Can't Get Enough

3.

3.

Zayn finished the blunt and as I leaned on my car and slowly tilted my head back to face the afternoon sky. I took a deep breath in and released it, and suddenly, all the cares in the world melted away.

"I like the calm look on you. It's hot." Zayn flicked the joint onto the ground and stepped on the dying flame with his combat boot. He joined me in looking at the sun, yellow and hot.

"I honestly did think I killed him." He spoke quietly and carefully, folding his arms.

"I didn't think he would take so much mollie. I didn't think he could die. I always thought we were kind of...invincible, yknow? Like, it hasn't killed us yet...I don't know." His voice trailed off.

"Aren't your troubles supposed to melt away when you're high?" I mumbled. My head was spinning and I felt a bit light-headed. But it smelled good. I liked it. A little too much.

I knew he was grinning.

"Low-grade stuff and a skinny blunt doesn't do anything to me anymore. Pro smoker advantage." I scoffed and shook my head. "Pro smoker advantage" sounded like something out of Street Fighter.

"I never noticed how much you can enjoy the sun when it's out." I pushed myself off my car and walked a bit forward. I stretched my hands towards the beautiful star, trying to capture the light and the feeling it gave off. I heard Zayn chuckle.

"That's because your senses are more alert. Like usually, you look beautiful..." I felt strong arms around my waist.

"...But right now you look perfect."

Something about that moment felt right. It was flawless and peaceful. No judgements, no convictions. Maybe Harry's friends weren't that bad. Maybe this could go somewhere. Maybe-

BZZZZZ

"Shit." And as quickly as his hands were around me, they weren't anymore and the bliss was over. I returned to the sun as Zayn hunched over his phone. I'd never seen anything so beautiful. I hoped it would follow me home.

"Louis is about to come out. Hey, see you around?" I finally tore away from the sun and looked into Zayn's chocolate eyes. They seemed sincere enough, and that sparkle was back in full force. I couldn't help but smile. I nodded. As his majestic denim-clad figure walked off to meet Louis, I sighed dreamily and unlocked my car door.

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"So you add three to this side and three to the other side and divide the answers and you get your solution."

Harry blinked. We were at my house after school a week later. This math session was not going well. He closed his book in frustration and ran his hand through his messy curls. Every time he did that, I just thought about how smart Zayn was and how good smoking felt.

I just really wanna do that again.

"I miss a week of school and pre-calc turns into a different language. Cool." He stretched out on my living room couch.

"But add in how many times you've ditched school to smoke..." I added, looking up at him from my spot on the floor.

"...I can't count that high. Hah, high." He chuckled at his terrible joke and I slugged his arm. I debated asking him if he had anything. I eventually decided against it-I'm supposed to be helping him. So I sighed and continued nagging.

"Joking wont get you out of the test." I focused once again to my own book in my lap. "So for the next one, all you need to do is calculate the-" I felt a hand tussle my hair and I whipped my head around.

"Stop playing around Harry! You said you were serious!" I smacked him on the arm to emphasize my point. He put that arm around his head and sighed.

"Lets just take a small break, we've been at this for hours."

"No."

"Pweeesse, uptighty?" Oh God, again with the awful nicknames?

"Definitely not now that you called me that!" I heard another groan escape his lips. I closed my book in frustration and turned to face him. He blinked rapidly, unfazed, so I climbed on the couch on top of him and sat on his lap, arms folded.

"We. Need. To. Study." I looked deep into his enchanting green eyes, trying not to fall into them. His full mouth had this tendency to twitch when I annoyed him, and it was doing that now. He sat up, using his elbows to support himself.

"You haven't sat on me since freshman year. It must be serious. You can sit on my face if-"

"It is." I responded cooly, not trying to indulge into his little game. Inside, I craved him. And he knew this. Im terrible at hiding my feelings. I only hope he won't play that to his advantage. He fully sat up, so we were eye to eye, green and brown interlocking with each other. He softly spoke.

"I really am sorry for all I put you through, L. After everything, you've always been there for me." He brushed a hair from my face and I held my breath. "I appreciate all you do. I've missed you so much."

"And I've missed you." I replied

"I feel like I never got the chance to tell you..." I cut him off by meeting my lips with his. I leaned forward a little, my hands on his chest, pushing down. Thankfully, he kissed back with all the feeling and words we'd both been meaning to say and covey but couldn't quite get across. It was a slow and intimate passion, the way I always wanted to kiss him.