dehydrated

the eyes never lie

"Tonight is going too be fucking amazing." Zayn carries a box over his shoulder, as Niall opens the car boot.

He places his in, it looked a lot heavier than Zayns. I hold two single fireworks, one in each hand, "Are you sure these are good?" I ask dropping them into the boot, looking at Zayn.

A cigarette hangs out my left side of my mouth, I feel Harrys eyes on me as Zayn smirks, "You wouldn't know. You guys fucking disappeared as he was explaining which ones are better than others. I'm not even gonna ask what happened."

"Yeah, you FUCKING disappeared." Niall giggles, slipping into the shotgun of the car

"Yeah great pun Ni," I look down as Zayn closes the boot and Niall shuts his door. He's not necessarily wrong but... it's embarrassing too admit.

"Come on love birds, get in the car. We need too set up this bonfire." He taps my back, then smirks at Harry, walking too the driver side.

I follow behind him, Harry doing the same on the other side. I hop in, stamping out my cigarette, I catch Zayn's gaze in the rear-view mirror. I furrow my eyebrows, confusion plastered over my face. He looks in the direction of Harry, what?

I peer over too him, after shutting the car door. He struggles to sit down, wincing when he applies the littlest amount of pressure. My teeth shine, witnessing my creation in front of me. Maybe I went down too hard on him.

"Styles, can you sit still?" Niall calls out, I can hear his grin as he speaks.

"No I can't-"

I pat my thigh as he looks over too me, looking down at my lap. Maybe it would hurt less too sit on me instead of the car. My logic is definitely not flawless, but it's the thought that counts.

"Sit on my lap." Watching him struggling makes me uncomfortable.

He nodds before scooching over onto my lap. As little as his presence turns me on more than anything, ever.

His hair dangles over my face, while his body crushes mine, in the best way possible, "Don't you two say a word." I place my hands on his waist as I look around him at the boys in the front.

"It's not even me and I'm turned on," Zayn says, his jaw scraping the pavement by how dumbfounded he is.

"I'm not even gay and this is turning me on." Niall says before looking back at his phone, attached too it, he must be.

Harry places his arm around my shoulders, looking down apon me from underneath, "I never thought I would be underneath you." I look up, smiling.

I twist his hair around my finger as Zayn starts the car, his cheeks flush as I squeeze his thigh with my non dominant hand.

"Miranda can make it tonight!" Niall beams into his mirror, fixing his blonde hair into a perfect condition.

"You're lucky any girl has taken interest in you Niall." Zayn shares, trying too keep his eyes on the road.

"Boy you're heavy," I whisper too Harry as I watch the trees go past, stroking his back as we bump back along the road.

"I can get off if you-"

"No, I can handle it," He smiles at me through his brown locks, his eyes dilate, probably not sober but who can tell.

"Only cause you're hot." I smile up at him, he could probably get away with murder thanks too his looks.

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"Yeah put that there." I laugh as Zayn and Niall fight over which table decorations should go on which table, in his back yard.