"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...
"You know I love you right?" Harry questions sternly while holding my face. "Yes." I breathe out. "Good because I'm going to fuck you like I don't." ------EXPLICIT CONTENT------
I'm Brie West. I'm a 17 year old girl in the heart of New York City. Recently, I went to a party and met a boy. But this boy is different - he scares me. He's killed people. All he wants is me, and he won't let me go. I don't know what to do anymore. This boy.. This boy is Ashton Irwin.
