1D & 5sos One Shots

The Smoker [Ziall-AU]

Hey you guys I would just like to thoroughly apologize for being a faggot
I accidentally posted the first draft of this one shot instead of the finished copy so here's the finished one I'm sorry I suck.


~*a/n*~

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I got the idea for this one shot in health class today and then spent the rest of the period like plotting it out so sorry mr graver but you're not fun and I ignore you

~AshyLyn Xx




The Smoker [Ziall-AU]~


Niall had smoked since he was about fifteen and honestly, he wanted to quit. He really, truly did. He wanted to quit because his boyfriend, Zayn, thought it was disgusting and some days even refused to kiss him because his mouth tasted like tobacco. So Niall wanted to quit, but he just wouldn't.

He wasn't convinced he was harming his body in any way, plus why quit smoking if he liked it so much?

And so, as Niall stood outside of his apartment complex (because Zayn never let him smoke inside) smoking a cigarette he knew Zayn was going to kill him.

"Niall!"

There it is.

"You promised me you'd stop for at least this week!" Zayn cried, storming over to his boyfriend.

Niall just shrugged. He didn't even bother making an excuse for himself.

The dark haired boy snatched the cigarette out of his boyfriend's hand and stomped out with his Converse.

"You promised," he repeated.

"My cigarette!" exclaimed Niall, completely ignoring Zayn's accusations.

"Niall you ca-"

"Zayn, can't you just lay off of me for one day?! Jesus..."

Zayn shrank away at his boyfriend's harsh words. He should be used to it by now, though. Niall always got angry when you took away his smokes.

"That's it," Zayn grumbled, grabbing the tattoo-covered boy and throwing him over his shoulder to carry him up to their apartment.

Niall protested the entire way, hitting Zayn's back and yelling profanities at him.

Setting the blonde boy on the floor of their shared home, Zayn went straight for Niall's left pocket- where he always kept his open pack of cigarettes.

"Zayn- Zee, no!" Niall yelled reaching for his addiction. "Give 'em back!"

Niall was ignored as the dark haired boy ran for the kitchen dumping the smokes in the sink and turning the faucet on.

"ZAYN!" Niall screamed, outraged. The cigarettes were for sure ruined and totally useless now.

"Niall you have a problem-"

"I DO NOT!" His voice was harsh as he screamed and Zayn felt like crying. But he had done so much crying over this issue. He was hashtag Liam Payne done.

Now Zayn was just pissed off. He lifted his boyfriend off his feet once more and carried him to the bathroom this time.

The blonde boy struggled as he was sat down on the counter, next to the sink. He tore his limbs out of his boyfriend's grasp and tried to climb down from the counter, but Zayn had him pinned there.

"Ni, no- Niall! Niall quit. Just- just look here for a second!" Cried Zayn, grabbing Niall's hands, holding then in front of his face so the blonde boy could see his fingernails. "This," Zayn was taking about the tar that stained under Niall's nails, "is nasty,"

The tattooed boy had stopped struggling and was now just upset that his own boyfriend thought he was disgusting (because Niall felt that way about himself sometimes).

So Zayn cleaned Niall's fingers, and had him strip of all his clothes so they could be washed. Niall obliged, giving up his fight. He really did want to quit.

Zayn handed him a tooth brush with way too much toothpaste, and next a cup of mouthwash. After all of that the dark haired boy kissed Niall only of the very corner of his mouth and that's when Niall realized he had fucked up. Now all he wanted was to curl up and cry because he was just so ashamed. Zayn deserved so much better than him.

Zayn got the blonde boy a clean pair of boxers and pajama pants and then they were both ready for bed. Niall got under the covers and waited for his boyfriend to do the same on the right side of their bed and spoon him from behind, but instead all the Irish boy heard was the click of the lock on the door.

He quickly sat up, throwing the covers back. "Zayn?" Niall asked, trying to turn the doorknob. It was locked, of course. "Zayn!" Niall pounded against the locked door.

"Ni just- just go to bed," came Zayn's muffled voice.

"Baby what's going on?"

"How can I trust you not to sneak out in the middle of the night to go smoke more cigarettes?" Zayn asked.

"Oh, baby. Of course you can trust me. I prom-"

"Just like you promised to quit smoking? 23 times you promised me Niall. That's 23 promises broken,"

The blonde boy's heart sank down to his stomach. Zayn was right. He couldn't be trusted.

When Zayn began to hear his boyfriend's sobs from the other side of the door he decided it was time to sleep. The dark haired boy fell asleep on their couch at around 1:00 AM.



Niall awoke the next morning to find the bedroom door unlocked. However, Zayn was still sound asleep on the couch. The blonde figured his boyfriend must've unlocked the door before he went to bed last night.

The tattoo-covered boy took his time getting dressed and slipping Supras onto his feet. He then smoothed Zayn's hair back and placed a soft, loving kiss to his tan forehead. With that, Niall slipped out the door.

He knew exactly where he was going. It was only a ten minute walk down the block as he entered their good friend's Harry and Louis' building. Harry and Niall had met their boyfriend's, Louis and Zayn, when they came into the tattoo parlor. They were both there to get their first ever tattoos.

Zayn had to take his shirt off in order to be inked and it all escalated from there.

Niall rapped his knuckles on Lou and Harry's apartment door three times and then waited. It took about twenty seconds for the door to open to reveal a very tired Harry.

"Hey mate," Niall mumbled, walking in.

"What the fuck do you want?" Harry asked shutting the door.

"G'morning Nialler!" Louis called from the kitchen area. Unlike Harry, Louis' hair was brushed and he was fully dressed even though it wasn't even 8:00.

"I need some help..."

The next four hours were spent getting Niall cleaned up. Harry had special soap, toothpaste and shampoo from back when he quit smoking that was designed to get the smell and taste of cigarettes off of you. Harry also gave Niall some clean non-smoke-smelling clothes, and they sent him on his way.

Niall was really doing it this time, he was really going to quit.

He stuffed his hands in the pockets of Harry's coat and made his way back home. He couldn't wait for Zayn to find out.

Upon habit, he reached into his back left pocket for a pack of cigarettes. Finding it empty, he felt the sudden need for a drag.

Niall swallowed hard and ran his tongue across his dry lips, trying to ignore the need for one.

But he found he couldn't ignore it.

The only thing he could focus on was wanting another cigarette.

Niall decided he couldn't just cold turkey this, he was going to need help. He accepted he had an addiction. And he needed to quit for Zayn.

So he went into a gas station on the way home and didn't even look at the cigarettes behind the cashier while he bought four packs of gum.

He needed something else to do with his mouth besides smoking a cigarette. (Of course, he could kiss Zayn, but you can't kiss someone 24 hours a day 7 days a week. Well, you could, but that'd be ridiculous.)

Niall made his way back home, chewing his gum, and went up the stairs of the apartment complex, unlocked the door, and found Zayn watching a footie game on TV.

"Hey," the darker haired boy greeted him. "Where were you?"

"Harry and Louis'," Niall responded, setting his keys on the counter.

"Are you- are you wearing Harry's clothes?" Zayn asked his blonde boyfriend.

"Yup," he said, bending down and kissing Zayn right on the lips.

"Mm, babe, you smell good," Zayn complimented, gladly kissing him back.

"I know,"

"And you taste good," Zayn pressed soft, chaste pecks to the tattoo covered boy's lips.

"I know,"

"And you look good,"

"Do I feel good too?" Niall winked at his boyfriend.

"Definitely."

Zayn kissed his boyfriend for a while, enjoying the non-smoke taste he didn't usually get.

"So are you quitting for real now?" Zayn asked once he broke away.

Niall nodded, "It's gonna take a lot of work. But I want the best for you, and if that means me quitting, then I'll do it."

"I love you," Zayn pecked the bridge of the blonde's nose. "It's gonna be so worth it."

And it was worth it.

Zayn spent the next year and a half helping Niall get over his addiction. It wasn't easy. He enrolled Niall in an anonymous program and always jumped at the chance to buy him a new pack of gum or bag of suckers.

Niall's withdrawals were always bad, and he was very cranky. He was never happy or funny or in the mood or carefree, but just downright pissed at everything.

Slowly but surely, Niall didn't feel the need to pick up a cigarette and take a drag.

Niall thanked Zayn every day with an affectionate kiss on the forehead, the nose, and the lips. And he'd say 'thank you' before pressing a chaste kiss on his neck.

Zayn would say 'I love you', and Niall would say 'I love you too'.

The smokes were long gone along with Niall's addiction, and they lived smoke free lives.



a/n~

fucking ashlyn sends me this and goes

finish it

no bitch its your one shot

but I finished it anyway and the ending is gayer than harry styles ok bye

-ashtyn