What the fuck is wrong with me?

Twenty seven

The next morning

Harry's Pov

8.36am

I woke up to a banging headache, pain throbbing so badly I wondered how my head was still intact. That paired with neck pain and slight nausea: a clear start to a great morning. My eyes flickered half open and I realised a couple of the guys were asleep on the front room floor "great," I muttered under my breath. I always felt like they were constantly crowding me, I don't blame them though I did go missing for god knows how many hours and get high on meth. Oh my god I got high on meth. Have I completely gone mad?

I shut my eyes and started to think back to last night. Simon..I was angry at Simon oh god I've really fucked up there. Okay so I messed with up big time with Simon, what else? I left the house, I was walking..walking. I wanted, what did I want? Weed! Yes I wanted to smoke but I saw those..those guys, three of them and they made me smoke meth. I didn't want to but they made me, why did they make me? The main guy he put something in my pocket. Oh my god..he put something in my pocket! I jumped upright; didn't help my neck ache, the sudden movement made my already pain stricken head become dizzy too. I struggled to focus and move my hand into the right pocket on my joggers, feels like a piece of paper. I pulled it out, just a crumpled piece of paper with a number written on it. Did this motherfucker really leave me his number?

An idea popped into my mind as I looked around the room making sure that Ethan, Josh, Vik and Tobi were definitely all asleep. What could get rid of this hangover feeling? Getting high again. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I wanted to feel that high again. I can't freak the guys out again though they don't deserve that. I pulled myself off of the sofa and downed the glass of water that had been left on the floor next to me, silently thanking whoever left it for me. I felt like utter shit but I managed to put my shoes on, grab my phone from my room along with some cash and leave the house without alerting anyone. I shot Ethan a quick text telling him I was gonna go see Cal and Cal (so no one would come looking for me) and I rung the number on the piece of paper.

Ethan's Pov

10.14am

I squinted my eyes at the sun peaking through the front room blinds and gave myself a moment to process waking up properly. My eyes always take a minute before I'm able to open them properly after I've been sleeping. Once that minute was up and my eyes were no longer so heavy, I looked over to the sofa where Harry had slept—oh! To my surprise, he wasn't there. I noticed he had drunk the water Vik left him. The rest of the guys who'd slept downstairs were still snoring but I thought I may as well get up and see if Harry would want to talk or what he was doing. Breakfast? Apologising to Simon? Let's be honest he definitely needed to do both after last night.

No sign of him in the kitchen. Figures.

I walked up the stairs to Simon's room and knocked on his bedroom door. Silence. I knocked again, louder this time. Nothing still. "Simon?"
This time I heard movement from inside the room followed by the clear sound of footsteps and creaky floorboards coming towards me until..*crrrrr* the door swung open, revealing Simon in a bright blue Cookie Monster dressing gown.
I giggled, having not seen him wear this before "nice pyjamas!" I laughed in a sarcastic tone.
"Fuck off!" he smiled followed by "how's Harry?"
"He's not with you?"
"...no?"
"Fuck."
"He's not downstairs?"
"No."
Simon's breathing became audible as he stressed out. Tension was also building inside my stomach and I'm sure Simon was feeling the same.
"Let me give him a ring and see if he answers."
I pulled out my phone from my pocket, startled to see a message that Harry had sent almost two hours ago. Thank fuck for that.
"He's okay...gone to see Cal and Cal."
The red slowly drained away from Simon's face upon hearing that Harry was safe.
"Clearly doesn't want us to ask him about last night since he's snuck out before anyone could realise."
"Yup..he'll be avoiding us like the plague if he can help it."