Change Me ***EDITING***

Brooklyn's pov

After Harry left to go find his mom, Zayn and I decided to go check out the city for a bit.
We had gone into some clothing stores, but we both got bored of that quickly.
Now we were just walking down the busy street, trying to find something to do.

"Hey do you think there's a smoke shop around here?" I asked.

Zayn raised his eyebrow at me, and gave me a funny look.

"why are you looking at me like that? Dork..." I chuckled.

"I didn't know you were into that, that's all" Zayn smirked.

"Do you smoke?" I asked.

"Are you seriously asking me that?" Zayn replied, pulling me into an alley.

"Why are you taking me to an alley? Is this the part where you murder me?" I asked, jokingly.

zayn laughed.

"No." He said, pulling a small bag out of his pocket. "This is the part where we get really fucking high"

He brought weed?
Thats fine with me!

"Im down. But not here. Lets go back to the hotel" I replied.

"Alright but we have to open all the windows...I don't want anyone in the hotel knowing were smoking pot" Zayn said.



We got back to our hotel room.
I watched as Zayn rolled a fat blunt.
Damn. That's fucking hot.
Its been so long since Ive smoked. I'm craving for it.
He came and sat next to me on the bed.
I watched as he pulled out his lighter, and lit it up.
He took a long drag. He turned towards me, and blew the smoke in my face.

I laughed.
He took another drag, then passed it to me.
I took a hit, and blew out three perfect O's.

"Nice." Zayn smirked at me.

i shrugged.

Just then Niall walked in.

"Hey guys..oh. Are you smoking weed?" He asked, crinkling his nose.

"Yeah, you want some man?" Zayn asked.
"Nah I'm good. I'm not really a smoker.." Niall said.
"oh come on one hit." I pleaded.

He looked like he was debating for a minute.

"Fine. But only because I'm stressed.." Niall replied, taking the blunt from my fingers.

Zayn and I watched as Niall inhaled, and started coughing.

i laughed.

"Told ya I'm not much of a smoker" Niall said, passing the blunt back to me.


Three huge blunts later, we were all stoned off our asses.
Even Niall, he eventually got the hang of it.
We were all laying on the bed staring at the ceiling.

"what's your name?" Niall asked Zayn, poking his cheek.

"His name is Mark.. duh." i rolled my eyes, like it was obvious.

"I thought my name was Zayn.. I've been wrong my whole life." He whispered to himself, a shocked expression on his face.

"It's okay mark." I said patting his head.

Someone knocked on the door.

"Shit guys it's a murderer at the door" I said, my eyes growing wide. "guys we need to hide. Under the bed quick!"

someone knocked again.

I tried to get up from the bed, but I felt dizzy and ended up falling on the floor.

for some reason I thought that was hilarious, and burst out laughing, still laying on the floor.

"Mark, Nialll come try out this stuff I'm laying on!" I laughed again.

We heard the door open.

there was a tall person with curly hair at the door.

"fuck don't murder me! I don't even have legs yet!" I said flopping around.
"See I'm just a mermaid!" I said fake crying.

"are you high? " I heard a familiar voice laugh.

"No I'm on the floor see?" I replied.

"This bed is so soft I never want to leave. Zayn we have to live here!" Niall exclaimed.

"Oh my god. Come here." Harry said, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.

"where are we going?" I asked, upside down.

Harry plopped me down on the bed in between Niall and Zayn.

"you three need to sleep this off...I'm serious go to sleep. We have a long day tomorrow." Harry said sternly, then left.

I looked at the Ceiling for awhile. Then my eyelids felt heavier and heavier, and finally I let sleep take over me.

Notes

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