daisy || l.s au

harry

slight drug use trigger warning, sorry

Cigarettes have always disgusted me, the smell and the look of them has always just made me sick but as I watched Louis make his way towards me with one casually placed between his lips it didn't seem to bother me one bit.

that is until he lit it, blowing the nauseating fumes in the direction of my pots.

"Hey get that shit away from my plants." I grumbled, waving my hand around attempting to stop the smoke from reaching my flowers.

"What are you gonna do about it flower boy." He looked me in the eyes and blew a puff of smoke directly at my face, I tried not to but I couldn't hold back and I let out an embarrassing cough.

"Ou flower boy how creative." I mocked waving my arms around sarcastically, Louis was beginning to piss me off.

"How accurate actually." He gestured to the numerous flower pots surrounding me and I rolled my eyes.

"Why are you bugging me." I shove him gently and look down trying to make myself look busy. Hoping this would make him leave. All I've wanted for the past two years is for Louis to come over here and now that he's standing in front of me looking hot as hell, I just want him to go away. It's not him of course. Any other day I would exchange some banter but today I'm just not in the mood.

"Because you look cute when you're frustrated." He smirked dropping the cigarette on the ground between us and squishing it with his shoe.

"You look cute all the time." I mumble angrily and stomp away from him. I probably shouldn't have said that but it's true so why not.

I kind of enjoyed us bickering, I knew it was nothing serious and it's better than him not talking to me at all. The only problem with this is that now, Louis doesn't only consume 50 percent of my thoughts but now probably around 95.

Leaving work that night I spot Louis leaning against my side of the parking lot smoking another cigarette.

"Care for a puff?" He held out the cigarette and I knew he was joking but something about the way he said it made me want to prove to him I'm not a prude like he thinks.

Well I am.. But I don't want him to think that.

I snatch the cigarette from his hand and put it in my mouth. Quickly realizing I have no idea how to even do it, do I just suck in? Louis picked up on my panic and took the cigarette.

"You have to get it in your lungs to do any real damage. so breath in the smoke, then open your mouth and suck in a deep breath." He did it once slowly and I watched carefully taking it back in my hands and lifting it to my lips. I knew I did something right this time because I could feel a burn in my chest and I started coughing so hard I thought I would loose a lung. Louis placed his hand on my back and rubbed circles which made my head cloud up and I felt dizzy, I'm not sure if that was from the smoke or Louis touching me for the first time.

"You get used to the burning feeling."

I took one more puff for good measure and handed it back to him, luckily I only coughed a little this time.

"Well thanks for the lesson." I laughed and headed towards my car but I could hear Louis' footsteps following behind me. I ignore them and hop into my car turning my key in the ignition. Just as I'm putting my car in reverse Louis opens the door and sits in the passenger seat.

"What are you doing?" I frown at him and he looks down at my hand gripping the steering wheel tightly out of agitation, my heart beat sped up and I could feel butterflies in my stomach for probably the third time today because of this boy.

"Can you give me a ride home?"

"Is there something wrong with your car?"

I wasn't gonna say no to him so I pulled out of the parking lot.

"I just want to be with you for a little while longer." If I thought my heart was beating fast before it was probably about to leap out of my chest now. I felt as if I could swerve off the road at any moment I was so nervous.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Louis watching me intently and if it wasn't for the road in front of me I would be staring right back at him.

I felt him reach down and grab my phone from the pocket in my hoodie which made me wiggle in my seat a bit.

"What are you doing?" I asked taking a peak over at my phone screen but quickly returning my eyes to the road.

"I'm putting my number in your phone." I heard a ding come from his pocket which I'm assuming was him sending himself a message from my phone.

"I'm going to need a ride back tomorrow, If that's alright." Louis knew it's fucking alright, he knows he could get me to do just about anything for him at this point.

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