The Perfect Drug (Nouis)

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☠ Niall's Point of View ☠

"Seeing as there's only a few minutes left, I'll end the lesson here. Feel free to pack up and chat amongst one another for the time being," The professor exhaled, gently putting down the white stick of chalk and dusting his hands off as he walked back to his desk, immediately immersing himself in some obscenely thick book.

I carelessly stuffed my notes into my bag then turned to face Liam, giving him my widest, most shit eating grin when he glanced up from his papers and glared at me.

"Don't."

"What? Don't acknowledge the fact that my essay, the one I barely finished before class, was a thousand times better than yours, the one you worked so hard on when it was assigned a fuckin' week ago?" I questioned nonchalantly before scoffing, barely holding back a snicker when his eyes narrowed into little tiny slits. If he pulled that look on anyone else they might've found it terrifying, but this is me we're talkin' about. I found it pretty fucking endearing. "I would never."

"Dick." Liam attempted and failed seeing as he didn't even try to sigh under his breath, shaking his head and giving me his best 'I'm so done with you' look.

"You love me," I teased as I faced the front again, leaning back in my seat and casually crossing my legs at the ankle while I reached into my pocket and grabbed my phone, checking a few texts from people I didn't even recall giving my number to.

"Unfortunately." He may have sounded annoyed, but the tiniest smile threatening to form on his lips told me otherwise. I smirked and sent him a wink in return before focusing my attention back on the screen. Quick PSA: Liam and I aren't a thing, k? We're bros. Brothers. Brethren.

We remained silent after that, eyes glued to our respective phones while we waited for the damn bell to ring. When it finally decided to do so we both sprang up and out of our seats, exiting the room and weaving our way through the quickly filling halls.

Just as we exited the building and began sauntering along the sidewalk, an all too familiar deep voice shouted my name. "Horan!"

"George!" I grinned once I saw him, clapping him on the back (well trying, the fucker was tall) when he fell into step with us. He did a two-fingered wave in greeting, taking a long drag from the self-made fag that was perched in between those very fingers.

He exhaled after a moment, smoke fanning out around him. "Got a shit load of spliff I'm willin' to share. Reckon I'll be seeing you two at the party tonight?"

I eagerly nodded my head at that, as did Liam. "Definitely."

"Right." He grinned lazily, running a hand through his short, all over the place hair. "See you 'round then, yeah?" He came to a stop on the curb once we reached my car, taking another long puff.

"Oh fuck yeah," I responded without hesitating as I unlocked the opened the door, throwing my bag carelessly into the back seat with a cheeky grin that made him chuckle.

"Later," he saluted before wandering down the sidewalk again, quickly disappearing in the mass of people.

"I'm so ready for tonight mate, you have no idea," Liam said after I got in the car and started it up.

"I might," I shrugged indifferently, because of course I had a fucking idea. Parties were always high points in my book, especially because of what ensued. "Still up for the shop?" I wondered as I took my left hand off of the steering wheel, lifting my bum up and digging in my back pocket for my pack of smokes and a lighter. Once I had one dangling out of my mouth I quickly lit it, trapping the smoke in my lungs for a few moments before exhaling.