addicted [h.s]

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I walk into room 666 with a smile on my face, something that probably shouldn't happen in hell, but is anyways.

"Why are you smiling?" My obnoxious bitch of a roommate asks right when I walk in, of course she's laid down on the bed with a book stuffed in her face.

"Maybe I'm having a good day, maybe I don't have a stick up my ass every second like you do." I say as kindly as I can as I sit down on my bed, taking off my boots before sliding back and leaning myself against the wall.

When I look back over at Miranda she's rolling her eyes, "whatever." She flips the page in her book before speaking again, "that story you told in group was bullshit, wasn't it?"

"Have you ever been told that gingers don't have a soul? Because if you had one you would believe that my poor ten year old self had a dog that died from cancer and since then I can't stand the sight of a single canine." I let out a breath, trying to keep myself from losing control.

At that Miranda closes her book, turning her head to look at me. "Sorry, it's just, that Harry kid tells bullshit stories all the time when the rest of us are trying to get through real issues."

I guess in the back of my mind I knew what Harry had said in group session was a lie, but the fact that he lied about having a friend that died of leukemia? That's just cruel and insensitive, something that is almost unforgivable in my mind.

"I'll be back." I say to her before getting off the bed and walking out of the room, heading right down the hall to the room Connor took me to just a week ago.

I knock on the door a few times before hearing arguing behind it. After a few seconds it swings open and Connor is standing behind it, grinning cockily once he sees me.

"Couldn't stay away, huh? I can kick Harry out for a bit if you want to go for round two." He says, and I scrunch my face up in disgust.

"Move out of my way." He seems surprised when I say that, and when he still doesn't move I push him, making my way into the room where I find Harry sitting up in his bed.

The green eyed bastard looks at me with surprise, "Luna is something-"

I put my hand up to stop him from speaking, "shut the f.uck up."

"Connor I think you should leave." Harry says with emphasis.

I watch as his roommate rolls his eyes at us, almost saying something back before walking out of the room and slamming the door shut behind him.

Once he's gone Harry furrows his brows, "what's wrong?"

"The story that you told in group session, was it true or not? Because I swear to god if it wasn't that horrible, I mean I've done bad things but when it comes to diseases and all that shit lying or joking about it isn't cool." I finally take a breath, watching as Harry crosses his arms over his chest and leans his back against the wall.

"It's not a lie." He says simply, and suddenly I feel like a f.ucking idiot, which does not happen often.

"Well, I'm sorry for barging in here then and throwing some f.ucked up accusations at you." I say quickly before turning on my heel and walking away from him.

"Luna, stop." He says just as I'm opening the door, and I let it close before turning back around to look at him. "Sit on the bed." He pats the space next to him, and I sigh before crossing the room and sitting besides him.

I'm faced straightforward as I wait for him to talk, but when he doesn't I turn to see him pulling up the sleeve of the long sleeved shirt he must've changed into, revealing several tattoos with each inch he shows.

"His name was Louis, and we used to always play pirate at his house. He always got to be the captain and I would do all the maintenance on the ship, and I guess it wasn't until I was older that I realized I got the shitty end of the bargain." He laughs, "so anyway, when he got sick I had no clue what was going on because I was so young. I mean, one day we were playing pirate and the next he was in the hospital, dead before I could even go in to visit him."

"Which tattoo is for him?" I ask, watching as he scans his own arm, each inked marking seeming to have a meaning as he looks at them with emotion, and I look at them with intrigue.

After a moment Harry turns his arm, revealing an anchor which is etched into his skin. "I refuse to sink because of Louis, even through all of the addiction bullshit, I refuse to sink to it all. I refuse to give up and let all the challenges I've faced overcome me."

His eyes are powerful just like his words, the tattoo on his forearm symbolizing his strength, and for just a split second I think: you could be the reason I refuse to sink.

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