𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣𝕤 ┉✧ L.T.

/ chapter twenty - eight /

// a.n. It's been AN ETERNITY since I last updated Mirrors. BUT, I saw Louis in FITF Athens 20 days ago and I'm still not over that!!! Greatest experience of my life, haven't been feeling the same since then, 10/10 would fucking recommend.

Anyway. Thank you to anyone who is still reading, I recently hit 8.1k reads, it doesn't sound like much, but it's wayy more than I expected!! Hope everyone's enjoying their autumn (and hope each and every single one of you gets to see Louis bc he's literally the sweetest human ever help-) ❤️

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Cigarettes After Sex - Don't Let Me Go

Thirty Seconds to Mars - Hurricane

Cigarettes After Sex were on the radio. A lingering cloud of smoke filled up the inside of the car. Louis smiled, as he exhaled. "That's literally Cigarettes After Sex."

I chuckled. And there we were; back in our clothes, at the top of a hill in the darkness – surrounding us, sealing reality away. Sucking us in so beautifully, that nothing and no one could take us out. Louis was on the passenger's seat. Quite ironically, I was sitting on the driver's seat.

"Welcome to my car."

"I'm still faster than you, Lou."

"Believe whatever you want to believe," he giggled drowsily as he looked away, over the city lights that were lying in front of us.

"Admit it!"

"Wait until I beat you next time," he raised an eyebrow, taking a long, delightful drag of his cigarette. "Want a drag, tough one?"

I grabbed the cigarette between my fingers without speaking, and took a deep drag, the second I ever took in my life. The smoke ran down my stinging throat and into my lungs, suffocating me. I took another drag to push the smoke further down my lungs, and then another, and my throat was burning less by then, the chemical smoke stinging as it ran down like veiled poison. It was somehow drowning me but, damn, it felt good.

"This shit is harmful," I gave it back to him.

"I don't want to sound dramatic, but I really don't care," Louis commented, his ocean eyes shining like glass. "I thought you were a tough one."

"It's better that way, isn't it? I like thinking that I am tough."

I took his cigarette back in my hand, my eyes locked in his as I took a deep drag; so deep that it almost choked me. My curtain bangs were falling in front of my eyes and my view was already blurry from the alcohol, yet I could see confusion rising in his eyes.

"I think you're much more than just tough."

"Fuck, that was poetic," I rolled my eyes. I took another drag; this time, a deeper one.

A little smile formed as he stared back at the view of the city. Vienna was quite big; I couldn't quite see where the lights ended and the sky began, I could only see the stars as they shined above everything. The moon in the middle of the sky, the constellations of Orion, Castor and Pollux.

"Where did you learn that... maneuver you did earlier?"

"The one that doomed your victory?"

"That one that almost caused me a heart attack," he chuckled. "Also, give me back my cigarette," his free hand wrapped around my shoulders; forcefully but protectively at the same fucking time. Under any other circumstances, I'd get upset.

I blew the smoke on his face after taking another long drag. "I used to race, back in Thessaloniki.

His excited eyes met mine. "No way I'm just finding out about that."