Speed ➢ harry styles

Ch. 26 ~ Making Sense of Things

A/N: dedicated to mulliniallerr because she's really sweet and her fanfic is amazing and because it's her birthdayyyy (12/26). It's still your birthday on the west coast! :) 

It's 3:29 AM and here I am sitting inside Leo's car, in between a concerned Anella and a fascinated Melissa. We're heading back to his place. He claims I'm extremely drunk while Melissa is on about how high I must be. 

"He's not high..." Leo shook his head and swatted Melissa's theory away like it was a fly. "Harry doesn't do drugs." 

"Look at him, he's completely blissed-out. Look at that expression on his face," Melissa points out. "He's clearly high."

She was right about the blissed-out part. The colors I kept seeing were increasingly captivating and I was starting to zone out to the point where I was in my own little world and all the conversation around me was merely a distant echo. My hallucinations were less startling now and I think it was because I was sitting down, not roaming dark alleyways, and because I was in good company. I felt safer now. 

"Oh God, poor guy..." I hear a voice say. This voice is less distant to me. In fact, I hear it crystal clear. It's Anella's voice of course. I begin to crack a small smile but all of a sudden my serene little fantasy land is interrupted by the constant repetition of "why'd you kill those girls?" and it doesn't make sense to me. I let out a brief cry of pain as things take a dark turn. It's all in my head is what I try to tell myself but it feels as though I'm too far gone. "It wasn't me," I whisper, as I struggle to distinguish between the real and the fake. 

"Okay, I'm no expert but he's tripping on something. Maybe a hallucinogenic drug of some sort, to be more specific," Melissa proclaims.

I know that what's happening to me is a all a result of the mix up that happened at the bar a few days ago. Scratch that, a few hours ago. I couldn't keep track of time anymore. I was losing it and I didn't know what to do to get out of this state but the least I could do is grasp onto the bits and pieces of the reality I still knew. "She's right," I confirm. "I'm high..."

"See?" Melissa mutters. She turns to me, "What are you on? Who gave it to you? Did someone mix something in your drink?"

"The last one sounds about right." I say. 

"Really?" Leo sounds incredulous. 

I tell them about the overpriced beer and Freddy and everything I could recall regarding what led to my present situation. 

Leo sighs deeply. "I shouldn't have taken you there. I didn't know about this dude Freddy's sleazy side business. I can't believe I let this happen to you." 

"It's not your fault and you know that," I tell him. "It was all one big mix up and frankly I should've been more attentive." 

"LSD can do that to you. It all makes sense now," Melissa says. 

"You've done it before?" Anella asks.

"No but I was at a friend's one time and I watched her do it. She was in her own little world for hours and hours. It was hard to be around her because she was acting strange and talking to herself. I'm sure it causes you to see things that aren't necessarily there and whatnot." 

"How long is he going to be like this?" Leo questions.

"Depends on the strength of the dosage he took," Melissa shrugs. "If we take him somewhere safe and watch over him until his trip is over, I'm pretty sure he'll be just fine." 

Shortly we arrive in front of Leo's apartment complex and Leo assists me on my way over to the elevator. "I'm good to walk, y'know?" I tell him. 

"I'm worried about you, man," Leo admits.