One Direction Preferences

Preference #93 You Smoke Weed With Him

Harry:

"C'mon Harry, just one hit won't kill you." Zayn says extending the rolling, piping hot joint out in Harry's direction. All night you've been trying to convince him to try it. But if you know anything about Harry you know that he hates smoking. It's not that he cares what you're smoking, to him smoking anything is bad.

"I'll pass," he says crossing his arms over his chest and checking over his shoulder for what seemed to be the 50th time that night.

"You're more paranoid than I am babe." You say tucking into his side a bit more.  It's cold in the bus garage where the boys decided to come and smoke. Behind a trailer full of who knows what, next to an open door, so the smoke can escape.

"Awe Harry, don't look so pissed. You knew we were coming out here to smoke." Liam says from across the small space. The ruffle of a potato chip bag, draws everyones attention to Niall, for just a second. They are supposed to be quite. And the air coming out of that bag was exactly the opposite.

"What? Im hungry!" He defends pulling the bag closer and shoving a handful into his mouth.

"I'm not pissed Liam." Harry snaps back and pulls his phone out to check the time. "I just don't agree the the inhalation of toxins is all....I'm not pissed." He repeats. By the time you have passed around the second joint Harry had loosened up a bit. "Why do you guys even smoke that stuff?" He asks pointedly.

"You've obviously never done it before..." Taking another hit from the joint Louis passed, you lock eyes with him. "It's wonderful." you cough out, and extend it to him in another attempt to get him to try. This time he doesn't say no. He looks around the circle at everyone one.

"That-a boy Haz, just one hit mate." Louis taunts. Harry looks over his shoulder one more time before, "Fine, but just to see what all of the fuss is about." He takes a deep breath and puts the paper to his lips. Its sort of unnatural to see him doing it.

No more than 10 minutes later you're all laughing loudly over a joke they had all heard over a hundred times before.

"He was in the pantry the whole time!" Harry booms, wiping tears that just keep flowing over his  cheeks. But it all stopped when they heard a very familiar voice calling fro them.

"Boys! Are you in here? You'd better not be smoking that shit again." Alberto called from somewhere in the garage.

"Time to go," Zayn says taking another hit and running right out the back door. They never do manage to get caught.

Niall:

"I don't think I've ever been this high before," you say after blowing out a cloud of thick smoke. Only and hour ago he'd come bounding into the hotel room, with a bag of the dankest weed you've ever smelled. The memory is slightly hazy now, but your sure you remember him talking excitedly about the show.

'You should've seen da crowd tonight!'

'Some girl threw a Harry bobble head and nailed him right in da jewels. It looked like him though so we kept it... Best fans in da world.'

The whole time he didn't mention once, the ounce of weed he was flailing around in his hand as he spoke.

"Niall baby? Whatcha got there?" You ask motioning to the baggie clenched in his hand. He looked up as if he had no clue what you were talking about.

"Oh, yeah. Well Zayn and Louis have a friend here who happens to have a hook up. They say its da best they've ever smoked." You squint your eyes at him. Assessing the way he's swaying while he stands. His face is far more relaxed than when he'd left for the show. Which never happens, plus he's talking so much. Sure niall is talkative, but now like this.