Fully Edited July 22nd 2018
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Niall
I smile at Zayn as he tells me a story about his first motorcycle and I take his offer for hanging out while he fixes his engine. Of course I wont listen to a word he says but the thought of watching him sweat while fixing a truck is enough for me to be there.
I take a sip of the minty vodka as a group of high teenagers walked in through the door to the patio.
"Zayn you missed out! It was sativa!" A guy exclaims before slapping Zayn's back earning a sullen look from him.
"Can't you see that I'm busy, Keaton?" Zayn asks as I finally take in how close we are. I lean back slowly not aware that I am inches from Zayn. The guy named Keaton rolls his glossy red eyes and walks away from us, leaving us in the crowded kitchen.
"Sorry about that. You don't smoke right?" He asks before taking another sip from his beer bottle.
"Oh, no. It's not my thing." I say as Zayn nods. I hate cigarettes but the scent of tobacco on him smells comforting.
"Malik. Stop flirting with your boyfriend and get upstairs. We're doing lines." Keaton says while pulling Zayn's arm, pulling him up from the stool and towards the staircase. I try not to think of the illegal activities going on upstairs as the stool next to mine becomes occupied.
"You shouldn't be hanging around with Zayn." I hear a slow accent say next to me as I look up. Harry sits next to me with eyes just as red as the high teenagers that just dragged Zayn away.
"He's not the best guy." He claims before taking a sip from his beer bottle.
Who does Harry think he is? He can't push Zayn's name in the dirt while he isn't here to defend himself.
"As opposed to who? You?" I ask sarcastically before taking a sip of my vodka drink. This is stronger than I thought it would be, especially since it has me talking back to Harry like this.
"No, I'm just saying he isn't someone you should be hanging out with. You should be at home, studying. Actually you should be sleeping right now instead of hanging around with coke heads like Zayn. You don't belong here" He says making me furrow my eyebrows. How does he get a say on where I do or don't belong?
"Don't speak about him like that, Harry. You're just an asshole who doesn't want anyone to be happy, and if I'm at a party then it's none of your business. Leave me alone." I say truthfully before taking a sip of my vodka. Harry makes me need alcohol just to listen to him l.et alone talk to him. when I look back at harry his nostrils are flared and I'm not sure if I should be walking away.
"Get up, We're going." He demands, standing from the stool and waits for me to get up as well. I don't stand up with him but instead I watch him in silence.
"No, I'm waiting for Zayn. He's a decent human being unlike you." I say standing my ground before tuning back to my unwanted cup. Harry rolls his eyes and reaches out grabbing onto my arm.
"You're not going to be hanging out with him after he does that shit." He orders and pulls me from the stool. Surprisingly, nobody watches as Harry basically kidnaps me.
"Harry let me go! I want to stay!" I exclaim as Harry turns to me and I have half the mind that he's going to let me be but instead his hands hook around my hips and he throws me over his shoulder.
I want to kick and scream over his shoulder but instead I stay limp as he carries me out of the party. I don't want to be the cause of a scene and for some reason I feel as if its the right thing. As soon as we make it outside Harry sets me onto my feet and grabs my shoulders.
"He's not a decent person and he wont care if you say no." He says sternly before turning me to walk towards his car. I feel like I'm supposed to be mad at Harry but I cant help feeling relieved that he's helping me out. Nobody else was willing to. Harry opens his door and slips into the drivers seat as I pull the passenger door open.
I get into his car looking around at all of the little baggies around. Oh my god. He grabs many and stuffs them into the glove box, using an elastic band to hold them together. Is he a drug dealer? Harry pulls away from the curb-side and begins to drive down the street. He usually drives much faster but today he's driving as if his grandmother were in the car.
"Zayn didn't seem so bad." I say needing more information on Zayn. Maybe I shouldn't hang out with him alone. I look up at Harry who tightens his grip on the wheel.
"He's raped girls and he's always gotten away with it. I don't want you around him anymore, got it?" He says as I nod. As much as I want to tell Harry to go fuck himself I can't help but believe these things he says about Zayn.
"Why do you even care?" I ask knowing that Harry doesn't care about anyone. He probably doesn't care about the people in Zayn's past and I know for a fact that he does not care about me.
"Because you're a virgin and you're not getting raped." He says lifting his finger tips from the wheel. As if to say 'isn't it obvious?' I want to ask Harry many other questions but my thoughts were cut short as blue and red lights begin to flash behind us.
"Fuck!" Harry yells as he pulls over and frantically tries to pick up the bundle of drugs but it is too late.
"Your tail light is out." The officer notifies Harry as he grabs his license and registration. The officer nods at the licence and smiles down at Harry.
"Can you step out of the vehicle please? I need to search your vehicle. It's mandatory with your licence." He spoke basically telling Harry 'we don't trust you'. Harry slowly began to emerge from the car, shutting his door behind him. The officer leaned Harry against the car and I mentally thank Harry for having tinted back windows.
I pull the glove box open and pull the wad of illegal drugs into my lap. I close the glove box and begin to stick the powdered drugs into my shoes.I then began to hide the buds of bagged marijuana in my hair, sticking it into the quiff I put in today. my heart is racing and i'm positive that this isn't going to work.
Just as I hide the final baggie I am asked to join Harry against the vehicle. My heart races as the officer pats my body. I make eye contact with Harry who looks just as scared as I do. He lets me stand at the front of the vehicle with Harry as he searches the car. My heart hadn't settled down even though I know we are in the clear.
Harry however looked stressed as a thin sheet of sweat covered his forehead. Maybe this is Harry's last chance?
The police officer walks towards us silently as Harry holds his breath.
"You're free to go, make sure you get that tail light fixed." He says to Harry as he began to walk back to his vehicle. I follow Harry's actions of getting back into the car an staying silent as he begins to drive away. He drove faster than he was earlier and didn't talk to me until we got in front of my house.
He grabs the glovebox handle and looks inside for his wad of drugs.
He searches frantically as I push him away from the small compact box between us.
I began to ruffle my hair watching the baggies fall into the box below me until my quiff was ruined and all of his baggies made it back to the safety of his glove box. I pull my shoes off and pour the baggies into the box again. I ignore Harry's astonished look as I place my shoes back onto my feet.
"Niall. I swear to god I'm going to marry you one day." Harry says as he slowly picks up the baggies, making sure that they were actually there and he wasn't dreaming about this.
"You queer." I tease watching Harry's face light up in laughter. I join him as he begins to speak to me again.
"You stuffed drugs into your hair and shoes!" He exclaims laughing louder.
"And you didn't get caught" he says the last part chuckling.
"Thank you, Niall." He said before closing the glovebox and reaching over to me. He pulls my body close to his as he gently squeezes my body. Is Harry Styles hugging me? He pulls away slightly, leaving our faces inches away from each other.
"I'm going to try something." He whispers as I look down at his soft dark pink lips.
"Okay." I whisper lightly feeling his breath on my lips. He smells like mint. He leans in closer and closes his eyes. I felt my lips graze his lightly as they began to tingle. As much as I want to kiss Harry right now I need him to do this, I need him to kiss me, I need him to want this.
He closes the gap between us and begins to kiss me. His lips move slowly against mine yet perfectly in sync with my movements. His hand rest on the side of my face while the other is around my back. His thumb grazes my cheekbone as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss.
His tongue darts out to run against my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I open my mouth and feel his tongue instantly battle with mine but of course I lose the battle that I was destined to. His tongue explores every inch of my mouth and I let him. He leans me back into my seat before he pulls away. His lips are swollen and I bet my lips are a mirrored image of his.
"Holy shit."
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