True Colors ❧ H.S. [SLOW UPDATES]

fourteen.

Lmao so I'm supposed to be studying for my last exam, but I'm procrastinating cuz imma fail anyways.

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Here's a lovely smutty ass chapter for y'all ❤️

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✧ Cut that ivory into skinny pieces

Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby ✧

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   "Are you high?"

Harry's eyebrows lowered as he noticed that Adriana was a bit talkative tonight, as well as hyper. She let out a loud laugh at his words, causing Smithers the chauffeur to immediately roll up the partition with an odd look on his face, deciding to give them privacy.

It was around midnight when Adriana felt her cocaine cravings hit her once again, quite intensely. She tried to resist them this time, wanting to be sober while spending time with Harry, and not as high as fuck lunatic making him feel uncomfortable. But she couldn't help it, she never could. Her addiction was worse than ever to a point where she'd be doing cocaine at least three times every day. She knew she was damaging herself and needed help, but what she needed was professional help. Rehab; something she couldn't afford to pay for nor go for as Mateo would have no one to take care of him if she did.

"Yeah," she answered with another giggle, turning to look at him and lean against him. "It feels amazing."

"It's damaging," Harry responded bluntly, looking out of the window.

"Sometimes it's worth the feeling of escapism," she murmured as she touched his chest, head leaning against his shoulder.

"What are you trying to escape from?" Harry questioned lowly, lips poking out to lick his lips as her hand danced over his crotch.

"Reality," she murmured. "Sick, disappointing, fucked up, reality."

"You seem pessimistic," Harry commented with a scoff.

"Am I?" she snapped just as he grabbed his crotch sharply, causing him to inhale sharply. "Maybe you're just too much of an optimist."

"You think so?" Harry continued to play, as she straddled his lap to face him better.

He gazed up at her, watching the streetlights from the side of the road they were driving on flash through the window and illuminate her face. She looked deadly and beautiful. Dark eyes lined with wings that were sharpened to perfection, black lined her waterlines with her long, fluttery lashes framing her dark irises. His eyes studied her flawlessly structured face as she his. His hand raised up to cup her cheek lightly, watching the street light shine onto her face, causing her highlight to pop on the tops of her cheeks. His thumb felt the urge to trace her lower lip, eyes studying the deep red color of the matt liquid lipstick that was slathered onto the flesh.