Alcohol and Cigarettes// Lip Gallagher

Eight

Alright, let's do this."
    I looked into the mirror at my long, blonde hair. I let out a breath as the hair stylist snipped the first few strands, feeling some sort of relief.
    New hair, new me.
    "It looks good, Care," Lip assured me from the little waiting area. I smiled, satisfied with the decision I made.
    "Makes you look like a badass," he noted, and I laughed as I watched him lick his lips through the mirror.
    "That's what I was going for," I told him, and the hairstylist smiled.
    "You're a cute couple," she told us, "or, you'd make a cute couple, anyway.."
    "Thank you," we said at the same time, making me smile.
    "See? New otp," she laughed, continuing to cut my hair off.
    "So, are you still gonna do the purple? I think it would be a nice touch," the stylist asked, "maybe purple underneath, blonde on top?"
    I bit my lip, trying to imagine it. "Actually, could we do like a silverish? I'm feeling silver."
    "Yeah, totally!" She enthused, "that would look so good!"
    "Alright, let's do that."

    "Wow," Lip breathed when we stepped outside. He looked at me with a slight smile.
    "What?" I laughed, running my fingers through my new hair. It felt so good.
    "You look amazing, Care," he told me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me into his side.
    "Why, thank you," I grinned, looking up at him.
     He looked down at me and, before I knew it, his lips were on mine. We stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, and I kissed him back. His arm was still around my shoulders, and I liked it. He made me feel so safe and protected. I never wanted to leave his arms.
    He pulled away slowly, leaving me wanting more. The taste of cigarettes lingered on my tongue, and the feeling of his lips was imprinted on mine.
    I wanted this forever.
    Fuck Alfie.

AN// a short update, I'm sorry it sucks. I'm going to try and continue this story, no promises that it's going to be good, but wish me luck!!