Lighters & Cigarette // Zayn Malik

CHAPTER: 9

Lighters & Cigarette

:) the multimedia matters.

Warning: This book contains swearing the amount of water in the sea and you might come across some naughty stuff. some text may seem familiar, No Copyright Intended.

Kyra Benson

There is nothing more to life than a little death....

people die every day, and soon the living forget them. but its not about the years you've lived. its about the lives you touched and the people you inspires. i wish i could be someones inspiration, but what then? they will pick me up only to throw me away further.

we danced and we drank, we smoked and we showed the world we were invincible. the night was perfect. we drank our pain away and that is all that matters.

i can scenes its morning, but my eye lids are to heavy with sleep to be lifted. the atmosphere is cold and it brings goose bumps to my bare skin. i bring my arms higher, just enough to have them in front of my face as i breath on to my hands.

i let out a loud huff of air as the existence of another life, comes to my knowledge. its a he i know by the way we lay together. my back against his chest and surely i don't feel any boobs. plus i'm straight, dude. i won't ever let anything else happen, even if i'm drunk.

he pulls me in closer to him and it nothing like anything i have ever been a part of, there was a scenes of protection in his touch. his arm curls it self around me, as his hand lands on mine and my breath absorbs into his pores.

the warm wafts of air on my neck are comforting, as they trail down my spin and absorb themselves in to my skin.

my eyes never open until i wake back up. I'm not sure if it was just a minute of sleep or a few hours but i don't really care. i shift my posture and turn towards the figure that acted dead beside me. burring my face in the covers against his chest as he wraps his arms around me, i breath out

if you are calling me a whore, I'm okay with that. your words don't bother me no more. so shut your fucking shit hole and go fuck yourself.

"are you up?" i ask as he begins with his position changes to find comfort.

"mm-hm" he mumbles but, his voice gives away the fact that sleep still lingers around him. i rise from my pillow, so slow that the fits of the hungover don't hurt, but the car honks don't really don't help with the situation.

the sheets still covering me, but not well enough. i breath in the moist air, hold it for a second too long and then exhale. i pick up the box of cigarettes that rested beside my feet. i lite it up and take a drag. the puff of smoke releases my lips and blends with the air.

ring

ring

ring...

it began with the vibration and turned into the most annoying sound i've ever heard. my phone rings and at this shitty time of the morning only fucktards call me.

"ugh...." i say not even bothering to look for the little motherfucking phone.

he shifts behind me, i can feel him hold his body up on his elbow as his hand pats around the mattress looking for it.

i place the little butt of the cigarette between my teeth and turn around, ready to find it my self because his searching techniques were annoying.

we lift up the quilt together as we feel our way around, our hands casually making contact every now and then making my skin burn with a feeling foreign to my very soul, yet very inviting. no eye contact made yet but i can make out his perfectly toned abs from the little information my peripheral vision gave.