Over Again

Zayn got up, then and there, and excused himself. Everyone looked at me expectantly, but I just shrugged. "Don't look at me, I was just opening presents." I looked over at Liam, though, and he was raising an eyebrow. Sighing, I got up and went to find Zayn.

I found that it was snowing outside, and if you haven't seen anywhere in England when it snows, you're missing out. It's really beautiful. I saw that Zayn was out there, though. Ad he looked cold. I put on my hoodie and grabbed his, then pushed open the back door.

Zayn was sitting on a bench, a cigarette in his hand. I gasped. "Zayn! I thought you quit!" He looked up at me, and I soon realized he wanted his jacket. I handed it to him, and he put it on.

He blew a puff of smoke out, and it was a ring. Standing there, in the snow, while Zayn was smoking, was just awkward.

"You can sit, if you'd like," he said coldly. I nodded, and sat next to him.

"What's gotten into you?" I ask. "This isn't like you." He laughed bitterly.

"Go ask Niall." I turned to him now.

"So this is about Niall. Zayn, he's just a friend," I said. He laughed again, dripping with sarcasm.

"It's obvious you're more to him, then."

"He's your band mate, for Heavens sake! You should trust him!" Zayn took another drag, shrugging as he did so. The very smell of him reeking of the putrid tobacco.

All of a sudden, as if someone else was controlling me, my hand shot out and took the cigarette from his hand, and I stood up, throwing it into the snow on the ground, and stomped on it.

"I need that," Zayn yelled. "That was my last one!" Zayn stood up, and although he was towering over me, I still was high enough to reach his collar and pull him to my level.

"Zayn," I seethed, " You're not supposed to do this. I already went through this! You keep those out of your mouth, or I'll shove my foot down your throat." I pushed him back, and he stumbled. I fell back into the fresh powder, just laying there.

"What do you mean? You already went through this?" I sighed.

"You remember how I told you I barely made it out of high school?" He grunted. "Well, if started smoking, and partying, and fighting on the streets. I don't want you to be like me when something happens; destroyed." At this point I was freezing in the snow.

Changing the subject, I said, "Lets go in, I'm freezing, and they're probably waiting for us."

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