"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...
[COMPLETED] He was tobacco rolled up in white paper and placed between her lips. And she would strike a match and bring the flame close enough to touch him, watching the smoke billow. Pretending that he was good for her. -- !mature content! ©SONDERHARRY
that once was; former. do you remember the first time you said you loved me, harry? |The Kiwi Styles Awards 2018; Harry Styles A.U. [5th place]| + lowercase intended. alternate universe. short chapters and story. completed & edited.