❝no ashes are lighter than those of incense, and few things burn out sooner❞ -walter savage landor "What's that smell?" I ask. He turns, revealing a small flame. "Incense." "Hmm." I quirk an eyebrow. "Why?" "It masks the other scents." I sniff lightly; nothing but the bitter sweet smell again. "What scents?" "The blood." ᶜᵒᵖʸʳᶤᵍʰᵗ - ᶠᵃᶰᵈᵒᵐᵃᶤᶰ ᶜᵒᵛᵉʳ - ᵇʸ ᶰʸᶜᵗᵒᵖʰᶤˡᶤᵃᶜ_

❝He loves the job. It's extra money on the side and keeps him on his feet. It's also an excuse to follow you around, missy. He loves doing that.❞ I notice his fists clench, knuckles turning white. "Haz, don't." "Don't what?" "You don't want to hurt anyone." "Don't I?" His gaze drops to Ray's, eyes narrowing. "Don't I, big man?" Putting my hand in his arm, I feel the taut muscles. "Babe." But he ignores me. With one swift movement, he pushes me behind him while simultaneously sending his right fist forward. It hits Ray right in the nose, and blood splatters all of our clothes. I look at Harry in horror. "I'm sorry," he says. ᶜᵒᵖʸʳᶤᵍʰᵗ - ᶠᵃᶰᵈᵒᵐᵃᶤᶰ

Jade has lost everything. One trip to the boardwalk during the off-season led to the tragic death of her best friend and not-so boyfriend Tom. His life had ended because of a dare, and Jade thinks it's all her fault. The only person able to convince her otherwise saw the whole thing. Harry had everything he ever wanted. As the one witness to the accident, he felt the need to be involved in the rest of Jade's well-being. At least, he was for the press. After all, the image of his band was everything, and this was an opportunity to make it right again. Jade was just a girl. That was until he realized all the things he had never amounted to what she had to offer, and that the everything she so longed for laid inside him. "Why do you care so much, Styles? You can have any girl you want, why me?" "I don't want to just want a girl, Jade. I want to need them. And I need you more than anything else."