𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣𝕤 ┉✧ L.T.

/ chapter twenty - four /

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Roet - If I Look Fine

Blackbear - idfc

Justin Timberlake - Sexyback

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A spray of YSL Black Opium on my neck and another layer of satin red lipstick on my lips. A little, beige fur jacket, and a small, diamond – covered purse in my hands, and as I took a last look at the mirror next to the back door, I suddenly felt my confidence boosting; the new Gucci glittery silver dress I had just bought earlier that day really made me look different than my usual self – like it lit up my face. My feet were killing me up on those sandals, and my toenails were painted white even if it was winter, however, what stood out the most for me was my hair with the little curtain bangs falling on the sides of my forehead. It still felt weird not to have the pink curls I was so used to but damn, the blonde made me look like someone else. Like that elegant version of me I envied so much was, in fact, who I was.

When the hell did I stop being punk rock and turned into... her?

I walked towards the kitchen through the dim lit hallway, to refill my vodka cranberry. I would be the one to drive, so I couldn't drink too much. And even if Elisabeth, Aiden and Hayley believed I was always going too fast, it was like therapy to me. And damn, if there was one of us that needed therapy, that was definitely me.

I could hear their voices from upstairs as they were talking unreasonably loudly, with music blasting in the background, the same way they did back in Thessaloniki. I rarely went out back home; I was usually too tired or busy being sad to leave my bed. But it wasn't the case this time.

"Are you lost, miss?"

His placid voice reached my ears. Turning behind, I saw Louis standing in the kitchen in his Blink 182 T-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants, with an empty coffee mug in his hands. His hair were giving away that he had just gotten out of the shower; messy chocolate strands falling on his dazzling ocean blue eyes, just so flawlessly careless.

"I'm never lost," I smiled bossily.

"I feel like I am, though," he looked at me, down then up again; softly biting his rosy lips. Damn, I could never get used to how the way he looked at me made me feel; like I was really the only one that mattered in the world to him.

He left the coffee mug on the kitchen counter, letting out a chuckle, then turned back at me, and cupped my head in his hands, pulling it up gently since he was taller; forcing me to look at him. A blonde curl twisted it between his fingers, and electricity ran through my body as he kissed me.

"Aren't you gonna ask me if I like you in that little dress?"

"I know you do, you fool," I was the one to kiss him this time, as I wrapped my hands around his neck; my lips touched his and he closed his eyes.

His hands ended up on the back of my head, in that assertive way they always did, and then I felt him pull my hair, so slightly yet so intensely.

"You have no right to look so fucking innocent, Rosie."

"Pardon me?"

In a moment of pure anarchy, he lifted me, my feet wrapped around his waist almost instinctively; we were so close that I could feel his madly beating heart. His words were running around my head, his smell was lingering in the air, and I was already lost, so far drifted from reality, that I didn't even notice when we made it back to his bedroom. And no; it wasn't because all the vodka.