"Welcome to Hard Liquor. A club mixed with a bit of intellect," Harry whispered on the crook of my neck, fanning the whisk of his warm breath on the most sensitive part of my skin. His sharp smirk gleamed prominently as blood trickled down his cheeks, on the bridge of his nose, and seeped its way into his mouth. I was trapped in my own chokehold of horror, fluttering my eyes inconsistently at the feeling of his breath stroking my nape. • Formerly known as Hard Liquor / H.S. •

~ Contains mature and explicit content ~ "You should smoke more often," I said in the most uninterested yet meaningful way. Harry caught this and turned his view towards me before letting a grin show through. "Mm." He hummed as the rolled-up tobacco rested in between his lips, held by the light friction and pressure of them. He pulled it out once more and blew out the chemical right in my direction, which I was sure was done on purpose. "And why is that?" His cocky grin still shining like the fucking stars. I immediately waved my hands in front of my face to attempt to clear the smoke from my view before I spoke with the utmost sincerity and simplicity. "Because it'll kill you for me." ONGOING #23 hs #31 fandoms