"Wait a fucking second." I stared up at the man who had given me a box full of what I needed to pick up.
"What?" he gave me a hard stare.
"Malik, get your ass over here." I growled, getting my druggie to come help me out for a second.
He grumbled as he walked my way. He was still half asleep. Apparently they didn't go to sleep last night when I did, and so the boys were napping all day in the van.
"What?"
"What the fuck is this shit?" I opened the box up. He snooped his head around and gawked at the drugs.
"Well this," he pointed to one bag full of white powder.
"I know what cocaine is you asshole." I snarled. I wasn't a complete idiot. What I wanted to know was what the black gunk was.
"Is that-" he looked closer, "Brown?" he asked the man. He nodded with a smirk.
"Excuse me?" I grunted.
"Black tar heroin." Zayn whispered in my ear.
"Because regular heroin wasn't enough?" I whispered back to him angrily.
"Wow I love learning about drugs." Madeline rolls her eyes.
"This whole story is about drugs." My eyebrows crinkle together at her.
"I'm hearing a story of how you guys fell in love, right? So you're telling me you guys fell in love while delivering drugs for an old lady?" she scoffs.
"After the stuff we went through I had to have married one of those boys!" I laugh happily as I look up at my husband in adoration. "I'm glad it was you, too." I whisper.
"And you chose him?" Madeline scoffs again, "I would have loved to look like uncle-"
"Hush." I yell. "You're beautiful with both of our genes so don't push it."
"Whatever." She rolls her eyes.
"I was hoping we were getting some good old fashioned cannabis damnit. Where's the fucking pot?" I exclaimed louder than I should have.
"We're in here with drugs more illegal than weed?" Niall whispered to the others in the van.
"Sierra Mist!" Harry called for me. I stuck my hand in the trunk with my middle finger up. I hated that nickname.
The man looked at me with anger in his eyes. I could tell his blood was boiling the bitchier I was acting. I didn't care though. "You want weed?"
"It's preferable." I frowned, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Because you're here for Marie, I'll get you a little something for the trip. Come inside." He urged me to follow him. I made Zayn shut the trunk and follow me incase, I don't know, the sketchy drug seller tries to kill me or something.
We entered with caution. Zayn squeezed my side softly to remind me he was there. He was probably used to places like this mans dark home.
"How does Marie pull this shit off? Being in a nursing home and all?" I started slight conversation.
"She has a daughter who usually comes for her. They're great sales for me, I just love them." He chuckled lowly, "She's old but bold damnit." another deep chuckle escaped his lips.
I smiled at him and leaned closer to Zayn. I wasn't too scared of him, he was actually very nice when I wasn't cursing at him as I freaked out. I just didn't want to let my guard down.
"You sure she's already paid you? I wouldn't want to leave with all your sales man." Zayn asked worriedly.
"Yeah I got it all yesterday." The man finally slid his sunglasses off of his face and on his bald head. He had a scar running under his right eye.
I cringed unexpectedly. "What happened?" I asked.
"Sierra." Zayn pinched my side again, harshly this time.
The man bellowed lowly, "Eh, it's fine." He smiled at Zayn, "I got in a fight with a man at a bar. Cut my face right open."
"It's cool looking." I nodded, smirking widely. He finally stopped and rustled through some things before holding up a bag for us.
"This good?" he asked. Zayn's eyes lit up at the same time as mine. I couldn't even speak, only nod. "Here's a spare pipe." He handed one to Zayn. "Hand blown." He nodded proudly.
We thanked the man before exiting. "I left the list of drop off's in the bottom of the box." He announced before we exited his door.
"See ya." I waved to him. He was a pretty cool guy.
Zayn was still close to me as we walked. In fact, his arm was wrapped behind my back and his hand lifted my tank top the slightest bit so his hands could hold my waist properly.
He rubbed my skin with his fingers softly as we made our way back. I think the fact that we had just gotten free weed was giving us some sort of connection.
"Promise to smoke a bowl with me when we get to the hotel?" I gazed at the huge bag.
"How could I say no?" he warmly chuckled, his eyes still as bright as before.
He let go of my side as he opened the trunk to put it inside the box with the rest of the shit. "You guys look happy as fuck." Harry grumbled in an annoyed tone.
"Shut up." I started the van so we could leave.
"Make me."
"It's going to hurt real bad when my foot is up your ass." I turned to him quickly. If there was one thing I hated, it was when people commented on my mood. I didn't care if I was the happiest person in the world- whenever someone noticed I got paranoid.
"There's a 50/50 chance he'll like it." Louis laughed.
"We all know you do." I smirked.
"Fuck you Sierra."
"Are you sure?" I teased him. It shut him up quickly.
The four in the back talked quietly for a long time. It was annoying to hear their whispers, and before I could yell at them for it, they started talking at a normal volume again. "Hey Sierra."
"Hey Liam." My voice was whimsical, but also mocking.
"I love you."
"That's disgusting." My voice stayed monotone, "You're not very funny and whatever you were trying to achieve has unfortunately not been achieved. Unsurprisingly."
He laughed loudly with the other before tapping my shoulder. "But really, I'd love for you to sit on my face." You could hear him forcing back laughs.
"Maybe if you stopped cracking jokes, wise guy. Then we'll talk." I shrugged, at this point still not moving my head. I hadn't turned my head away from the road to acknowledge them one bit.
"I was joking." All five of them bursted into laughter, clearly mocking me.
"I wasn't." A smirk played across my lips, and immediately the other 4 went 'ooooh' to Liam, shaking his shoulders violently and messing up his hair.
That got them to shut up.
