Distant

(Hey guys this Is my new fan fiction and it is a Harry Styles one as usual. I'm going to continue Mine but this is just a little side project I'm doing, and it's something completely different from what I'm used to writing so bare with me cause I have a great story line for this! xoxo)

Charlie's POV

I walked with my head down as the cold rain poured from the dark night sky. The only protection I had from the rain was my black hoodie and black sweatpants. I mentally cursed myself for coming out here so late and in the pouring rain just to feed my addiction. I walked to the familiar street corner and ducked inside the boarded off abandoned house. "E?," I whispered into the dark and a flame lit In the corner, revealing my drug dealer, E. His signature grim smirk plastered on his wrinkly face from years of doing drugs and old age. "Oh Char back so soon dear?," his voice was raspy from years of smoking and I almost wrinkled my nose In disgust. Almost. I knew better though because this man could easily have me killed and no one would ever know, so I kept my face hard and expressionless, like it normally is. "Do you have my stuff or what?," I asked, eager to get out of here and to go to my apartment. "what's the rush? Depends, do you have my money?," he asked and as each second passed by that I stood here talking my eagerness grew, the need to feel the pleasure the drug gives me almost completely taking control of my body. I took a few steps closer so I was now stood in front of the desk he had set up with wooden crates. I pulled the white envelope from my pocket and tossed it to him. A pleased smile spread across his grey face and he then handed me a small baggie. I nodded and then walked back to the way I came in "I'll see ya soon sweetheart," his voice called and I wanted to gag so very bad but I can't allow myself to do that. I just turned my head and gave a quick nod before ducking back out into the pouring icy rain. The rain immediately soaked my dark hair and my clothes that had gotten some what dry. I stuffed my Baggie up my sleeve and began running home, my sneakers sloshing in the shallow puddles. A chill ran down my spine as my apartment came into view. The rain had soaked me to the bone but it's not like it matters. I raced up the steps and pulled open the heavy door, but before I completely walked into the dry and warm place I glanced over my shoulder and caught the eye of a boy, a boy who was walking down my street and starring at me. My icy blue eyes locked with his green ones and I quickly forced myself to look away and go inside, but the picture of his face stayed in my mind.




When I got inside I immediately ran to my room trying to avoid my room mate Parker and luckily I found a note taped to my door saying she was spending the night with her boyfriend. She's a hopeless romantic, but I will never allow myself to fall in love, because love requires falling and I don't do falling.




I pushed open the door and walked into my dark room, I flicked on my light and closed the door and locked it behind me. I stripped off my wet clothes and put on a fresh pair of grey sweats and a black t-shirt, then threw my hair into a pony tail. I then walked over to the couch that was set up in my room and sat down, pulling out a paper and laid it down before dumping the small amount of heroin on the paper, I then rolled it up and the rest from that point was a blur and I couldn't remember the events that took place from then on.