"Smoking is bad, you know," The placid voice spoke up from the distant dark corner, nothing to be seen except for a short silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," Harry murmured, with his own in between his lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley his throat when he sucked delicately. Louis exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to Harrys' eardrums until he eventually senses body heat burning his back. "And why is that?" Louis whispers over Harrys' shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of the curly-haired boy so that he became a prisoner between Louis' inked arms. Harry swallows. "Because you will be the one to kill me first," or Harry Styles is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets him into his most elite-dreamed university. However, when his lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, he comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, he's trapped. all rights to this belong to happydays1d on Wattpad In no way, shape, or form do I take credit for this. I am only making slight changes and making it into a Larry fic, instead of het fic and I am also changing it to the third person instead of first. I might also make a few changes to the wording or grammar, maybe spelling (if it is needed) but this is not my work whatsoever! this contains the following; vulgar language, drug abuse, sexual content, descriptive violence, and mental health please read at your own risk

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