One Direction Preferences

He catches you smoking(Liam and Zayn)

Liam: Just one more. You think to yourself, pulling the small white stick from the carton. You knew that Liam didn’t like you to smoke. It made your clothes smell, your hair dry, and well he often complained when you sneaked a few kisses after having one. You bring the stick to your mouth, and fumble with your lighter. “Come on.” you groan and bang the lighter on the table. You click it again, and finally the flame illuminates your face. You inhale and the cigarette Lights up, releasing the nicotine through your blood, and lungs. You let out a sigh of relief, carelessly blowing the smoke out of your lips, holding the cigarette between your fingers. You bring it your lips again, and stop mid puff when Liam’s voice pierces your ears. “Still smoking eh?” making you jump and choke a little on the smoke filling your lungs. Wha- Oh yeah, uhm…” you trail off looking at the smoke between your fingers, staying away from his gaze. “It’s fine.” he sighs, turning away from you, heading back inside your flat. “Liam.” you sigh, putting the stick out and he stops “Yes?” he asks, keeping a hand on the door frame. “I’m sorry, I’ll try to stop, it’s just hard.” He nods “I know how hard it can be to quit something you need.” You smile and ask “What’s your addiction?” He turns around and looks at you seriously “You.” You smile and toss the rest of your carton in the trash, and kiss him despite his complains of your smoky breath.

Zayn: “Oh my God just shut up!” You yell at him. The past week had been kind of hard for the both of you because you were both trying to stop smoking together. “What am I doing?” He asks defensively and you just roll your eyes. “Please just stop talking.” You beg, rubbing your head. You had been very irritable for a couple of days, and were snapping at the smallest things. “I’m not even saying anything.” He snaps back and you can’t help but scoff and walk outside. Air. You just needed some air, or a cigarette, you muse then shake your head to clear the thought. “I’m sure one wouldn’t hurt anything.” You say reaching on top of the door frame, hand searching blindly for a box. “I know you’re up here.” You frown then your fingers clasp around the familiar box. “Ah ha!” You rejoice and open the pack, carefully grabbing a cigarette, putting the butt between your lips. “Shit.” You mumble fumbling through your pockets for a lighter. “Looking for this?” Zayns voice says softly, holding a flame in from of your face. You nod gingerly waiting for something else, a scolding maybe, but he lights your cigarette and then grabs one for himself. “Maybe next week?” He laughs and you nod laughing yourself “Yeah maybe.” You stand there in silence for a minute before he sighs and throws the pack away. “Now no more rebounding, we have to do this.” You nod and take one last puff, this being your last one.