induratize // summary
There's always been Zayn. Zayn, with shaggy black hair and colors etched into his skin; Zayn, who always smells like smoke and spice and ink; Zayn, who keeps a cigarette behind his ear and touches Clark with practiced hands. Zayn's smooth Bradford accent whispering sweet nothings into her ear. He's always been there, and Clark thinks he probably always will be.
But now there's Harry. Harry, who wears an ugly green coat and tattoos puns onto his body; Harry, with dimpled cheeks and silly hair and mischievous eyes; Harry, who keeps a hair tie on his wrist and who touches Clark with shaky hands. Harry's whiny Cheshire voice begging for yet another glass of milk. He shows up out of nowhere and Clark doesn't know if he plans on staying.
The only thing Clark really knows is that she needs a fucking cigarette.
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warnings: lots of alcohol, drug use, and sex (between all genders and sexualities). have fun and don't read if you're uncomfortable with any of that!
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Induratize [h.s/z.m au]
Fanfictioninduratize; (pronounced: in-'dur-ah-tahyz); English; verb. To make one's own heart hardened or resistant to someone's pleas or advances, or to the idea of love; This is a side-effect from pain; it is a way of emotional self-preservation.