I am aware that Harry doesn't smoke anymore but it's part of my story. Reviews would be appreciated! Thanks x
Harry's annoyed that he's been left with Danny, who at this moment in time is smiling to himself, perving on all the half naked girls on the dance floor. Danny puts his beer down, tapping Harry on the arm and pointing over to the middle of the floor where Dougie is grinding against the back of some girl. Harry frowns, slamming his glass down, making beer spill over the edges and onto the dark wooden table. Danny gives him a strange look and Harry quickly comes up with an excuse. (Not that it would matter, Danny is pissed and unlikely to remember Harry's strange behaviour.)
"I'm going out for a smoke, you coming?" Danny turns to look over at the girls near the bar before nodding to Harry, deciding he'll have one then go back in to try and find a cheap shag for the night. Harry follows Danny outside, squeezing past all the sweaty people who've all drunk a bit to much and are pinching his arse as he walks by. Shame none of them were guys, Harry thinks, shame none of them were Dougie either, he thinks again, finally getting out into the cool autumn air.
Danny leans against the wall, Harry following soon after. Resting one foot on the ground and one on the wall, he takes the cigarette from Danny - even though he's got his own - and lights it, putting it in his mouth and inhaling deeply before blowing out, watching Danny do the same in slience apart from the beat of the music inside the club. Danny sighs loudly.
"You need to get laid, mate." Harry nearly chokes on the breath he's been holding in.
"No offense mate, but I don't really think that my sex life has anything to do with you. I don't do one night stands, you know that and just because i'm gay doesn't mean I want some guys dick up my arse 24/7." Harry replies, taking another drag from the cigarette. Danny shrugs and then turns to him, dropping his used fag on the floor before standing on it.
"You've not fucked anyone for almost a year. If I went that long without having my dick in a girl, my balls would have exploded. Just have some fun tonight dude, it's our last night out before tour ends. Live a little." Danny pats Harry on the back before walking past him and back into the club. Harry sinks down onto the concrete floor, closing his eyes and leaning his head back onto the brick wall behind him, throwing his fag somewhere off in front of him.
"Sorry, mate. You got a light?" a voice snaps him out of his trance and Harry looks up to see a bearded guy holding his hand out. Harry nods and hands the guy his blue lighter, watching the man take a drag out of his cigarette before passing Harry back his lighter and staring calmly up into the sky. It the action that follows which scares him.
The man's grabbing Harry by the collar before he can even do anything. He panics and tries to get away, but the guy looks angry. Probably recognizes me, he thinks, probably a homophobe, he thinks again, and Harry really wants his brain to shut the fuck up right now because thinking about this sort of stuff when he's pinned up to a wall isn't the best thing he could be doing. The guy pushes the lit end of his cigarette into Harrys face but he doesn't even flinch and the man notices. It's going to leave a nasty mark because Harry can already feel it burning and the pain doesn't get any better when the man punches him. The guy steps back a bit, still close enough that Harry can't get away, but far back enough that he has space to breathe.
Then he speaks.
"Look here fag, you know where my son is.." What?