Lighters & Cigarette // Zayn Malik

CHAPTER: 11

Lighters & Cigarette

wouldn't it be nice if i could go a day without this sucky life. but i guess this too shall pass.

#stayingstrong

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.

Zayn Malik

she and i, we weren't perfect. we were just right.......

she was far from ordinary and that was what lead to the unexpected turn of events. the smirk on her face lifts up the butterflies in my stomach and i can't help but smile as i answer

"zayn malik. very nice to meet you"

"same ere, now please Mr. Malik i require your assistance, would it be any trouble if i wished for a hand with that passage to the tunnel over there?" she speaks and i require assistance understanding that.

"do you mean, you want me to open the front door so you can step into the lobby?" i say

after a fit of beautiful laughter she nods her head "yes". the sun went down as the boxes moved onto the pavement out side the building.

"here" she says handing over the keys to the women under wrinkles. "have yourself a volcano."

the lady gave her an annoyed look and Kyra made a face before she turned towards me and so began our journey towards the ends of this earth because its been so long and haven't seen one single sign of life roaming around.

"where is it?" i finally ask breaking the groans and annoyed huffs of air coming form across me. because Kyra was having trouble reading a fucking map.

"um....uh...take the next right. i guess." she says annoyed

"you guess?" i say, with a little too much attitude in my words "the fuck is wrong. can't you read a stupid map"

"the fuck. i can. but not when it is in fucking Swedish. that's to your retarded-ness" not looking up from the paper, she said "gawwwd. what the actual fuck"

"ugh" i exhale. a few seconds later, we both reach towards the box placed beside the gear, at the same time.

"i...uh.." i say and she settles back. "light one for me?" i say and she reaches for the box again.

"sure" she says pulling out a cigarette from the box and placing it between her lips. she saves the flames form the lighter, protecting them from the wind. once its lit she takes a puff just to make sure it won't blow out.

a gentle hold on the small tube, she hands it over to me. her lips from a perfect stamp over the butt if the lit up tube. my hands never left the wheel. as she neatly placed it between my lips.

the taste of her mouth lingers on my lips and i can't help but fall deeper for the fading sweetness of her lips.

"where is it?" she speaks into the phone. and i guess its Ronnie on the other end. "no, we're here...what? 15? where in the wrong street.....no....where?.....next to the blue one. yeah. OK. alright"

she hangs up and turns towards me. "she says its the next street." she explains

and I'm already out and into the next one. "where to?" i ask. and she says "the building next to the blue one. yeah that's it right there"

"wait a minute" i say as realization hit me. "I've been here before. ugh fuck, what the hell. we drove aimlessly for hours. for this. come on, its so fucking annoying" hitting the wheel a few times as i curse towards the building. It was getting dark, a small streak of color was drawn across the sky, as mesmerizing as it was there was just one person who could make me look away.