Lighters & Cigarette // Zayn Malik

CHAPTER: 12

Lighters & Cigarette

It nice when you get back with people you enjoy having around.

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.

Kyra Benson

The pressure is breathtaking, she's suffocating....

Waking up to the smell of rain was quiet pleasant but it was the phone that always had to ruin things.

"Ello" he speaks into the phone. His voice raspy and beautiful. turns out it's not even his phone. but mine. and i don't really mind. I mean, duty calls would have started from dawn, and they won't be just one person.

"Yeah. Mmhmm ....yeah. Sure sweety. I'll let her know." He says and I'm curious to know who's on the other end. "No no no. She hasn't forgotten. We were just talking about that...yeah. Okay take care."

Pouring the tea into the mugs I hold my cigarette between my teeth and carry both the mugs to the center of the living room.

Handing one of the mugs over to him "so....?" I ask and he looks up at me

"Who is Hannah? and why did you forget her birthday?" he asks and i face palm myself for being so careless.

"fuck" i say as i hold out my hand, offering him to get up and we both settle down on the comfy couch. "i did the same to her last year. she'll never forgive me."

"aww don't sweat it" he says rubbing my knee that rested in his lap and i winches a little, he was invading my personal space. but we both ignored it "now. who is she? she sounded very young"

"she's my sister. her names Hannah and it was her 8th birthday party last week. that's why Rachel has been calling me. i swear that b**** is such a pain in the ass....even when she's telling the truth, it sounds like a lie" i say as i take a sip of the liquid and feeling the warmth travel down my throat.

"i guess you're not on the best of terms with your mother. right? She is your mother?" he asks and i nod.

a ray of sunshine had managed to enter through the window, it reflected on the mirror in front of us and hit him straight in the eye. the brown took over the dark, and it was the most beautiful thing i had ever seen. his iris was increasing and his pupil decreasing as he sat there, in mere silence of the air washing in and out of our systems.

"would you like to come with me to the party? They have a birthday party and a week later a grand family dinner." i ask him out of the blues, i had no control over my own words. it was as if the walls i had made around me, were damaged. they were falling a part,some part of me was relieved to finally breath, but a bigger part of me wanted to scream at the familiar foreign world i was about to step out in. I was afraid that when my walls crumbled, they'll bring the roof down with them, and I won't have any place to run.

My phone rings again and I excuse my self, stepping out in to the balcony.

"Go Alfie" I say putting on my serious voice.

"We are in some deep deep shit. You hear me. DEEP" he quietly yells "remember that deal we had with the baldy downtown. Last month. He is on to us."

"What shit did they pull this time?" I ask him, clearly annoyed by the reminder of the Baldy's annoying laugh.

"Apparently one of his men got his hand on the chip before it could be delivered. He wants us to buy it again. Mr. Richards, however, wants him dead. Meet them at the barn house on route 32. tomorrow" Alfie explains further.