No Big Deal || Ziam

Zayn leaned back on his bed, his back against the wall. He took a drag of his joint, feeling a bit better. He looked over at the mirror on his wall and frowned. His eyes found multiple flaws in the few seconds before he looked away. He shook his head, taking another drag. God he hated that. The mirror. His reflection. The stupid need he felt to pick out every flaw. And in his opinion there were plenty. He heard a noise but he ignored it, lost in thought, not realizing Liam had walked in.