~Zayn's POV~
I stumble across the streets of London with Danny and Lance. It's three o'clock in the morning and every time my sober self creeps up on me I take another swing of Bourbon. Lance and Danny won't stop mentioning some big party being thrown, but I don't want to go and smoke weed with random people like I used to.
Lance keeps offering me his joint and every time I take a drag of my cigarette and blow it all in his face. No matter how rock bottom I hit tonight I'm not getting high.
A couple of girls pass by us and we all whistle seductively and make sex jokes. They flirtatiously look at us back or roll their eyes. But I always push to catch their attention.
It's been like this since three days ago, when I broke up with her.
I really fucking fucked up and it's driving me crazy. I didn't want to break up with her. I was completely out of my mind and stressed that I couldn't do anything about her injury.
I will never look at a girl remotely close to the way I look at Mason. Not like I wanted to fuck the shit out of her. But just to see the way her hair falls down past her shoulders. Or to watch her whine about the way I mix cookie batter. To see her dance in her panties to All Time Low through the window. To see her dimples and holy shit those dimples always get to me.
Our relationship was the flowers in my yard that made me a gardener. Before her I was just a man who couldn't get
flowers to grow, or even stay alive. She was the seeds that started something beautiful in my garden that everyone wanted. She validated my title as a real boyfriend. And I cut all of the flowers down.
I shrug and take another swing of Bourbon.
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~Mason Nicole's POV~
Ellie forces me to get out of my house and go see the movie Neighbors with her, Ana, and Rose. I make them all walk slower for me since I'm completely crippled with my crutches. I've been texting Niall since the thing that happened with us. We haven't really mentioned it, but he knows I haven't told anyone.
I don't think I have feelings for him. I was just eight different types of emotional and I just needed something good. And Niall always keeps me in a good mood.
"Is it just me or does everyone know you're single?" Rose looks around.
"Considering I'm in crutches I'm going to get stared at." I remark.
The guy gives us our tickets and then points to the theatre we'll be in then locks eyes with me.
"Mason stop dragging attention to yourself." Ana rolls her eyes.
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~Zayn's POV~
"At least let us hotbox." Lance says to me.
"Fine." After an hour of asking to do activities involving weed. "Let's go find Danny's car then." I wobble and turn around walking back.
"Pass over the bottle Zayn." Danny smirks, he can barely maintain a normal pace.
"Hey where the fuck is Anthony?" Lance furrows his eyebrows.
"Bitch is doing homework, fucking scholar." Danny yells the last part.
"Nice." I pop open the back door of the car.
"Let's get this shit started." Lance rolls the joints and I light my cigarette.
"Good thing I always keep a pack of cigarettes for myself in your car." I say to Danny. I take a long drag then blow it all out. Shit I crave the feeling of the the way the smoke hits the bottom of my lungs. Pure fucking amusement.
"Zayn drop the cigarette. Take some of this shit." Danny tries to hand me a joint.
"Danny fuck that. Don't you remember my mood swings?" I sit up.
"Hell yea but this is good shit. This is the shit I gave you the first six months you ever hit a joint."
"Fine." I take the blunt and take in the smoke then let it fill the car. I giggle a little and Danny laughs at me. "Shut up." I grin.
"How you feeling Zayn?"
"Hm?" I smile then take another hit. "Fucking fantastic."
"One hit and you're already baked."
"That's cause my tolerance level." I try to sound smart. "Hey where's the bottle? Hand that shit to me."
I take fifty more swings and a whole bunch of hits and I honestly feel pretty fucking great. The car is full of smoke and I mess with it trying to move it away. I roll myself a blunt then light it up.
"Fuck it I'm done with cigarettes for now. Being a stoner seems fun." I toss the cigarette pack to the floor of his car.
"Zayn I could hook you up with those vapor pens but with weed." Lance says.
"I don't feel like making life decisions when I'm not sober. I'm already trying to quit cigarettes." I think out loud. "Well I was."
"Don't get all soft on us. You're usually the life of these plans." Lance hands me another blunt.
My heart drops when I see Mason with her friends laughing and joking around. She's happy and I'm happy right now too. I need something that made me happy without her.
"Hey let's go to Kid's party you were talking about." I smile.
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A/N- sorry if this chapter seems short or kind of all over the place that's my bad. Gaahh uhhmmm I actually don't have anything to say ahaha. Doubt forget to vote, comment, and share if you liked it. Thanks for reading!(:
~LarrysAngels xx
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FanfictionMason Nicole Valentino hasn't had a boyfriend since about fourteen. Ever since then, every guy seemed tempting, too close, too smooth, and too god damn attractive. Zayn is evidently tempting, but irresistible if you couldn't tell. She resents it and...
