Leave Me Alone (h.s.)

Chapter 29

HARRY'S POV

About an hour later, I'm bouncing off the walls of my living room. Loud heavy metal music blaring through my surround sound speakers the are mounted all over the house. I'm surprised nobody has called the cops on me yet.

I don't even know what I'm doing at this moment. I can't stop dancing and running all over this damn house that I'm gonna wear out the floorboards. I've never felt this good before in my life. I feel almost invincible.

I lay on the floor and start doing sit ups. I can't even count how much I do, I stopped counting after a hundred. I run into the back yard filled with all grass and start doing pacers. I don't know what else to do with all this energy so I might as well work out and put some more muscle on my body.

My phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out and read the name on the screen before answering it.

"Cody, what do you want?" I yell through the phone as I run back into the house to turn down music

"I just wanted to say that since the safe house got taken by the cops that we meet up at Niall's house now. He offered. So tomorrow, you and Faith should stop by and hangout for a little bit. Yeah?" He sounds like he just got done smoking a blunt.

"Yeah. Sure, whatever. Leave me alone now." I say.

"Alright, man. No need to gripe at me." He says as if he is offended. He's always been a fucking puss.

"Well don't call me and ruin my high. I don't give two shits about the safe house. It smelt like fucking sweat, sex, and pot all the time." Where is my sudden anger coming from?

"Are you doing coke again? I thought you were done with that shit?"

"Well I'm back in full swing so leave me the fuck alone." I say before hanging up.

Fuck.

I need to calm myself down. It's midnight and I haven't even thought about going to bed.

I open the kitchen cabinets and pull out a pill bottle and spill out two benadryls. I hope this shit knocks me out. It usually does.

I need to remind myself to not snort more before school starts because Faithlyn will definitely be able to tell that I'm high and she'll be upset with me. But on the other hand, I can smoke a blunt before I pick up Faithlyn for school tomorrow. I'll just have to use eye drops to look normal.

Or maybe you could stop being such a prick and not lie to her about drugs.

Technically, I'm not lying. I told her that I would try and cut down for her. Which I am really. I haven't snorted coke for about a week and a half...Well, until like two hours ago. Who knows, maybe she'll join me-

No. Hell fucking no. I need to stop thinking this way. I am not, in no way, letting Faithlyn do coke or heroine or meth or anything. I don't need her becoming a fuck up like me. She has a future ahead of her. I still have a future, but I don't think it's very bright though. Not as bright at Faith's future.

I can feel the benadryl kick in a little bit but not enough. I'm gonna need something else to make me relax more. And I know exactly what.

I open the box again and pull out a bag filled with pot and walk up to my bedroom. I walk into my closet and pull out my bong that I've had for a few years but very rarely use. That is about to change now that I have a box filled with everything that I love. Except Faith.

Even when I'm high she sneaks into my mind somehow. But I'm not complaining. I love her.

I fill the bottom of the bong with water and push the green "plant" into the bottom piece.