HIGH

Chapter 13 Lies

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Zayn had threatened to carry me over his shoulder like he did the day before if I didn't listen to him. While in the elevator and the walk to the car, he had held my hand in attempt to make us look normal. People knew he was. You could see their faces drain in color and their pace would quicken. Zayn took no notice to this. He was busy scowling at the ground.

I didn't want to hold his hand. He would either hold it too tightly or too loose. His hand was sweaty, he was definitely uncomfortable. I was too but at least I knew how to correctly hold someone's hand. It then occurred to me Zayn wasn't into stuff like that. I liked it better when he held my elbow. The embarrassment was unbearable while having his hand clutching mine.

"I probably shouldn't have made you wear that." Zayn said as he started the car. I buckled my seatbelt then looked over at him awaiting his reasoning.

"Niall said some of the other girls might be going. They won't be as dressed up."

"Wait, Niall's there?"

Zayn nodded. He pulled out of the parking spot swiftly, almost hitting another car in the process.

"So we're late? Even though you told me we had to be on time?"

"Babe, I'm never on time." He stated.

I felt the familiar crawling in my skin. I didn't like when he called me it.

"Is this like a party?" I wonder aloud. Zayn let out an irritated sigh.

"It's a meeting but you're seeing some of the other guys. You'll be with me the whole time."

"I don't want to meet any of them. I already met Niall and the other two."

"They're different. And you didn't meet Louis." He reminded me. Louis was the one who had skipped the previous gathering for his girlfriend.

"Why are they different? You're all in a gang, how many do I have to meet?"

"As many as I say!" He snapped. I flinched at his sudden change in tone. I mumbled a sorry and looked out the windshield.

"I have to go tonight. They want to meet you." He said in a softer way. There again with the mood swings.

"Why do they want to meet me?"

"Because Alec said they had to."

We rolled to a stop as the light turned red. Zayn reached across the console and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He plucked one out and placed between his lips.

"Can you get me the lighter?" He motioned to the little silver rectangle in the cup holder. I handed it to him. Our fingers brushed lightly. Zayn and I both snapped our hands back in embarrassment. His cheeks turned a light pink and I knew mine had done the same. I didn't like the sudden rush I got when he touched me.

"Do you have to do that here?" I groaned as he flicked the lighter on. The cigarette bobbed up and down in his mouth while he tried getting the flame to catch. His hands were cupped around the lighter. I've never seen him so gentle.

"Old habits die hard, babe." He smirked. Zayn set the lighter back down and let out a puff of smoke. I coughed.

"Don't call me babe."

"I can call you whatever I want, babe." He let out another cloud, this time aimed for my face. I coughed again and tried blowing away the smoke with my hands. I hated the smell. It made me gag.