Sex, money, and drugs.
When she becomes apart of a band that her brother was in, she slowly begins to realize why exactly she didn't like to fall into a group due to distant association.
The longer she stays, the more she realizes that everything se...
That smile on your face Makes it easy to trust you
Girl with the tattoo- Miguel
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I ended up throwing on the back zip up I had on earlier, it was already on my bed and I didn't feel like going through my bag to find another sweater.
Me and zayn just walked out of the hotel, and I'm very surprised I haven't noticed the fact that there was a beach right in front of our hotel this whole time.
"So, I want to apologize for breaking into your room." Zayn speaks just as I look both ways before stepping onto the street in front of us.
I don't reply yet, I was more focused on getting across the road without getting hit. There weren't a lot of cars, so surprisingly enough it was quick for our feet to hit the sand of the beach.
"It's fine," I finally say shrugging. "Just don't do it again."
We walk further down, and I now see there was this wooden dock. It looked pretty worn out, but I just personally thought it was a weird place to put a dock.
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"And I want to apologize for being awkward." He speaks again, making my eyes stray away from the water I zoned out looking at.
"Don't, it's alright." I say, looking over to him as he nods.
We walk further down the beach and get fairly close to the dock so I begin to wonder if that's where he wanted to sit.
That was until he stopped walking, pulling the blunt from his ear once more and putting it between his lips. "You want to sit on the sand or the sidewalk?" He asks muffled before pulling a lighter out of his pocket and raising it to the end of the blunt.
I look back at the sidewalk, there was really no point of sitting on the sidewalk when we're already standing on the sand.
"The sand is fine." I mumble, praying to god this man does not want to end up going swimming.
