Duplicity | l.s

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice spoke up from the distant dark corner, nothing seen 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 exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back.

"And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I became a prisoner between his inked arms.

I swallow.

"Because you'll be the one to kill me first."

// Louis Tomlinson is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets him into her 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.

// full credit to happydays1d