A Thought for a Thought

Warning: contains marijuana usage.

In most cases, your father owning a cinema would be great. Free movies, free snacks, the lot. But for Harry, it was everything but. He was working solely to repay his father for his loans.

It's even worse when the cinema is in the city that never sleeps so any time, day or night, there are thousands of people roaming the streets searching for an activity to enjoy. The cinema just so happens to be one of the most popular locations for teens and young adults after dark.

Y/N and Harry spend a lot of late nights working together, basically a set schedule due to the majority of other employees having curfews and not being able to work the late shift.

This particular night, however, a concert was being held a couple of blocks down and the cinema was unoccupied.

"Harry," you begin to whine, "This is boring! Why can't we close up early before the showing is finished?"

He sits on the floor in front of the popcorn machine, twiddling his thumbs, "My Dad would have a massive fit, that's why."

"Believe me, I don't want to be here either sweetheart. Reckon I'd much rather be getting blazed."

He pulls himself off of the floor and leans over the counter. "Besides, the last showing is practically over, just.." Harry begins to calculate in his head, "59 more minutes, love."

You scoff as you lift yourself onto the counter, leaving your legs to dangle.

"Well, can we at least find something to do other than just sitting here?" You ask, not considering the ways he could take it.

He smirks and pushes himself away from the counter, "I have a few things in mind. Think you might be interested?" He holds his hand out as a gesture to help you down.

"I'm down for anything at this point", you say as you hop off with his help.

"Mm, now tha's what I like to hear." He quickly checks on the auditorium that's playing the last movie of the night, making sure it's clear. He heads to lock the doors, completely disregarding what he had just said about how his father would feel. He hurried back to you and joined his fingers with yours, pulling you to the Employees Only room.

****

You sit across from him at the table, watching as he rolls the blunt. Carefully leaning back in your chair, you prop your feet on the table top. Truth is, you are nervous. This is a bit more rebellious than you are used to, but Harry seems to have no worries.

He stands up from the table and moves to the couch, motioning for you to come as well. You take a seat next to him while he lights up. He slowly runs his tongue along the split one last time to make sure it's secure, lighting it, and putting it to his lips. He takes one long drag and passes it to you.

You hold it between your index finger and thumb as you tap the ash off. He's watching you closely as you bring it to your lips.

"Can you like.. Not?" You ask, feeling self-conscious.

His smile widens, showing his precious dimples. His head turns to look the other way and you quickly take a pull at the blunt. Might've been a little too quick because you begin coughing. It feels like a fire has started in your throat and lungs. You are extremely embarrassed because you can't stop coughing and your face has turned a bright shade of red.

"Are you alright?"

You nod and he lights it again, "I'm sorry.. just a little nervous with you looking at me."