Life was a constant blur. My eyes were heavy and bloodshot as I desperately clung onto the circular table in Clyde's apartment, hoping someone would help me escape.
"I hate your Welsh accent, man," I slurred to Clyde. "Why do you talk like that?"
"Fuck you, Harry." He slurred back.
"What time is it?" I barely asked breathlessly.
Clyde tiredly glanced at his phone and squinted his eyes with a scowl. "Half four."
I closed my eyes and portrayed a bitter face. "I have to get back before five. I told Harley I was staying after school until four for catch up."
Someone slapped their hands onto my shoulders from behind, causing me to flinch in dismay. "Harry, can you hear me?"
It was a familiar voice that spoke to me, but I was barely listening. I ran a hand through my hair and nodded, and with that his hands tightened their grip around my shoulders and pulled me to my feet.
"It's Liam," He spoke to me as I slowly opened my eyes wider. "You're stoned, dude. I'm gonna take you home, okay?"
I only nodded tiredly as I rubbed my eyes. "Sure, whatever man."
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom and then we'll go."
I was left by myself before Clyde was pretty much passed out around his bag of good stuff. I slowly strolled elsewhere, seeing other bodies such as Louis and Zayn laying beside the tv. I kicked their feet to awake them, but then I wandered around to the back garden.
I didn't know why I came back to Clyde's. We were smoking around the back with the others and he was just talking about how cool it was now that he was living in his own apartment and then Louis jokingly mentioned the mischief we all could get up to. One thing led to another and we were all here, all off our faces. It's been a while since I've used this stuff, but I never remember it being this strong.
I felt one of my three phones ring and the recognisable ring tone made my eyes roll. I dragged it out of my blazer pocket and agonisingly whined before answering.
"I'm so wet right now thinking of the last time I called. You do remember, don't you?"
No, I didn't. I have tons of these calls all the time and each one was painfully dreadful. I didn't know why they came to me, I was just a guy who smoked too much and always ended up half asleep around other people's furniture.
I went to take a step forward but somehow I tripped over my own feet and fell into a brick wall, my head hitting the concrete. Surprisingly I still managed to keep my phone in my hand, and with that I pressed it to my ear.
"Ow." I whined into the phone.
"I'm a mess. I'm a pathetic mess." I moaned and kicked the nearest thing opposite me in frustration, which was a garden chair.
"Are you going to talk to me or not?"
"For God's sake, Harry," Liam's voice spoke behind me, pulling me to my feet once more as I placed my hand to my head in pain. I hung up the phone, losing a good bit of money but I couldn't deal with it right now.
He took me in his car and I passed out in the passenger's seat. Whatever Louis brought to Clyde's apartment was much stronger than what it intended to be.
I was awoken by Liam hitting my cheek and I gasped for breath, my eyes wide as I realised that we stopped. I gazed beside me at Liam who looked unimpressed.
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Harley Thomas; an anxiously wrecked Christian who thrives on judging those who sin. Harry Styles; an emotionally wrecked Atheist who thrives on sinning.