Your Last First Kiss (A Zayn Malik FanFiction)

Your Last First Kiss- Drugs, A Guitar And Fake Love

TWO UPDATES IN ONE DAY YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH THOUGHT OF WHAT IS GONNA HAPPEN TO HARRY, I DONT KNOW IF ITS GOOD ENOUGH BUT MEH, SHOULD BE OKAY

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CHAPTER 14

HARRYS POV

“H-HI.” I said quietly walking inside the stupid, old, grotty house.

“The usual?”

“Er no, just 15 grams today actually.” I said, rubbing my hands together, getting impatient. Derek, stared at me stunned by what I had just said. I shrugged my shoulders and gave him a nervous chuckle as we made our way over to the living room and sat down on the sofa.

“Who’s the lucky chicka?” Derek asked, preparing my 15 grams of cocaine.

“Don’t know what your talking about Derek, there is no chicka.” I replied back with, getting out my wallet.

“Fine, but next time, I will get it out of you.”

‘no you won’t, you never will, no one will ever know.’ I thought to myself as I handed him the £100.

“Nahh mate, today, because I can tell you’ve got a lot going on, you only have to pay £90.” He said, handing me the bag of whiteness. I smiled taking away a £10 note and gave him the £90.

“Cheers Derek, see you in about five days.”  I said, saluting to him and walked off. I went over to the front door and opened it. I walked out and over to my car. I sat down, took out the cocaine, I sniffed it. I got out my phone and called Zayn.

RING

RING

RING

RING

RING

“Hello?” someone said down the phone, I heard a voice that I wasn’t expecting and didn’t want to hear at this moment in time.

“Where’s Zayn?” I asked.

“Harry!?”

“Adele?”

“Harry, what the fuck is going on?”

“Just give the phone to Zayn.”

“I can’t unless you want to break his phone and lose the connection.”

“What?” I questioned, confused as hell. What was that meant to mean?

“He’s in the shower, I can’t. Tell me what is going on.”

“I will, when I get home ok?”

“No Harry.”

I hung up the phone, ignoring Adele. I put my phone back in my pocket and drove off away from Derek’s house and over to the river. I got there in no time, the drugs already taking effect on me. I stopped near the bridge, got out and ran over it. When I got to the river I sat down on the grass, bringing my knee’s up to my chest and got lost in deep thought.

Now I’m not like the usual drug addicts that get so high that they pass out, oh no. I take it because it doesn’t seem to have that sort of effect on me, in fact, I was actually on drugs when I did my GCSE’S, got an A in all of them. Even history. No, drugs actually help me think.