Divided

"Club decent"

Hey guys, it's summer and usually that means writers write a lot more since they're not in school but it's been a crazy summer for me so I haven't been active. Hope you all understand and enjoy. 

I awake with a groan and roll over on my side and bury my head in the pillow. A knock on my door startles me as I lift my head and turn it towards the door.

"Come in," I mumble groggily. The door opens to reveal Harry standing there in a pair of jeans, boots, and his signature white tee shirt that you could faintly see his tattooed chest and abdomen through.

"We're going out tonight and you're coming with, wear something club decent."

"Club decent?"

"Something sexy."

"I don't own anything sexy," I say visibly uncomfortable.

"Check the left side, back of the closet. You'll find something."

"Okay," I say softly. Harry's eyes continue to rake up and down my body before I cough causing his eyes to find mine.

"Be ready by seven." And with that, he slams the door closed. I roll over and grab my phone from the bedside table and click it on, 4:12 p.m. How did I manage to sleep all day? Groaning, I step out of bed and head to the bathroom. After I do my business and brush my teeth, I head back into my room to get ready. I begin with my makeup, staying simple. I apply my primer, foundation I surprisingly found in my color, concealer, contour and powders before I start on my brows and eyes. After I finish I go ahead and begin straightening my hair. Once that's complete, I slip in a pair of earrings and begin rummaging through my closet.

Since I'm so used to wearing jeans and a tee shirt I avoid half of the clothing items in the closet until I find a cute skirt and somewhat matching shirt. I slip on a pair of boots and fluff my hair looking in the full body mirror, not too bad.

After tidying my room and making sure the flat iron was turned off, I grab my phone and head for the door. Walking down the stairs I see Liam and Niall sitting on the couch smoking an odd looking cigarette.

"Ugh, that smells like a skunk. What kind of cigarette is that?" I ask in disgust.

"It's weed, babe. Not a cigarette," Niall says laughing.

"Wanna try it?" Liam asks holding out the 'weed' stick.

"What's it do?"

"This strand makes you really relaxed and really hungry, basically," he tells me and I contemplate it. What's it gonna hurt? I walk over and sit on the couch opposite of Niall as Liam hands me the rolled 'weed'.

"What even is weed?"

"A plant."

"Like lavender?"

"No like a drug. These here are called joints." Niall says.

"Oh," I say, my mouth forming into an 'o'. Liam holds the 'joint' out to me and I wrap my lips around it. I take a big breath in and pull away as I start coughing.

"Oh come on, you gotta take a larger hit than that," Liam says. After my coughing fit seizes I take another hit of the rolled up drug, this time longer and harder. This only causes me to cough even more which results in my eyes watering.

"What the fuck is going on?" Harry's voice booms into the living room. I jump back and stare up at him with large eyes.

"I'm smoking weed," I tell him with a straight face as the tears cloud my vision. He seems taken back by my sentence and then glares at me.