Can't Get Enough

11.

11.

"When I told you that you could have the spare key, I didn't mean come to school and make out with me in the parking lot. Does Perrie mean anything to you?!"

Okay, maybe I was being a little harsh. There's fault on me for giving Zayn this freedom with my car and sneaking around for sessions, but his was in the shop, and I constantly felt the need to take a load off. Like right now, I can't help but think about how soft and perfect his lips were, and how amazing that kiss was. Zayn just shrugged.

"I'm not afraid anymore." His eyes were bloodshot red and with a small sniff, I could smell at least three joints on him.

"Okay, maybe I should take you home."

"I'm fine!" He said loudly. His appearance changed rapidly. He hasn't shaved for a few days, and usually that was attractive, but paired with a cutoff denim best and black skinny jeans, mixed with a load of marijuana...well, it only works if you're high also.

"Zayn, I'm going to take you home now." I said calmly into his brown and red eyes.

"I don't need you to do shit for me!" He was yelling now, and the students leaving school started to stare. I sighed, I didn't want this to turn into a scene.

"Zayn, you need to stop this." I said, raising my voice.

"I need to see Harry! I'm gonna tell him the truth! Where is Harry?! Harry!" He started to leave, but I pushed my palm into his chest with intentions of stopping him, but I only slowed him down. So I kneed his balls and winced as he cried out and instinctively covered his pants.

"Fuck you!" He grunted

"Give me your weed, Zayn."

"No!"

"Zayn, you need to stop. This is ruining you."

"I'm fine!!"

He struggled back up and warily looked me in the eye.

"You're a better person when you're high." He stated.

I had no choice left but to push him against my car and search for it myself. I fished in his pants pockets and my finger enclosed around familiar cylinders and I ripped them from his pockets before he could say anything. I held them out of reach as he desperately tried to grab them from me.

"Those are mine!" I felt strong arms enclose around my body and lift me in attempt to grab them from me.

"The hell is going on here?"

We both whipped up our heads up and saw a mass of curls hiding a very surprised Harry standing there.

Why doesn't this shit only happen in movies?!

"L, what's in your hand?" He spoke very slowly, trying to process what this looked like.

"Yeah, okay, this looks very bad, I know. However-"

"However I used the spare key she gave me to pick her up and we're going to get fucked up like we do everyday." Zayn held me tighter and smirked at Harry.

I felt my heart stop. And time slowed down to almost nothing.

"So you lied to me?" A quiet voice said after some time.

"Damn straight. The night you fucked her? We smoked hours later." Zayn's eyes were joyful and amused now.

"Zayn stop it, take your stupid weed!"

"So now I can have it? Because your boyfriend is here? I'm done hiding us, Leila! Tell him! Tell him you love me!"

This was not happening. I looked to my source of security.