Justin was laying on his bed, thinking about what happened between him and Ariana, yesterday at the wedding. They haven't spoken ever since. He is confused, trying to figure out if they broke up or if they should. He doesn't want to lose the friendship that they took years to build.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the doorbell. He sighed in frustration, not wanting any company. He treaded down the stairs and opened the door, seeing Zayn who's hair is now blonde.

"Your hair." Justin pointed out.

He wasn't expecting Zayn, and he definitely wasn't expecting him to dye his hair.

"I just wanted to try something different." Zayn shrugged.

"Well you look good." Justin stepped aside to let him in.

"Uh thanks?" Zayn chuckled.

It took Justin a second to realize what he just said.

"I mean your hair looks good, you know? Like I couldn't imagine you as a blonde, but you can pull it off." Justin tried to explain what he said.

Zayn raised a dark brow at him, which caused Justin to turn red from embarrassment.

"I-I..." Justin paused, lost at words.

"It's alright, mate. I know what you meant." Zayn laughed.

Justin smiled in response and notice something shining from his friend's nose.

"You got a nose piercing too?" He asked.

"Yeah. I always wanted one." Zayn said.

"Damn, you're getting a whole new look. You're even growing a beard." Justin laughed and Zayn laughed with him.

"Anyways, do you want to chill at the hookah lounge?" Zayn asked.

"Aren't you suppose to be at least 18?"

"I am 18, what about you?"

"I just turned 17 three months ago."

"What? Then why are you a senior?"

"I started school early."

"Just like Harry." Zayn chuckled, lightly. "Do you want to do hookah at my house then?"

Justin's eyes widened.

"What? My parents aren't home." Zayn told him.

"No it's just that I never smoked before..." Justin trailed off.

"Oh..." Zayn scratched the back of his head. "But do you want to? I mean it's up to you, I'm not gonna pressure you to do it."

"I'm down." Justin smiled.

"Are you sure?" Zayn asked, a little concerned.

"Yeah, I want to try it." Justin shrugged before pulling out his car keys from his jean pocket. "Let's go."

They both left the house and headed to Justin's car.

"Do you wanna take a spin?" Justin held up his keys and shook it.

"I just got my permit last week." Zayn told him.

"Do you have anyone teaching you?" Justin asked as they both got in the car.

"My dad, but he's too busy looking for a job." Zayn answered.

"I gotta teach you one day." Justin chuckled as he started the car.

"You're a bad driver." Zayn joked.

"Oh really?" Justin smirked as he speeds down to the next stop sign.

"Chill!" Zayn shouted, laughing afterwards.

Once they finally got to Zayn's house, his two little sisters were watching TV in the living room.

They both turned their head to look at Zayn and his friend.

"Who's that?" Safaa asked.

"This is Justin. One of my best mates." Zayn introduced him to them.

"Hi, Justin!" Safaa waved at Justin.

"Hey, cutie." He smiled, giving her a little wave.

"We both will be in my room. Just knock if you both need anything." Zayn told his sisters who nodded in response.

"I never knew you had sisters." Justin said as they both went upstairs.

"The younger one is Safaa, and the other one is Waliyha." Zayn told him as they entered his room.

His room was neat and organized. The walls was covered with drawings and graffitti. He took out the shisha from his closet and placed it on the floor in the center of the room.

Zayn was looking for hookah, but realized he was out of it. He hasn't smoked hookah in a while which caused him to forget.

"I ran out of hookah so is it ok if I use weed instead?" Zayn pulled out a bag of green stuff from under his bed.

"Uh..." Justin paused to think, looking a bit nervous.

He has no problem with smoking anything legal, but not anything illegal. He never broke the law before, especially because his mom is a lawyer.

Zayn saw how nervous his friend looked.

"We don't have do it." He said, about to put the green stuff back under his bed.

"No, let's do it." Justin quickly said.

"You seem nervous."

"I know, it's just that I never did anything illegal. My mom is a lawyer, you know?"

"It will be ok. It's not as bad as you think."

"But what about your sisters?"

"They don't really bother me when I have friends over. They know I smoke."

After Zayn set up the shisha he took the pipe and breathed in the green.

Justin watched his friend make O's puff out of his mouth. He thought that was astonishing, because he never seen anything liked that.

Zayn handed Justin the pipe after he was done. Justin observed it, trying to figure out how to use it.

"You have to breathe it in." Zayn pointed at the tip of the pipe.

Justin nervously put the pipe in his mouth and breathed in slowly. Once he felt the green in his mouth he cough it out. Justin tried again, and this time he finally breathed it in. He felt a buzzing feeling in his head. Somehow it felt pleasant, and very relaxed. Something he needs.

After smoking for a couple of minutes they both were laying on the floor, looking at the ceiling like they were looking at stars at night. Both of their eyes were red and hooded.

"I don't know what to do about Ariana, man." Justin spoke. "I don't even know if we broke up."

"Well she seems to like you instead of me." Zayn frowned.

"I didn't even know you guys had a thing."

"We weren't really a thing. She just used me to get over you, and then you guys started to become a thing."

"I don't think she used you. Maybe she thought me and her would never happen."

"I don't know, but I really like her. I still do even though she hurt me."

"Why?"

"I want to move on, but I can't help my feelings. There's just something beautiful about her and it's not just her looks."

"Do you wanna know what I think is beautiful?"

"What?"

"Your fucking eyes man."

A roar of laughter come out of Zayn's mouth. "How?"

"I'm fucking serious! They're so big and brown."

"They're actually hazel."

"Then your blonde hair just makes you look so fucking good."

"Bro..."

Justin kissed Zayn, unexpectedly. He pulled away, realizing what he just did. Zayn was completely shocked and confused at the same time.

"I-I should go." Justin quickly got out of the room and left the house.

He got in his car and banged his head on the steering wheel.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" He muttered.

A/N: Sorry for all the drug reference, but that zustin moment was a major plot twist don't you think?