"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

E então foi que notei: ele estava me observando atentamente, anotando mentalmente minhas tentativas de ser elegante e adequada, e dando uma certa impressão de estar se divertindo. Condescendente e desajeitada sim, mas medíocre não. Ele foi o primeiro a falar. - O que a trouxe à Style-s, Amelia? - perguntou com o seu sotaque, igualmente ao meu britânico, não desviando nunca os olhos verdes dos meus. Senti meu corpo se arrepiar por completo ao som da sua voz, grossa e rouca. E então percebi, esse homem era tudo. Um deus grego, um editor de uma revista de moda, britânico... e bem, ele era tudo menos o que eu tinha certeza que seria, o clichê, o óbvio para um editor de moda: gay.