Sinner H.S

10

Harry Styles

"Harry, we gotta finish this song." Zayn urges me shoving the paper in my face while I smoke my weed.

We spent 3 hours at the studio writing. It's just Zayn and I. After a while I got bored so I decided to get high.

I close my eyes push the paper out of the face. I take my joint and smoke it again, exhaling with clouds of smoke filling my vision. Getting high is probably the best things I could do to avoid all my problems, all the stress, all my worries.

"You're insane." Zayn sits on the office chair, giving up. As I'm smoking my joint, I notice Zayn becoming frustrated with the lyrics. I get comfy on the couch, spreading my legs, as my eyes become tired.

"You want one?" I offer him my joint, he looks at it before he nods grabbing my joint from my hand.

He smoke it, he exhales from his teeth. "That's strong." He says sucking in a breath. I hum in response, I don't know what he said but this shit is good. I'm in my own world.

After a couple hits he hands me the joint back, I place it on the counter with a bag full of coke.

I look at it, then look at Zayn. It takes him a minute to realize what I'm getting at. "You're gonna regret it." He says shaking his head. I smirk to myself as I grab the bag and put a little on the counter.

I grab a card to make thin lines, once they're ready I plug one side of my nose and snort the line of coke.

Once I finish I toss my head back closing my eyes enjoying the feeling.

"Hey, c'mon let's put some work into this." Zayn says as I relax on the couch.

I groan slightly, moving away from him as he sits beside me. "Harry, Asher expects us to have one song written down by tomorrow." He explains.

I've never been more annoyed. "I will have it done, i'm jus' tired." I groan as I get into a comfortable position. Zayn starts writing something on the paper, after a long while I finally get motivation for writing.

I grab the paper and pen and starts writing lyrics, I don't know how I came up with them but they all seems to be flooding out of me as I write. I don't know if it's the drugs or what but whatever it is, I'm glad it's working.

Wrote about 3 verses before I hand it back to Zayn. I grab my joint and place it in between my lips. Zayn grabs the paper and starts reading the lyrics. "How the hell did you do this?" Zayn asks and I just shrug my shoulders.

I suck in a breath, "I dunno, it just came out."

Zayn analyzes the lyrics before putting it on the table. "Mm, that's some good shit." He leans back on the couch, I turn my head over to look at him. "The drugs?" I ask

"No, the lyrics dumbass." I click my cheek looking back at the ceiling. Everything feels so alive. Everything I look at feels more interesting than if I were to look at it sober.

"Wanna go for a drive?" Zayn suggest and I smile, "Yes." I groan and we both get up. We walk to his car, he takes out his keys to unlock. "I'm driving." I say to him grabbing his keys, and he shakes his head. "Hell no, you're high. I'm not looking to die today." Zayn turns down and snatches the keys from my hand walking to the front seat. I roll my eyes annoyed, I get into the passenger seat.

We drive around a bit, Zayn puts on the radio. I hate whenever my songs come on, so every time I hear my song I always change the channel. It's gotten to the point every 20 minutes I have to change the station.

After a few minutes of driving around the streets an idea pops into my head. I look over at Zayn as we are at a stop light. "What?" He says looking at me worried as I smile at him.