"I'm a bit bipolar. " She whispered slowly. He took a long drag out of his cigarette.
"And why is that? " He asked as the smoke left his mouth.
"On somedays I'm more Zella Day, on others I'm more Lana Del Ray." She smirked crawling closer to him.
P.s the story is like this for a reason, some lessons will be learned and shit
WARNING: CONTAINS INCEST, SEXUAL CONTENT ,DRUG USE, VIOLENCE, POSSESIVE AND OBSESSIVE HARRY. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE BECAUSE YOU ARE WARNED BEFORE READING. DON'T COMMENT ANYTHING LIKE " EW " OR " THIS IS GROSS " BECAUSE IT WILL BE DELETED BECAUSE OF THE STUPIDITY OF NOT READING THE WARNING. BELIEVE IT OR NOT OTHER PEOPLE DO ENJOY READING BOOKS LIKE THESE SO DONT RUIN IT.
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