for the best," Liam says quietly and Harry resists the urge to smack him.

"Fuck you. None of you know what's best for me. Just fucking leave," Harry tells him. He doesn't mean it, but Liam sighs and walks away. When the door slams, Harry whimpers and then falls to the floor and cries.

He's alone again.