Luciana// Zayn Malik

[13. Friday night; party time]

Listen to the song while reading the chapter because it really goes with everyone doing drugs, partying, drinking and fucking.

[Harry]

The sound of Luciana sucking of the smoke from the bong makes me look away from my phone and grab the bong from her.

Her eyes are hung so low that you would think she has them closed. I open up the grinder and put more weed in the bowl and take a hit from the bong.

As the milky smoke fills up the glass bong I feel someone touch me. I suck up the smoke and hold it in and nearly cough out my heart doing that. I look up and I see Luciana's cousin Cynthia. She gives me a side smile and then a small wink. I smile back just to be friendly and then pass the bong to Niall.

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[Zayn]

"What do you think of Luciana, Mijo?" Luciana's dad, Raúl asks me as he sits by the fire drinking a beer.

"She's a lovely girl and has a lot of potential to be an amazing singer." I tell him honestly.

"She's my pride and joy. Mi pequeña rosa." He tells me and then takes another swing of his beer.

"My little rose." He translates for me and then gets up and goes inside the house.

I sit there looking at the fire and the sound of music fills my ears and children screaming playfully shows me that this is what I want. I want Presley to be happy and I want to be happy and I'm happy with Luciana. She's going to be 18 Monday so why wait anymore.

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[Luciana]

"Happy birthday dear Luciana! Happy birthday to you!" Everyone signs out and I have the biggest smile on my face that my cheeks hurt. I lean over the cake and look at the candles and look at everyone and my eyes catch another pair. Zayn.

I blow out the candles and everyone claps. As soon as I blow out the candles my face is being pushed into the cake. I should've known with this family.

I wipe off the frosting and lick it up with my fingers but as I'm doing that I'm being pulled somewhere. I hear a creaky door open and my shoes are walking on hardwood floors. I'm in the ranch.

"Here's a wet washcloth." Zayn says and I wipe off the frosting making sure to not wipe off my makeup. I can see clearly again and there is Zayn stood up against the sink looking at me.

"I know you're birthday is Monday but happy birthday anyway." He says and pulls out a flash drive from his back pocket.

"What is it?" I ask him as he gives it to me.

"It's my full album along with a couple more songs and covers I did." He tells me and I big smile comes on my face.

"Oh my god! I'm going to listen to it right now." I say and go to the living room and grab my laptop and turn it on and plug in the flash drive.

I click on a random song that reads, LIKE I WOULD.

Zayn's voice comes through the speakers along with a beat. I sit there and listen to the song and with me being high I'm listening to every word, every syllable, trying to get the whole feel of the song.

He won't touch you like I would. He won't love you like I would. He don't know your body. He won't do you right. He won't love you like I would.

I skip through the song and go to another one and this one is called PILLOWTALK.

His voice echos in my ears and I can't get enough of it. Is so clear and angelic and those notes he hits has me in shock.