Y/N's POV
It had been three hours since I'd been in Zayn's studio, waiting for him to come and finish the song we were writing. I even called him a few times, but after all, I am only a rookie writer in his crew of professionals. I checked the time and it pointed toward 1 am.... I sigh to myself and prepare to leave, saying goodbye to Taryn and Griff.
Before I'm out, I meet Zayn in the doorway, a hazy smile lifting his face with his eyes brimming red.
"Where you goin', love?" He husks, the hint of cannabis on his lips. I've always wanted to tell Zayn how much the smell bothered me but I could never bring myself to do it.
"I was thinking of going home, actually."
"No, no, no, you can't go," he says lazily, grabbing my hand and dragging me back inside. "Zayn-" I begin.
"Please? I just got here."
"And whose fault is that?" I'm surprised with my tone of voice and I think he is too. His eyebrows knit together, his expression hard.
"Sorry," I whisper. He doesn't respond but instead continues walking with his hand holding mine.
I didn't notice at first, but now i see a cigarette in his other hand, he brings it to his mouth and blows the smoke harshly, and the smell nearly makes me sick.
"Zayn," I whisper.
"Zayn," I call louder, and he finally turns to face me. "Yes?"
"Could you put that out?" I ask as kindly as I possibly can. He looks confused until I point toward his joint. He licks his lips and smiles amusedly, "Why should I?" He teases, his accent thicker than ever in his buzzed state. I decide to drop it and simply shake my head.
"No, tell me," he presses, coming closer toward me.
"It's fine, really,"
But he continues to come closer, making me feel intimidated. I don't realize I'm taking steps backwards till my back hits the wall.
Zayn brings his face closer to mine and the reek of his smoke fills my senses. I put my hand to his chest to stop him, and the hardness shocks me but turns me on all the same. Why is this turning me on?
From the corner of my eye, I see Taryn looking confused, wondering why Zayn's behaviour suddenly changed. Griff also glances up from his phone and looks tense as well.
"Don't like the smell, yeah?" He says, purposely hovering his face over mine, bending lower to reach my height.
"No," I can barely hear myself whisper, suddenly aware of just how different Zayn is from his usual self when he's high.
"Say that again, dear, I couldn't hear you."
"Mate," Griff warns, but Zayn waves his hand dismissively, "Just curious Griff, nothing serious." But his face says otherwise and I began to wish the floor would open up and swallow me whole. For as long as I've worked with Zayn, he's always stayed calm and laid back... this side of him was foreign.
Zayn's eyes look expectant and so I repeat myself, "No."
"Mhm," he hums in response and soon his stance changes. He stands taller and no longer bends down for me. My breathing changes and I'm reminded of our height difference as well as the power he has over me.
Zayn brings the joint to his mouth, sucking in the poison, while his eyes bore into mine. I don't break eye contact either, as weak as I may feel, I won't show it. He leans further and I sense that he's about to blow his smoke.
"Please, don't Zayn." My tone is serious and assertive and I see a pained expression on Zayn's face. His eyes soften suddenly and he opens his mouth to apologize but the smoke blows into me. My breath hitches and I turn my head to the other side, caught completely off guard. When the smoke blows over I push Zayn away, making him tumble backwards. I'm surprised by my force and so is he. I may be a patient woman, but I won't tolerate any more of this.
"Zayn!" Taryn scolds but Zayn once again tries to come closer to me.
"No just stay away from her," Taryn tells him, and Griff holds Zayn back.
"I was only apologizing, I'm so sorry." Zayn's apology sounds genuine but I still feel upset and so I reassure Taryn and Griff that I'm fine before I leave.
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A/N :
Zayn's lives are giving me the serotonin I'd been deprived of in 2020
