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Niall: You knew a few people who are older then you and most of them smoked. They aren’t but influence in general as they care for school but still they liked to smoke. You always wanted to try it so today after school you asked if you could get a cigarette as Niall said he would come a bit later to pick you up. “You sure? I thought you didn’t smoke.” one asks as he takes out the little package. “I wanted to try it.” you tell them. You the cigarette in one and the lighter in the other hand. You bring it to your lips and after you take the first puff you have to cough. They start to laugh but you continued and didn’t cough as you take a second puff. You didn’t really like the taste of the smoke but you felt a bit more like them. “You like it?” they asked surprised. “Y-yeah sure.” you say stuttering. “You don’t.” they tell you catching on on your lie. “Come on you don’t have to smoke because of us.” they laugh and want to take the cigarette from your hand but then someone is faster. “They sure are right.” a angry Niall says. “Why do you want to smoke? You should know it’s dangerous.” he says. “I just wanted to try it.” you explain quietly. “Swear that you never do it again.” You nod your head yes. “I swear.” He nods himself. “Good. And they didn’t push you into it right?” Niall asks as he leads you to the car. “No. How I said I wanted to try. They noticed I don’T like it.” you explain. “Good.”
Liam: You don’t know exactly how but the first time you smoked was with friends. You all wanted to try something new. But you didn’t stop. You liked the taste so you continued to smoke. Your friends don’t have a problem with it since some of them also keep doing it but no one in your family knew about it. It’s been a while since you started but now you have the urge to do it more often. As you eat dinner in the evening you start to get nervous. You really would like to go out and smoke right now but you’re scared someone would notice it. You play with your hands the whole time as you try to listen to the conversation between your family. “Are you ok?” Liam asks as he turns his attention to you. “Yeah. Yeah of course.” you say with a fake smile and stop playing with your fingers. Knowing you couldn’t do it any longer you stand up to say you need to use the bathroom. Of course you didn’t go there instead you go to your room to get a cigarette. Quietly you walk to the front door hoping no one sees you. Finally you’re outside and start to smoke. A sigh leaves your lips after the first puff. “It was about time.” you mumble to yourself. You finished half of the cigarette as someone say your name. “What are you doing outside?” you turn around and hide the cigarette behind your back. Liam walks over to you. “What are you hiding?” he asks sceptically. You try to say it’s nothing but then he already grabs your arm and pulls it towards him. “You smoke?” he says stunned. You look to the ground. “I started a while ago.” you explain. “Why?” he asks and pulls your head up so you have to look at him. “Don’t know. I like it” you tell him. “It’s not good for you. Haven’t you notice you’re addicted already? You were so nervous that you had to lie to us and sneak out to smoke. Is it worth it?” he asks with a serious tone. “No.” you mumble. “Then maybe you could try to stop?” Liam suggests. “Will you help me?” you ask hopefully. “Of course.” Liam smiles and pulls you into a hug.
Louis: You walked home from school smoking. You started to smoke because it seems all of your problems vanish when you smoke. It’s relaxing especially after a long day at school. You’re about to reach your house so you stop a corner before it and continued to smoke. You’re about to finish as suddenly someone yells your name. You turn around and see Louis walking towards you looking very angry. “What are you doing?” he asks and snaps the cigarette from your hand. He throws it to the ground and stares angrily at you. Not knowing what to say you turn around again and start to walk away. “Wait. We’re not done here.” he demands and follows you but you don’t stop and keep on walking. “Stop walking away. We have to talk about this. You’re not even allowed to smoke. Seriously stop.” he raises his voice and grabs your shoulder to stop you. “Why do you smoke?” he says loudly and looks at you coldly. “You want to know why I smoke? Because everything is easier. It’s relaxing and it releases stress. Maybe you haven’t notice it but I’m not that good in school and it’s frustrating to know this. I want to be good I really try but I am not. So I smoke. I don’t have problems when I smoke.” you explain furiously. You didn’t notice that you started crying but as Louis face softens and he starts to whip away your tears you wrap your arms around him. In silence you walk home his arm still protectively over your shoulders. After you enter your house you both sit down to talk. “You know you can talk with me or mum, dad your sisters or whoever when you have these problems. You may think you don’t have problems when you smoke but only for the few minutes it lasts. The problems will always be there if you don’t do something against it. Something with an affect.” he explains slowly. “I guess I should stop.” you say smiling sightly. “It’d be better yeah.” Louis says and hugs you once again. “Thank you.” you whisper against his shoulder.
Zayn: You never understood why that many people are smoking but if had to be good because so many do it. You know that it’s not good but you really want to try it yourself. Maybe you like it and then you miss something in life. Another part why you wanted to try it was surely that Zayn did it too but you would never admit that. You never had a chance to get cigarettes yourself so as you see them laying on the kitchen table you couldn’t help it and took a few out. You walk quickly into your room and don’t think about the fact that someone could smell it after it. You start to smoke and take a few puffs. You start to cough rapidly so you take the cigarette and throw it out of the window. “Are you ok?” Zayn asks as he enters your room. You jump around and look at him wide eyed. “I heard you coughing.” he continues. “N-nothing. Everything is alright.” you stutter and walk to him so you could push him out. “Wait. What’s the smell in here.” he asks and walks past you further into your room. You curse under your breath and turn around knowing Zayn would want to have a serious talk with you. “Have you……smoked?” he asks not believing it. He looks towards your bed where a few cigarettes lay. “(Y/N) you shouldn’t smoke. This is dangerous. I know I do it too and I don’t really like it but you shouldn’t start this too.” he explains surprisingly calm. “Please. Stop smoking.” he says and looks at you expectingly. “I just tried it. I wanted to know what it tastes like. I don’t really smoke.” you ease him. “Oh thank god.” he sighs and hugs you tightly.
Harry: In your school almost everyone knows that your brother is Harry Styles. You never thought this could be problem and technically it isn’t but a lot of people only want to hang out with you because he’s your brother. When they ask you something it’s mostly about Harry. To say you’re annoyed is an understatement. It was normal that you wanted to do something different from Harry. You wanted to be noticed to even if it sounds selfish but to stand in the shadow of your brother hurt you more then people think. The worst was you couldn’t be angry about Harry since he’s such a good brother and you love him to death. You thought that people look at you differently if you change yourself. It started with clothes, behaviour and finally thinks like going to parties and starting to smoke. Do you like it? Not really but the people around you finally have interest in you. You listen to music in your room as suddenly someone walks into your room. You look up and see your brother. “Hi. What’s going on?” you ask Harry as he sits next to you. He takes the remote and turns off the music. “I could ask the same. Care to explain?” he asks as he pulls out a package of cigarettes. Your cigarettes. “I found them in your jacket.” he explains. “These aren’t my.” you say too quickly. “Then you should explain me this.” Harry asks and shows you a picture which shows you smoking. You sigh and look down knowing you can’t lie anymore. “Ok. Yes I do smoke.” you admit. “Why?” he only asks. “You don’t do it.” you shrug your shoulders. He looks confused. “What do you mean.” You look at him and smile half hearted. “You don’t smoke. So I do it. I don’t really like it but at least someone notices me. In school they usually are more interested what’s your favourite food then who I am.” you smile sadly. “So you started to smoke?” he asks. “Yeah. And to be honest I hate it. These clothes too.” you chuckle and look down at you. “Thank good.” he sighs. You give him a look. “Hey I really don’t like your fake styles. Promise me you change back to normal.” You nod and hug him from the sight. “I love you sis.” he laughs. “I love you too.”
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