"I'd date a fan." » h.s.

15. Roll one, smoke one

Zayn's POV

Good thing we didn't have rehearsals today. We have a few days off before going back to work and performing again.

The boys and I, except for Louis (him being the only one who's dating as of the moment), were watching random shows on the TV just to get on with the day. But eventually getting really bored of just staring at the screen in front of me, I announced to the boys that I'd take a smoke at the rooftop for awhile, them asking if I wanted company, but I refused and immediately went out. It was late at night and besides, I wanted to be alone for a bit. Have some me time.

When I take a smoke though, I don't really want any non-smokers to get near me. Smoking is already a dangerous habit, and secondhand smoking doesn't make it any better.

Arriving at the rooftop I pulled out my pack and lit a cigarette.

Puffing smoke in the air, I notice an oddly familiar girl at the far end of the rooftop, also taking the cancerous stick in her mouth and letting out smoke. When I took a few steps closer, my eyes widen in awe.

Naomi.

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Naomi's POV

Bringing my red pouch with me to the rooftop, I finally pull out my Marlboro Menthol pack and slid out a cigarette, lighting it up. The last cigarette I took was the night I snuck out of our room when Phoebe was in deep sleep and ever since then, my body could just not function well without the smoke being puffed out of my mouth.

I have been smoking for four years now, finishing a 20-stick pack in less than three days, I guess you can call me a chain smoker.

Oh don't judge me. I've been through a lot back then. Like I said before, Don't judge a book by its cover.

Pulling me out of my thoughts, I felt a tap on my shoulder and was shocked to discover Zayn's face right in front of me, smoking a cigarette as well.

"Fancy seeing you here." He smirked at me.

"Oh fuck off." I retaliated.

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Zayn's POV

"Fancy seeing you here." I teased Naomi while puffing up smoke in her face.

She lighty coughed and scoffed at me. "Oh fuck off."

"But really, Rogers. I didn't expect you to be that kind of girl."

She clearly took offence of my small joke. "What the fuck? Who are you to judge me? You don't even know my story so stop saying shit." Her eyebrows creased in annoyance.

"Shit, I didn't mean it that way. I mean.. I was.." I took a deep breath and spoke up again. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you."

"Thanks. I'm just so tired of people judging me right away when they see a stick in between my teeth. It's not like I do it to just look cool." The annoyed girl huffed.

"I feel ya." I inhaled my cigarette once more then exhaled out the smoke, tilting my chin up a bit. "Yeah, I know this kills," I say while looking down at the stick. "But it's the only way I can vent out my stress to."

"I mean, it's like when I inhale through the filter, I also inhale all my problems, all those negative thoughts, words from people who I don't even know personally. But then when I exhale the smoke in the air, it serves as the 'letting go' of all the anger inside of me. The anger towards people who judge, people who hate."

She nodded in agreement and flicked her now-finished stick into eternity.

"But enough about me. Naomi, I really do want to know your story." I egged her on.