Twisted Minds [h.s]

T H I R T Y

how tf we already on chapter thirty omg bye this book has become my life

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After driving for roughly twenty five minutes, enjoying the wind and music that blared through the speakers, we finally pull up to a dark and open parking lot at some random shopping centre. Theres only a few cars which I believe belong to probably janitors or late night workers, and it was extremely dark besides from the white and green lamp posts that illuminated it in certain spots.

Harry parks the car, keeping the windows down. He then proceeds to turn the music down so it is now just playing quietly in the background, while we sit not speaking a word, looking out the front window.

I see him in my peripheral vision shifting around so I turn to face him.

"What's that?" I ask quietly, as he pulls out a small tin from his pocket.

He answers my question by flipping open the lid and showing me the contents it was filled with.

Joints.

"You want one?" He takes out a small stick, putting the tin on his lap and holding it out for me to take, but I shake my head in decline.

"No thanks, I don't smoke." I turn my head back away from him and look out the front window again.

"That's too bad." He mumbles quietly and I turn to face him again as he puts the joint gently between his two pink lips, lighting it with a lighter that he also retrieved from the same tin.

His cheeks hollow as he sucks in the drug, his eyes fluttering shut before he releases the cloud. The smoke fills the entire front seat as he exhales and I hold my breath for a moment due to the horrid smell.

"That reeks." I state, lowering my eyebrows making him chuckle in response.

"You've never smoked before, huh?" He mutters lowly, smirking at me, before bringing the joint back to his lips and inhaling once more.

I cross my arms over my chest, leaning back against the seat.

"Only a couple times with my ex when I was like sixteen, but I didn't like it." My voice quiets down and he nods his head.

He takes the stick out from between his lips, exhaling and then holding it out for me once again, repeating his earlier actions.

I sigh.

"Maybe you'll feel differently about it now." He suggests and I bite my lip, looking at his green, convincing eyes with my blue, doubtful ones.

Taking the burnt joint from out of his finger tips, I place it between my own two lips.

Big Jet Plane starts playing through the speakers quietly as I inhale the drug, closing my eyes, letting my body relax into the soft music and harsh taste.

I keep my eyes pinched shut as I breathe it deep into my lungs, holding it for only a moment before I exhale through my lips. My eyes flutter open and I see the white cloud fill the space around us, before slowly drifting out of the window.

"Oh, aren't you a little pro." Harrys lips curl into a smirk in amusement and I smile lightly.

"I sure am." I agree, handing the stick back over to him.