"Your love's a fucking drag, but I need it so bad, you're worse than nicotine."
-"Nicotine" by Panic! At The Disco
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Zayn kicked a small pebble with the toe of his Doc Marten, and I slowly looked up at him. "So," he said slowly, pausing to suck some cancer-induced smoke from his cigarette, "What's that girl like? Lyla, right?"
"Er, she..she's like," I paused for a moment, trying to think of something. My eyes were drawn to Zayn once again, has he tapped off the ash of his cigarette lightly. "She's like nicotine. Addictive, you know? Like you could breathe her in and instantly feel relieved. Like fresh air."
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Lyla Heppurn; a strange 18 year old girl, who always seems to be getting lost and daydreaming.
Harry Styles; a stranger 19 year old boy, who always seems to be getting inked and pierced.
But his goal is to change, and her goal is to make her name known. What happens when they [literally] cross paths, and can't seem to get rid of each other?
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nicotine // h.s. au {uncompleted; editing}
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