102; harry styles (hiatus)

0.4.

"Yeah, like-" He interrupts me.

"I know what weed is, Lola." He says, "I'm just... surprised, that's all." He's still frowning.

"And why are you so surprised?" I ask, feeling a bit curious.

I know weed is a fucking drug and we shouldn't do drugs but, in these days, who doesn't want to try at least for once? Alright, that's a bad way to think but I'm just being honest here.

"Well, first of all, you are talking about doing drugs. Second, I didn't think you would smoke... I mean, why the hell would someone like you have weed?" He stands up as he explains his thoughts to me.

"Well, someone's appearance doesn't determine what they do when nobody's watching." I defend myself, "Plus, you wanted me to chill out."

"Yes, but I was talking about normal stuff people do. Like, going to the shopping or drinking a coffee or watching a movie, I don't know. I didn't think you were thinking about weed." He chuckles ironically.

I roll my eyes, he's just being paranoid. "You didn't answer my question. Have you ever smoked weed before?"

He stares at me and then runs his hands through his face and hair.

"Yes, Lola. I've smoked weed before."

"So why are you being such a pain in the ass?!" I stand up and follow him to wherever he's going.

"Because I... I don't know. It's weird." He replies as he opens a new door, which I think it's his bedroom.

"Now you are being a drama queen, Harry. Seriously, stop overthinking." He sits on his bed and I copy him. "Do you want a joint or not?"

I see the doubt behind his eyes and I immediatly regret bringing this up.

"You don't have to, Harry. Look, I know it's weird but I need to stop thinking about Louis and... This always helps when I'm feeling this way." He gently smiles.

"Okay, let's do it." I take the weed out of my pocket and roll the joints, handing one to him. "God, I haven't done this in so long." I chuckle as I light up mine with my lighter.

"Do you want me to light up yours?" I ask and he nods in a cute way, I can't contain my smile.

He puts it between his lips as I move closer to him, lighting his joint. He grins at me when I'm done, I can't believe I'm doing this with a guy I just met.

I take a long drag as I close my eyes, resting my body on his bed. I open my eyes to look at him just to find him staring back at me. He lies next to me as he takes his first drag, his wild green eyes are still on me. He smirks as he releases the smoke in my direction so now is blocking my view. Oh god, he looks so hot smoking.

I giggle and he lets out a laugh, holding the joint between his long fingers.

"Why did you fight with Louis?" He suddenly asks me.

"It's a long story and I'm already feeling a bit high but I'll try my best, okay?" I tell as he chuckles. "Alright so I went to a party with my best friend and he was there." I take another drag, "We got really drunk and high and apparently, I kissed him. But Jen, my bestfriend, keeps saying that he kissed me. The thing is that I am, or was? I don't even know, friends with Louis but he wants to be more than that and I don't want to ruin anything." I stay in silence, contemplating the ceiling. I'm starting to feel dizzy. "I mean, he's fucking hot and handsome as hell but I like being single."

"So you fancy him but you don't want anybody in your life?" He asks me.

I look at him, "It's weird," I giggle. "I want someone to support me, to be there for me, to kiss me, to cuddle with me, and all that cheesy and stupid stuff. But I'm not sure I want that person to be Louis. God, we've been friends for so long now. I..." I take a deep breath and then I look at the ceiling again, trying to ignore his curious eyes. "Before he slammed the door, he called me a bitch. I felt like I did something wrong when in reality, I haven't."