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11: blowback

Age 15

Harry closed his bedroom door behind him and locked it before turning back to see Zayn sitting cross legged on his bed.

He grinned and plopped down next to him. "What'd you want me to come over for?" Zayn asked.

"Do I really need a reason why?" Harry asked as he pulled his backpack from the floor and onto his lap then unzipped the small pocket on its side.

"No, but you've only been hanging out with Louis and I just thought.. ya know." Zayn shrugged and stared down at his hands that sat on his lap.

Harry reached toward Zayn and cupped his face with both hands. "Look at me," he said softly. Zayn slowly lifted his head and turned it to look at Harry who stared at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"No one can replace you, Zaynie," he paused and licked his lips. "No one else can be my best friend but you. You're mine, okay?"

Zayn bit down on his bottom lip to keep himself from smiling, his cheeks burning to a soft pink blush.

"You understand?" Harry squeezed Zayn's cheeks between his thumb and index finger. "It can only be you."

And with that, Harry let go of Zayn's face and continued to search the side pocket of his backpack.

He pulled out a bright blue lighter and handed it to Zayn. "Hold that for me." He pulled out a small Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles themed tin box.

"What's it for?" Zayn asked.

"You'll see." Harry grinned as he placed his backpack next to him and opened the tin box to reveal a nicely wrapped joint.

"Is that what I think it is?" Zayn's voice was quiet, barely audible to even Harry who sat right next to him.

"It is," Harry stated, "I wanna smoke it with you."

"I'm not smoking that, Harry. Plus your mom's gonna be home in like three hours, the hell are you gonna do 'bout the smell?"

"I'll open my window and spray Febreze." Harry shrugged.

"I can't go home smelling like that." Zayn shook his head and placed the lighter in the small tin box. "I'm gonna go home."

Just before Zayn could fully stand up, Harry had a firm grip on his elbow. "C'mon, Zaynie. I tried it with Louis and it was so good."

Zayn stared at him, his eyes narrowed and eyebrows knitted together in a straight line. "I'm not doing it."

"You can borrow my clothes since that's what you're worried about." Harry picked up the lighter and closed the tin box.

"How do you even know what's in that? What if it's like.. I don't know, spiked?"

"I got it from Louis for my birthday. He wouldn't do that," Harry replied. Frustration was slowly taking over Harry. "I wanna do it with you, no one else."

"But you already did it with Louis."

"Look, how 'bout a blowback? That way you won't have to actually smoke it," Harry suggested.

Harry should've known that Zayn wouldn't give into it so easily, but he truly wanted Zayn's first experience to be with him and no one else. "Is that why you wanted me to come? To smoke?" Zayn asked.

Harry nodded and smiled.

"Fine." Zayn stood and walked over to the window just above Harry's desk and opened it.

The bedroom was lit up by the warm rays of the sun, making everything appear golden and yellow. He watched Zayn sit back down next to him and turn to him. "So how does it work?"

"Well, when I first did it.. Louis blowed the smoke back into my face. But he said it's better to blow it back in your mouth."

"Then blow it back in my mouth." Zayn watched Harry nod and shakily light the joint with the bright blue lighter.

"Make sure you inhale it when I exhale, okay?" Zayn nodded and moved scooted closer to Harry until their knees were pressed against each other.

Harry placed the joint between his lips and took a long drag, just a few seconds long before he pulled it out of his mouth and slowly handed it to Zayn. "That fucking stinks, man."

Harry just grinned and pulled Zayn's face toward his, he cupped his hands around his and Zayn's mouth area. When he exhaled, he heard Zayn inhale deeply, causing him to cough loudly.

A grin spread across Harry's face when he saw the strained smile on Zayn's face and his eyes began to water. "Kinda cool, right?"

"Cool my ass, I almost died."

Zayn watched Harry take another long drag, his eyes closing tightly and a deep sigh leaving him as he exhaled the smoke.

He bit down on his lip and hesitantly asked, "Can I try?" Harry nodded and handed the joint back to Zayn.

He watched the way Zayn's lips trembled as he wrapped his lips around the joint, his eyes closing as he took a drag that lasted just as long as Harry's.

When he opened his eyes again, he placed his hand on the back of Harry's neck and pulled Harry closer to his face. "Z-Zayn?" Harry whispered.

It took Harry a mere moment to realize what was happening. Zayn was close to him, so close that their lips nearly grazed against each other.

He felt Zayn's fingers tangle into his hair and then the warmth of Zayn's breath as he exhaled into Harry's mouth.

Harry closed his eyes and inhaled. He wished, only for a second, that he could lean forward and feel the softness of Zayn's lips. The thought left as quickly as it came, it was almost as if he had never thought of it.

The wings of a butterfly brushed against the edges of his stomach, his heart thumping harder and harder. He wondered if Zayn could hear the sound of his heart, if he could hear just how loud it beat for him.

He heard Zayn giggle and his eyes fluttered open. "Better than Louis' blowback, huh?" Zayn asked.

He watched Zayn take another drag and then move even closer than before. The tips of their noses brushed against each other and Harry wanted more.

But for now, this was enough.

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I had to do some research on weed smh, I hope this was ok. :) thank u for reading.