ೃ⁀➷ In the year 1994,
Maya Bennet travels to New York to attend a famous music festival, Woodstock. After stumbling into the wrong tent when searching for her lost boyfriend, she has an odd interaction with a handsome mysterious stranger. A year l...
𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 | Eagles 𝐇𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 | Fleetwood Mac
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I move in closer to him, breathing in the warm smell of whiskey on his lips as my heavy eyes flick back and forth between his. Slowly parting his lips, a thick cloud of smoke from the blunt in his hand slip from his mouth as my eyes dart down to his bare chest.
"I never knew you had this many tattoos." I say quietly under my breath in a drunken slur, stalling from nerves as I look back up and lazily stare into his dark eyes. "Did they hurt?"
"Like a bitch." He coos, sliding his hand down to my waist and gliding his fingertips underneath the lacy fabric of my black underwear that rests on my hip as a long strand of his hair dangles at the front of his red eyes—that's what Harry said.
"Are you sure about this?" I ask in a whisper, feeling nervous with his tattooed hand touching my exposed skin. "I mean - you really want to do this?"
Watching Zayn's swollen red lips curl up into a devilish smirk, his head cocks back in urgency as he darts his tongue against his bottom lip. "What're you waiting for stoner? . . . Kiss me."
✧･ﾟ: * A FEW HOURS EARLIER ･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ
Sitting in the passenger seat of the car with my hands on my knees as I anxiously trace my fingertips along the fabric of my dress, I glance over at Harry and watch him smoke his third cigarette.
My leg starts to bounce as I look outside of the window, focusing on the buildings he passes by as my mind races with a million thoughts—Not only did I just lie to Gage, Gage knows I lied, and Gage is also my ex-boyfriend's uncle who caught me dry humping my . . . well, Harry.
My heart continues to race, thumping harshly at a fast speed as Harry glances over at me and looks down at my lap as I spin my dainty rings around my fingers.
"You're quiet." He points out and I turn my head toward him, shrugging my shoulders. "And you're twitching again." He adds on and my eyes roll.
"How are you so calm right now?" I look at him with my brows knitted together. "If Dean finds out we were on the side of the road and I was on top of you when we were supposed to be at work, he might actually try to kill y—"
"Maya, baby, it was an eyelash. Remember?" He coos softly and my head tilts to the side. "There's no reason to panic. If detective douchebag runs his mouth, I'll run his ass ove—"
