Aesthetic | LH (R)

~Prologue~

He's unreal, irresistible.

Someone can't be that beautiful right?

Very pleasing to the human eye, that's what most girls who were even lucky enough to see him in person.

His mid-length dirty blonde locks of hair he'd always pushed back with his large flawless, painted hands. The style of clothes he'd always wore, especially his buttoned up shirts with his leather jackets, he'd always button it halfway revealing his chest.

The different kinds of necklaces and rings he wore that complimented his glittery ankle boots following along wearing black jeans.

Many girls would die or just do anything to get with him. This boy was on another level of beauty. This was just the outside of him. No one knew him truly.

It was really his whole look, his aesthetic.

He was also in a pop/punk band with his life long friends that originated in Sydney Australia. They weren't too famous, but famous enough to play at clubs, bars, music festivals and have groupies.

If only someone knew him, you'd regret it. Beauty isn't just about the looks, but most people don't realize that.