☢ Louis' POV ☢
" Thanks for nothing." I bang my fist against the old counter and storm out of the ghetto ass gas station.Lately, I've sort of been getting into drugs. I don't care if people call me stupid or reckless, it's my life. I can do what I want, and to be honest, at least I have a good reason.
A few days ago, my dad was shot. He was into some bad things and associated with some bad people. I want nothing more than to find the dickwad who shot my father, and shoot him in the face 23 times.
" Dude, you aight? " Harry asks as I stomp into the frat house. On the way to my room, I couldn't help but throw some shit hanging in the hallway.
" Just shut up!" I yell without looking back at the curly haired boy sitting on the couch.
Slamming my door, I remember something: weed.
I had a bit left shoved in my bottom drawer in the large dresser that stood in my room.
I took it out and lit the joint, automatically, the pain and the problems all vanished.
Thats all I remember.
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" Louis!" I wake up to a worried irish accent.
I see Niall when I look up. Looking around, I realize I'm sitting on the cold wooden floor of my room. The joint was in my hand and the substance was spread all over the ground.
" What the hell is this?!" Niall screams as he grabs the joint out of my hand and puts it in front of my face as if I'm blind or something.
" I have a feeling you know what it is." I mumble as I stand up and put on a maroon beanie.
" Were you smoking it?!" Niall's face gets even more red as he yells.
" No, I was looking for gold in the four pound bag of weed that just happens to be rolled into a joint. " I throw on a maroon zip up jacket and walk out of my room, him following me.
" Zayn!" Niall pounds on the door next to mine, calling out for the raven haired lad.
" How may I help you?" Zayn opens the door and mumbles sleepily at the angry leprechaun.
" Look what I found in Louis' room." I hear Niall whisper to Zayn as I walk down the hallway to the front door.
I know why Niall is so upset. He lost his mother to drugs, so I guess it's understandable, but it won't happen to me.
" Louis, is this true?" Zayn raises his voice and walks after me.
Finally, I've have enough."Okay. Niall, I'm not a dumbass like your mother. I don't do fucking heroine like the smart ass that pushed you out of her worn out, beaten, sore, vagina! I'm not gonna shove a needle into my arm in hopes that my problems will vanish! And Zayn, you need to shut the hell up. I got the weed from YOUR dealer. See ya, fuckers! Have a good life." I slam the front door behind me and try to stop the stupid tears swelling in my eyes.
Without thinking, I jump into Harry's car and drive to wherever my mind takes me.
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Finally, I put my car in park in front of a random purple building. I yank my beanie off my head and slam my head onto the dashboard." What the hell is wrong with me," I mumble and rub my face," I'm such a fucking idiot."
I took it way too far. Niall, no doubt with his sensitive heart of his, is probably crying his dumb eyes out right now. Harry is probably searching my room, taking all of the weed he can find to toss it out. Zayn...probably high.
Finally, after about an hour of crying for dumb reasons, I look up and see a girl walk into the building I was in front of.
" North West Dance & Acro " the black letters read on the building. Then I realize who the girl is.
I quickly run out of the my car and hold the door closed so she couldn't go in.
" Hi." I say, hoping the puffiness and redness of my eyes don't give off that I was high two hours ago.
" Can you move." Kali growls and looks up at me with hatred in her brown eyes.
I move out of the way but follow her into the building.
" What are you doing?" She scowls as she drops her blue gym bag on the bench and puts her hair in a side ponytail.
" Watching you do..whatever this is." I point at the group of girls doing splits and twirls.
" Its dance, look it up." She smiles as she walks over to the group of losers.
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I finally updated ! Sorry it's been so long, sort of forgot about it🙈. Sorry if I get some of the terms of drugs incorrect, I don't do them, haha.
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