Running After You

Niall was taking a wee. Thank god, because I needed a smoke. Badly. As I lit the small roll, I stepped away from the car so it wouldn't smell like cigarette smoke, and Niall wouldn't be suspicious.

Yeah.

I could hear footsteps, so I took one last drag, dropped it, and stepped on it. I exhaled through my nose, making the smoke come out of my nostrils, which I loved doing. It was weird, but cool.

I turned and saw Niall looking at me weirdly. "What were you doing," he asked, stepping into the car. I did the same, pulling the seatbelt on.

"I was just getting some air. It's a little stuffy in here." He nodded, putting the car into gear.

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"So," I said after a while of awkward silence, "where to next?"

"Well, we've gone around and found nothing, so I'm off to Britain." He looked at me from the side. "You sure you want to come with me?"

"Yeah," I said. "I'd love to."

He smiled. "Great."

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