smoke | horan au

I took the cigarette in between my fingers as the boy looked at me, uncertainty written across his features. He tried to hide his smile. "Are ya sure about this?" "I'll be fine," I said, motioning him to light the stub in between my lips. He did so, waiting to see the reaction on my face. I took a long drag of the cig, trying to mimic the many times I'd seen him do it. "How is it?" he asked. I didn't respond, because an answer wasn't needed. I blew out the vapor, making small o's as I did so. And just like that, my thoughts seemed to disappear with the smoke, and I had never felt so good in my entire life. © hazel_grace. all rights reserved.