Nineteen (A Larry Fanfiction)

Chapter Forty-Nine

*Harry's POV*

Both Zayn and I were now dressed in suits, because coincidentally we both had a party to go to. I showed him out of the door after grabbing my few things, and we both walked to the Cafeteria parking lot. Louis sat in his car waiting for me, so I waved Zayn off as he walked to his parked vehicle and I climbed into Lou's car.

"You look handsome, baby," Louis said, leaning into me for a kiss, which I happily gave to him. His lips were always so soft.

"As do you, Mr. Tomlinson," I said with a smirk as he began to drive away from the school. "So, what is this party for?"

"My mates son is throwing an engagement party and I was invited. I figured I'd bring you along," he replied, his eyes glued to the road. We had been driving longer than I'd thought, now that tall buildings and city 'attire' were all around us.

"I'm not really one for parties, Lou," I said, nervously gripping his thigh as I stared through the windshield. The city was always so beautiful to me.

"I know, but I really want you here with me, baby," he cooed, trailing his hand up my thigh and I continued to lightly squeeze his. And of course, I couldn't say no to him.

It wasn't much longer until we had parked and made our way into the huge venue. I clung to Louis' side as he talked to strange men and women, the conversations but a mere mystery to me. I was so lost.

"I'm going to go find a restroom," I whispered into Louis' ear before leaving his side, searching for the nearest bathroom. It was when I spotted the men's and women's restroom logo that I found some sort of relief. I pushed my way past a crowd of people and pushed the door open. When I looked up, I felt a bit confused. There Zayn was with a blunt between his fingers and lips as he inhaled the smoke. I couldn't help but to feel a bit jealous. I wanted some.

"Mate, I didn't know this was the party you'd be at," he said, politely holding his blunt towards me. "Have a smoke with me," he offered, and I hesitated a bit. Louis would be so fucking pissed if he found me smoking. He'd be pissed to know I smoked anything, he was so against it. He wasn't here though, so it wouldn't be a problem, right? I took the blunt from him and pressed it between my lips, inhaling all that I could. I missed this feeling. I loved this feeling. I constantly craved it. But things came to a turn when the bathroom door was pushed open, the blunt still between my lips, and mine eyes met Lou's. He had a look of disapproval and disappointment on his face, which soon turned to anger.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He said with a raised voice. I handed what was left back to Zayn and exhaled the smoke that was still in my lungs. I didn't respond. I just stood there, terrified of what would happen. "Let's go. We are leaving," he said, grabbing my arm and digging his nails into it. He roughly pulled me to his car and pushed my inside. You could tell he was furious, and not just by his actions towards me, but the way he was driving.

It wasn't long, due to his speeding, until we reached the campus once more. He parked in a space, rather than in front of the cafeteria like he normally did when dropping me off, and he climbed out. He pulled me out on my side and, again, pulled me along with him until we stood in front of my dorm.

"Unlock the fucking door," he yelled, causing me to take no time in doing so. He pushed me inside, slammed the door behind him, and pushed me down onto my bed. "I can't fucking believe you," he screamed at me, causing me to wince. "You know I can't stand it when people smoke. Especially you, because I love you and don't want to lose you to something so stupid. Smoking consumes you, Harry. It consumes your time, your thoughts, your body. You don't make your choices anymore. The cigarettes do. The weed does. Do you even smoke cigarettes or just weed?"

"B-both," I stammered, cowering back into my blankets.

"You are so fucking stupid. You are in so much trouble, I can't even begin with you!"

"Stop treating me like a child, Louis!"

"You are a child, Harry! You are a fucking child!"

"Get out! Get the fuck out and don't talk to me! Go!" I screamed back and he took no time in slamming the door behind him once again. I curled into my blankets and cried. I cried everything out, every emotion, everything. I knew I'd made a mistake when I even saw Zayn smoking in the first place. I should have said no. I should have left. Fuck, I should have said no the very first time. But, maybe Louis is right. I am fucking stupid.

AN: OKAY, BUT WOW. 850 WORDSSSSSS.

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