the moon [h.s.] - EDITING

forty-two.

Harry hears Luna's coughing from her bedroom. He's about to go after her to see if she's alright, but Zavier stops him when he speaks.

"C'mon have a drink with me!" Zavier struggles to get up from off the couch, but he's trying.

"I'm okay, Zavier. Why don't you put the cigarette out? I think the smoke bothered Luna." Harry puts Luna's laundry basket down and starts walking towards Zavier.

"Oh shit, Luna," he says and stops trying to get up. "I forgot... her lungs suck. Here." Zavier hands out the cigarette to Harry to let him put it out.

Harry takes it and he frowns. He puts out the nicotine death sentence in the ashtray sitting across from him on the coffee table. Her lungs suck. Zavier seems to know more about Luna than he does. "If you knew that, why the hell did you smoke? She lives here too, you know."

"Calm down, yeah? I said I forgot," Zavier says and brings the glass of liquor up to his lips. He drinks it and Harry sighs. He has it bad. The breakup with Madison must be really going rough for him.

Harry shakes his head and leaves Zavier on the couch to check on Luna. He goes into her bedroom right away and he finds her sitting on her bed.

She's breathing in and out, but then she wheezes. She has an inhaler in her hand and she shakes it. She brings it to her mouth and takes a puff.

"You have asthma?" Harry then asks. He walks closer to her. He sits next to her and lets his hand touch her back. He tries to soothe her by running his hand up and down. He knows what it's like to have an asthma attack. He had them as a young boy but he's gotten better over time.

She's about to speak, but another cough escapes her. She puts her hand up, signaling Harry to give her a moment as she tries to breathe again then she takes another puff. She takes a few more puffs over the span of almost ten minutes until she's okay again. "Sorry," she then says and her eyes are closed. She rubs at her throat gently.

"It's okay... He shouldn't have smoked around you if he already knew you had asthma."

"It's not a big deal. It's just asthma," Luna tells him. She finally opens her eyes and reaches for the drawer of her nightstand. She puts her inhaler in then closes the drawer. She's breathing better now.

"An asthma attack could be dangerous, Luna."

She looks at him just as she picks up her reusable water bottle by her bed. "I'm fine. I had my inhaler... I need to fold my laundry." She takes a drink of water.

Harry sighs. He watches her for a moment and he wonders why she's brushing it off as if it's not a big deal. It is a big deal, at least he thinks it is. Either way, he's going to make sure Zavier won't smoke around her again. He stands up. "I left your basket outside. I'll go get it," he tells her. He leaves her bedroom and closes the door so the thick stench of smoke wouldn't travel inside. It still lingers around the flat.

Zavier is playing loud music now. He's bobbing his head along to an early 2000's hit. Harry knows the song very well. It reminds him of the time when Zavier and the girls had taken him to a karaoke bar after his first week in New York City. He discovered Z had the most angelic voice that night.

His voice is still there, but he sounds a bit raspy. He sounds sad. Is this how Harry looked like after breaking up with Kristen? Because Zavier was doing exactly what Harry had been doing. Reminiscing while drinking away. It was hard to see.

"I just wanna show you you are... You should let me love you," Zavier sings. His eyes are closed and he's raising his glass to no one and nothing in particular.