Snow Boy [Zarry]

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Later that night after dinner, Zayn settled down in his room and rolled a joint.

Harry had already gone to bed, so Zayn chose to have some quality alone time.

Just him, his weed, and his laptop.

This quality time lasted for about an hour before Zayn heard quiet knocking on his bedroom door.

He paused the video he was watching, looking toward the door.

"Come in." He said, watching Harry slowly enter his room.

"I couldn't sleep and I...." Harry trailed off, wondering why Zayn's room smelled like a skunk had just come through and sprayed.

Harry wrinkled his nose, looking at Zayn for an explanation.

Zayn couldn't help but laugh at Harry, thinking he looked like a cat.

"C'mon in, kitten." He chuckled.

"Did something happen in here?" Harry asked, coughing a little.

"I was....smoking the day away." Zayn said, smiling.

Harry approached him, seeing that the whites of Zayn's eyes were red now.

"Why?" Harry frowned, noticing the haze in the room.

"I enjoy it. You said you've never smoked before, right?" Zayn asked.

Harry shook his head, swallowing.

Zayn smirked, closing his laptop. "Will you let me get you high for the first time?"

Harry could hear Louis' voice in his head, telling him this was wrong.

Louis, his mother, and his own voice in his head telling him not to do it.

But Harry ignored them all, climbing onto Zayn's bed and sitting crisscross in front of him.

He nodded, looking into Zayn's eyes and smiling a little.

Zayn grinned, reaching into his nightstand drawer.

Harry watched Zayn roll another joint and light it up.

Zayn took the first hit, demonstrating for Harry before he handed him the joint.

"You have to hold it in. It isn't a cigarette." Zayn told Harry.

Harry nodded before bringing it to his lips, sloppily inhaling before he broke into a coughing fit.

Zayn chuckled, carefully taking the joint back.

"Easy, kitten." He chuckled at the younger boy.

"I don't want anymore." Harry coughed, struggling to breathe.

Zayn laughed, moving closer to him. "Here, get your breath okay?" He asked, watching Harry.

Harry took a shaky breath, releasing it slowly.

"Here." Zayn said, putting the joint back between Harry's lips with his other hand rested on Harry's jaw.

Harry blushed from the contact, looking into Zayn's eyes through the haze.

"Inhale quick, then hold it." Zayn instructed.

Harry waited a moment before doing as Zayn said, unable to hold it in for long.

"There you go. The longer you hold it the better you'll feel, trust me." Zayn said, sitting back a little and taking a hit for himself.

Harry wiped his watery eyes, chuckling.