last dance ❁ halsey

♔ | three

Lauren Jauregui silently led Ashley to a small apartment in Brooklyn with paper thin walls and a brown front door, held together by bricks and cement.

She unlocked the door and brought Ashley inside. Ashley had been here once before, yet the soft yellow walls and the black couch and the lightbulbs hanging in various places seemed so foreign to her.

Lauren lived by herself. Her parents were never around, Lauren never spoke of them and Ashley never asked.

Lauren lit a cigarette a gently puffed the smoke into Ashley face. When she puffed another cloud, Ashley opened her mouth and let it enter her body and devastate her lungs.

Lauren found that rather hot and did it again and again until the cigarette disappeared into a pile of ash. She went to light another but Ashley tugged at her sleeve and brought her closer to her body, kissing her deeply.

Lauren simply found Ashley Frangipane beautiful, an amazing specimen of the human race. As Ashley's tongue sipped into her mouth, Lauren thought about the smaller girl's hazel eyes and the roses that lay uncoloured on her shoulders and the little thin white lines that hid themselves beneath a Shakespeare quote on her arm.

She pulled away to let herself breathe and pushed Ashley onto the couch.

Ashley bit her lip.
Ashley was a little bit scared.

Lauren noticed her eyes change.
"What's wrong babygirl?" she asked quietly.

"I'm scared" Ashley whispered.

"Scared of what?"

Ashley sat up to look at Lauren properly.

"Not being good enough for you" Ashley murmured.

Lauren placed a hand on Ashley's shoulder and started kissing her neck gently, speaking between each kiss.

"You"

"will"

"always"

"be"

"enough"