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Wednesday; one drink

"Please leave your message after the tone."

"Harry! Zayn gave me this brownie but... I think it had weed in it! I feel so trippy right now. I'm in his bathroom and I thought I'd let you know. Wow, is this what being down feels like? Wait. I mean high. It's already kicking in!

"I'm scared. What if my mom finds out? She'll be like Niall James Horan why are you so dumb? Didn't I ever tell you not to do drugs yada yada yada. I'm getting tired of her and I'm not even actually talking to her.

"Hold on, Zayn is knocking on the door."

"Niall, you alright mate. You've been in there for an hour now!"

"Uh yeah... Hold on, I'll be out in a minute."

"Now where were we? Actually-I forgot. Can you call me and tell me what I was talking about? Okay call me back, bye hazzy!"

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