Just Haven't Met You Yet

Chapter 8: Ganja & 50 Cent

Niall’s POV

“Eyez feelz dizzy alzready Zin, straight to ze headz.” I stuttered before I broke out into fits of laughter, not long after I began frantically coughing on the thick smoke that congested the air.

“Iz cool, iz cool man, iz cool, hey, hey, hey how diz all diz smoke getz in heres?” Zayn questioned before he powerfully sucked in the last remnants of his joint, and doubled up in hysterics, his contagious laugh over powering the blasting song that was Candy Shop by 50 Cent.

“I dun dun dun know, diz you fart Neil?! Whaz you eating man, yours fart iz visible.” I chuckled as I threw my beer back and stuck my hands in the air silently raving to myself.

“Who, whoz, Neil? Youz Neil? Stop talking to yourself, no I fink we actually floating, iz we in clouds?!” Zayn chuckled before he threw his joint to the floor and promptly jumped up and began hip thrusting to the song, and not long after I wasn’t reluctant to join in.

“I’ll take yous to ze candy shop, DOO DOO DOO DOOOO.” We both screamed as we leaped on the bunk beds, and hopped from bed to bed.

“Ooo, look, look, Zin, Zin!!” I giggled, as I began to hang upside down on the ladder of the bunk bed.

Zayn fell off the bed clinging on to the sheet covering the mattress as he bawled with laughter, and our heads snapped towards the door has it abruptly swung open, Harry and Louis following in behind it.

Zayn and I exchanged looks and I wiggled my eyebrows, before we immediately began mischievously tittering to ourselves, Louis stomped into the room with his jaw dropped slightly and his eyes popped wide open, Harry stood beside him throttling on his laughter and the smoke filled air.

“LOUUEHH, HARREEEH!” Zayn yelped as he waved rapidly causing him to fall sharply to the floor.

“What the fuck?!” Louis barked as he slammed the door behind them and his eyes met ours, they fell down into slits and his eyebrows crumpled, I swear to god I could see steam following through his ears.

“I could smell that stuff from a million miles away, what the flipping flip is going on here?” He barked once more.

I snorted before I spoke, “Zin’s friend gives us some ganja.” I giggled and placed my index finger over my lips. “Shh do it’s a secret.” Zayn nodded.

“Guys!! Do you not know how much trouble we could get for this?! Bloody hell, I knew I couldn’t trust you two together.” Louis cried out whilst he plodded over towards the iPod stereo and hauled the iPod out.

“Harry get the window.” Louis stated as he pointed towards the window, Harry nodded biting his lip obviously attempting to hide his smirk; he dashed towards the window and opened it wide, the smoke creating an illusion as it rushed into the freezing fresh air.

“Get down from there.” Louis bellowed whilst he dragged Zayn down by his collar and on to the floor.

“Loueh, why you angry?” Zayn pouted as he grabbed another joint from his pocket and began to light it up.

“No, Zayn, enough of that,” Louis roared once more and grabbed the joint from in between his fingertips, Zayn pulled a face and crossed his arms.

“We have to talk to Simon in less than forty five minutes and you two are acting like this is all a joke. And not even that, we’re on the live shows now, we’ve come this far and I’m certainly not willing to give this up because a couple of idiots decided to try some weed.” Louis was quickly interrupted by Harry.

“Chill Lou, its fine, I got this.” Harry commented calmly whilst he pulled Zayn up under his armpits and dragged him towards the bathroom.

 “We just clean them up to get rid of the smell and force water and bread down their throats and hopefully they’ll sober up a tad.” Harry acknowledged.