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✧ Struggling to pay rent

Long nights, strange men ✧

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   "Morgan!"

The blonde, beady-eyed man turned around with a tight frown of annoyance etched onto his face. Adriana marched towards him with an angered expression, eyes momentarily glancing around the club and mentally making a note to make sure she wasn't causing a scene. God knows how much Morgan hates being humiliated in front of his own club. She gazed up at him with her perfect brows pulled over her eyes tightly that were glowering at him, her jaw clenching as he stared down at her with a smirk.

"Forget it Adriana, I've already given you your money," Morgan said with a snicker.

"Do you want me to fucking beg? You know why I need more," she muttered lowly, lowering her voice when a couple of strippers walked past and eyed them curiously.

"I can certainly think of many ways you can beg," he suddenly murmured lowly, hand raising up to cup her chin as he stepped closer to her. "It is your side job anyways, right? I'll give you extra."

Adriana wanted to knee him in the groin and punch his throat, but a large part of her was desperate. Cocaine wasn't the reason she needed money. It was something much more urgent and she would do anything for it. She found herself actually contemplating his offer, a part of her wishing she never had to force herself to do something like this for money, while the other part of her was used to it because she had done it with Morgan before for the same purpose.

"Excuse me?"

A deep familiar voice spoke up close to them, Adriana's and Morgan's gaze snapping towards the person who had spoken up. Harry stood there in his favorite Gucci hoodie with his hands tucked into his dark jeans with a tight frown on his face. He was glaring at Morgan who simply smiled at Harry, a fake smile.

"What can I do for you, mate?" Morgan questioned him, while Adriana refrained from rolling her eyes at his fake politeness.

"I would like to speak to Adriana, if you don't mind," Harry spoke lowly, obvious venom hidden emerging in his tone as he muttered.

"She's all yours," Morgan grinned widely, then turning to Adriana and murmuring to her lowly. But Harry heard. "Come to my office when you're done with the shows."

Morgan pulled back and shot her a wink that made her skin crawl, her face holding an emotionless expression as she watched him walk away with her arms folded over her chest. She then turned to look at Harry who had a mixture of emotions etched onto his face. She was able to read his expression a bit, noticing anger and hurt swirling in his eyes as he gazed at her quietly. With a gesture for him to follow her, she began walking down the hallway where the private rooms were situated. The velvet curtains were drawn back and they both stepped in, Harry before her as she pulled the curtains close and turned around to look at him.

"I'm sorry I had to step in, you looked uncomfortable and he looked like a pervert," Harry quickly said before she could speak up.

"Harry," she shook her head, with a light appreciative smile. "You don't have to be sorry. If anything I should be apologizing for not answering your calls and text messages lately."

He folded his arms over his chest, gazing at her expectantly and waiting for her to get on with.

"I needed some space," she started to say, pausing as she pondered on what more to say. Surprisingly, she found herself telling him the truth, partially.

"What happened to me...it brought back unpleasant memories so that kind of made me want to...ignore everything that was going on. I tend to isolate myself whenever that happens. And I know I still shouldn't have ignored your calls and messages even if I was acting like that-"

"No, it's fine, Adriana. I understand," Harry murmured ever so softly with an expression full of pity on his face. "I was just worried that you weren't okay. Also, that you didn't want anything to do with me after what had happened. It's more obvious now."

"It is?" she frowned all of a sudden, having a feeling that he was referring to something else other than the ignored missed calls and messages.

"Yeah, you're seeing your boss tonight aren't you?" he questioned in a bitter tone, making her blink.

"How much of that conversation did you hear?" she asked with an arched brow.

"Just from when he said he could think of ways you could beg," Harry answered shortly, his face holding a tight frown as Adriana felt a mixture of emotions stir deep within her. "I mean; I'm hurt."

"Harry," she murmured in slight surprise at his sad tone.

"I'm hurt because you ignore me for a week, even after I sent you those roses, and then you're sleeping with another guy-"

"I haven't slept with him nor anyone after I met you, Harry," she said firmly. "I'm sorry you're hurt, I never intended to hurt you but if you're hurt because I'm going to sleep with another man, you should remember that we're not together."

"I know that," Harry responded immediately, trying to ignore the odd pang of pain in his heart. "I-I just. I dunno, Adriana. I really like you and I don't want what we're doing right now, to end, even if it is hooking up."

"I don't want it to end either, and it won't," she said truthfully, but he frowned at her.

"You're still going to sleep with that guy, though," he said, making her swallow thickly. "Look, if we're going to continue with this, it should only be me who you fuck, not me and a couple of other guys. Especially since we hook up with each other often."

"You're right, it's just that-" she began to say, but she stopped herself. "It was part of a deal."

"A deal?" Harry repeated in confusion. "Having sex with him?"

"Yeah, I-I'm a part time prostitute," she blurted out, hoping that he wouldn't judge her like every other person does. "I-I need money, Harry and I'm despe-"

"I'll give you money."

"What?"

"I said, I'll give you money, darling," he murmured quietly, stepping forwards and cupping her cheek gently. "From now on, if you need any financial aid just ask me-"

"Harry, I can't take money from you like that," she said with a shake of her head as he grasped her hips to pull him closer to her. "You can't make gestures like this when you barely know me. We're just fuck buddies."

"Then let me get to know you," Harry immediately said, making her eyes widen because everything was going wrong.

"No, Harry, I don't do dating and relationships," she quickly said, the firmness in her tone surprising him but not putting him off. "That's not me at all."

Harry's face immediately fell along with his heart, instantaneously stepping away from her with a sad expression on his face. She realized the effect of her words on him, feeling a pang of guilt but knowing that it was for the better that their relationship doesn't go any further than hooking up. She stepped forwards, reaching up to cup his cheeks and leaning up to press her lips lightly against his. He relished her kiss, feeling his emotions stir deep within him once again as his hands rose to rest on her hips.

"I'm sorry," she whispered against his lips, gazing at his hopeful eyes while she stroked his cheek sadly. "I really like you too, Harry. But it'd be better if we didn't take this any further."

"But why would it be better? You like me too!" Harry almost whined, resting his forehead against hers as he leaned into her touch.

"I'm bad for you, Harry. Real bad. You deserve better so there's no point in even trying with me," she said simply, watching his face contort and head shake.

"No don't say I deserve better, everyone says that," Harry muttered, making her chuckle.

"That's because you do, baby," she said with a grin, the cute nickname and smile making Harry's heart leap in his chest momentarily. "I don't know you that well, but you've got a heart of gold, so kind and pure. I'll only corrupt you and I can tell you that now."

"You're being so dark and deep," he said with a frown, pink lips holding a pout. "So pessimistic."

"That's what I am. Do you really want to deal with that?" she arched a brow at him playfully.

"Yes," he immediately said. "All I know is I want you, Adriana," Harry said lowly, his pale green eyes gazing deep into her brown ones and getting lost in the darkness of them.

"I'm sorry, Harry," she spoke up after a few seconds of silence, making his expression fall. "It's either hooking up, or nothing. I'm doing this because I care about you and I feel that we'll both be better off without dating or whatever."

"I understand," he uttered quietly, upset that she didn't even want to consider what he offered. "But please, don't sleep with that guy tonight, or ever. I'll give you the money you need if you stop this prostitution. You do not have to lower yourself to that level to get what you need, Adriana."

"I was desperate, Harry," she whispered, trying to justify her actions. It wasn't even for the cocaine, which what he probably thinks she was doing it for. It was for something much more important.

"I know, but just let me help you out this one time," he pleaded, making her sigh and nod. "Thank you."

"No, thank you," she said with a shake of her head and a chuckle, making him break out into a cute grin. "You're so kind, Harry."

"Stop," he mumbled modestly with flushed cheeks. "Are you gonna go now?" he then asked with a pout, making her nod shortly.

"Yeah I've got a main show to do," she told him, making him glance down at her outfit, a black bodysuit with a big diamond choker.

"Oh okay, I'll stay and watch," he said with a light smile, making her grin back.

"Really?"

"Of course, Adriana. Your dancing is a work of art, it's so riveting," he told her sincerely, making her cheeks flush wildly as she grinned uncontrollably.

"Harry," she mumbled sheepishly, not used to receiving such genuine, sweet compliments.

She couldn't help but reach up to cup his cheeks firmly and peck his sweet, soft lips, catching him off-guard. He immediately curled his arms around her waist, pulling her into him as he molded her lips over soft ones, relishing her kiss. He felt his heart thudding against his chest wildly, feeling every cell in his body awakening due to her sweet kiss. He knew he was falling for her, he barely knew her yet he was falling for her. He was quickly becoming infatuated with her and the only reason he didn't like it was because he wanted to get to know her better before he could be sure of his feelings. He didn't want to fall for someone he barely knew, it just wasn't like him.

But Adriana had captured his heart in a heartbeat and he never even realized it. She had him hooked onto her kisses and her beauty, her mysterious, alluring personality and the darkness within her. He was like a moth and she was the flame, attracted to the brightness of it without knowing the dangers of getting too close. The unfortunate thing with Harry was that he was innocent, and prone to getting himself into messes he needs help getting out of. So when the time comes, the moth will get too close to the flame, and will get burnt.

"I'll see you after the show?" Harry murmured against her lips when they pulled away a little fro a breath of air, gazing at her with hopeful eyes as she contemplated.

"Yeah, you will," she told him with a smile, making him grin back, quickly ducking down again to kiss her lips briefly again. "Go find a seat and enjoy the show," she whispered against his lips lowly.

"Okay, darling," he said with a nod, making her chuckle all of a sudden. "What?"

"I like it when you call me that, it's cute as fuck," she told him with a grin; making his cheeks flush as he nudged his nose against hers adorably.

"I like it when you call me baby," he murmured to her, kissing her lips again.

"Vous êtes un bébé mignon." You're a cute baby.

"I don't understand, wha-"

"Adriana! You're up in five!" A voice called out from outside the room, causing Harry to flinch suddenly, a pout coming on his lips.

"Bye, baby," she pecked his lips once again quickly, feeling him cup her face to pull her back in for another kiss as she tried to leave.

A small whine was emitted from Harry when she pulled away from his desperate lips with a chuckle, shooting him a smile before disappearing through the velvet curtains that she pulled apart. Harry stood there with a pout on his face, eyes lowering to his feet as his mind pondered for a second. His pink lips parted to let out a small sigh, wishing he wasn't so hooked up on her. Shaking his head free from his thoughts, he headed out of the private room and towards the main stage. He managed to find a seat but it was a bit far away from the stage, nonetheless it gave him a good view of the entire show.

He ordered a gin and tonic while waiting for the show to commence, leaning back and relaxing in the plush, rouge chair as he sipped on it slowly. Suddenly the lights dimmed, red lights illuminating just the stage as all the chatter surprisingly died down. Adriana and another woman stepped out in matching black outfits and thick chokers, hair pin-straight and behind their backs, eye-make up dark enough for people from afar to spot. Cheers and howls rose from the crowd as they walked down the t-shaped stage. There were two poles this time; compared to the single glittery pole Harry saw when he was last at the club.

Harry watched intently as the music began to play and he immediately recognized it, surprised that a more serious, bluesy was being used for pole dancing. It was Make It Rain, the Ed Sheeran cover. The chatter and jeers died down as they began dancing. The crowd was stunned, mostly by Adriana's incredible pole dancing. Harry remembered Stephan telling him about how Adriana had the ability to silence every single person in the room with just her dancing. He told Harry about how normally the men would call out crude names and phrases to any of the strippers who danced on the stage, disrespecting them. But not for Adriana. Her dancing was so phenomenal, every person in the room just had to stop talking and watch.

With strippers, they're often degraded and made feel like they're lower than the men who are paying for them to dance. Adriana often hated that idea, and often thought that she was powerful. She was an inspiration to the other strippers in terms of dancing and just giving off that vibe where she was the one on top. The strippers were more powerful than the men because they were the ones the men lusted after every single night at the Neon Demons, so there was no lie in saying that they were in charge because the men there were vulnerable when they're lustful. Plus, they were fucking beautiful, goddesses whom enjoyed what they were doing, mostly the dancing part, and deserved more respect and appreciation.

Harry felt his feelings grow for her as he watched her dance in awe, unable to believe that he was watching this exquisite woman dancing with utmost talent and passion. Normally, he felt lust whenever he watched her dance, and admiration of course but mostly lust, mainly because the song was usually sensual and it matched her movements. But the song that was being played wasn't sensual, it was dark and sorrowful, which matched Adriana's life in a way, but Harry didn't know that. That night she was a performer, not a stripper, just like every other night whenever Harry was watching her.

"She's a beauty, ain't she?" A deep voice spoke up from beside him, making him snap his gaze towards his right.

The manager, Morgan, was sitting on the chair opposite the small glass table that was situated between Harry's chair and his. The blonde man's glass of wine was set next to Harry's, a smirk drawling on the man's lips as he pulled his hand back after he set his drink down. Harry almost forgot that the man had said something to him, immediately responding when he remembered.

"Yeah she is," Harry said with a light smile, forgetting his distaste for the man sitting next to him once his eyes fell upon Adriana's slim figure dancing in the distance. "She's so talented, it's insane."

"You seem to be showing up here more often after that one night I allowed you to have the first private show with her," Morgan said, ignoring Harry's words as his bright blue eyes locked with Harry's green ones.

"Well, I like the club," Harry responded with a shrug.

"You mean Adriana, not the club?" Morgan corrected Harry, watching Harry grow slightly uncomfortable as he chuckled. "C'mon mate, you don't need to be all shy about it! Almost every man in here is here for her."

"Really?" Harry wondered out loud, making him nod in response with a smirk.

"Word has travelled around that she gives good head," Morgan said suddenly, making Harry tense up. "Plus the fact that she's got a nice, warm cunt."

"Don't talk about her like that, it's fucking disrespectful," Harry snapped all of a sudden with irritation, making Morgan's eyes widen in surprise before a laugh flew out of his mouth.

"Wow, aren't you just every woman's man goals? Respectful and rich, preppy and shit," he snickered as he grabbed his drink and brought it to his lips.

"Women prefer that over assholes like you," Harry shot back, then realizing how rude he sounded so he snapped his mouth shut.

"You keep defending her but you should know she's had every dick in this club in her cunt," Morgan spat, making Harry's face contort with a mixture of emotions. "She's not as faithful as you think she is."

"You're exaggerating, and being disgusting."

"Am I?" Morgan played. "Surely you've heard she sleeps around a lot."

"Yeah so what's wrong with a woman being sexually active?" Harry scoffed, making Morgan roll his eyes.

"That's not what I meant."

"Okay, but she hasn't done it ever since she met me," Harry said in a hesitant tone, trying to put on a façade of confidence, only for it to falter when Morgan let out a snort.

"You sure about that? She had my cock down her throat a few days ago," Morgan said with a snicker, smirking when Harry's expression fell.

"What?" Harry stammered. "S-She told me she hasn't slept with anyone else ever since she me-"

"Key word: slept. She didn't say she never sucked anyone's cock after she met you," Morgan pointed out, making Harry's face grow pale before he continued speaking.

"Look, do you really think she'd stick to what she says when she's desperate for money? You heard our conversation earlier, didn't you? She was ready to spread her legs for me just for some extra cash," Morgan spoke, trying to hide his smirk of amusement when Harry's face contorted with hurt and shock. "It's pathetic really."

"Stop fucking talking about her like that," Harry continued to defend Adriana, despite the fact that he was hurt from what he had heard.

"Still defending her? You're fucking soft," Morgan spat, standing up and adjusting his blazer with his drink in hand. "No wonder she was ready to take me on tonight instead of you. You probably don't even know where to put it."

Just then Adriana's show came to an end and Harry was distracted momentarily by the applause that rose as she gazed at the crowd with a grin on her face. Harry couldn't find it in himself to clap, gazing at her from afar with his heart thudding wildly in his chest as he tried not to cry. He was sensitive, even though a part of him knew that he shouldn't be crying over something Adriana, someone he wasn't even dating, did. Adriana noticed him gazing at her from the distance, slightly confused as to why he didn't have that usual smile on his face whenever he saw her dance.

Harry began walking away, heading towards the entrance of the club with a heavy heart. He couldn't describe the feeling he felt. It was like there was searing pain in his heart as images of Adriana with Morgan flashed across his eyes, making his face contort with jealousy, anger, and hurt. Adriana saw him leaving, a frown immediately etching onto her face as she began walking towards him. She climbed off the stage, emitting a few jeers and catcalls from the men sitting around it but she ignored them and marched forwards. She spotted Morgan chuckling from the corner of her eye, wishing that she could stop and give him a black eye before moving onto Harry but she kept walking.

"Harry!" she called out, watching him continue to walk away from her, pushing the doors open and walking out into the cool night's air. "Where are you going?"

"Home," Harry stopped in his tracks and spoke up, trying not to turn around so she couldn't see his slightly teary eyes. Stop your crying he told himself.

"Oh," she mumbled in slight surprise, frowning while contemplating on whether or not she should go back into the club and let him be, or pester him into telling her what was wrong.

"Yeah, I'm not feeling well," Harry made an excuse, still not turning to face her as her frown deepened, wondering why he wasn't looking her in the eye while speaking.

She approached him, grasping his arm gently and turning him around. Her eyes widened when she saw his glistening green eyes and the expression full of hurt on his face. He looked away, trying desperately to hide his emotions but she could see through him easily, a look of concern and worry etching onto her face as she reached out to grab his cheeks.

"Baby, what's wrong?" she cooed softly, unsure of why seeing his broken expression like that made her heart fill up with worry. She cared for him immensely and she was just beginning to recognize that.

"Don't call me baby," he shook his head, pulling away from her as her brows pulled low in confusion. "You don't even mean it."

"What?" she questioned with a shake of her head. "What happened? Did Morgan say something to you? I saw him talking-"

"You lied to me. You said you haven't been with anyone else ever since you met me," Harry spoke up all of a sudden, watching her eyes widen significantly.

"I did not lie. I was telling the truth," she responded immediately. "What else did that prick tell you?" she demanded, watching his angry expression falter after hearing her firm words.

"He told me that you're not faithful and that you'd get with anyone just for money," Harry now spoke lowly, figuring out that Morgan was lying just by the way Adriana's dark eyes burned with anger. "He spoke so disrespectfully about you, it made me very upset."

"That bastard is just pissed because I told him I wasn't sleeping with him after I talked to you," she told Harry, watching his eyes widen with realization. "Harry, he was lying to you. He's a fucking snake he does it all the time."

"Shit," Harry muttered under his breath, feeling embarrassed and guilty of accusing her. "I'm so sorry, Adriana."

She parted her lips to say something in response, but a loud voice called out from her from behind them, making her snap her head around to narrow her eyes at whomever was calling for her. It was another stripper, one with gorgeous curves and pin straight blonde hair.

"The private shows are about to start! What're you doing?" she questioned loudly, making Adriana ignore her and turn back to talk to Harry. "Adriana! Leave your booty calls for after hours and get back inside before Morgan throws a fit again!"

Adriana rolled her eyes at Candice's words, shooting Harry an apologetic look and saying no more as she walked away from him. A small part of her was pissed that he believed Morgan so quickly, but she could easily find excuses for that such as Morgan was very manipulative and Harry just seemed naïve. Plus, with the general stereotypes of strippers being engraved into men's brains, she assumed whatever Morgan was saying was believable for Harry.

But what she didn't get was why he was crying. Was he that hurt? She wondered to herself as she walked back into the club, following Candice. If the reason for his tears was that he was hurt because he felt for her, then Harry was already in too deep and that worried Adriana greatly.

Harry on the other hand was still stood outside with a mixture of emotions etched onto his face. He was confused as to what he should do at that moment. He didn't know if he should wait for her, and then apologize or that she didn't even want to look at him after he was embarrassingly confronted by the truth. He decided to wait for her, because he felt bad that he believed everything Morgan said and didn't trust her enough. He thought to himself that he should've figured out by now that Adriana didn't exactly confirm the stereotypes of being a stripper, since that was why he had easily believed Morgan because he barely knew Adriana.

Sure she was doing it in desperation for money, and was a part-time prostitute as well as a cocaine addict. But what Harry noticed about Adriana was that she thoroughly enjoyed performing, and she did it well. Her stupendous talent was clearly evident in all of her performances. Plus, the way she carried out herself during her performances and the private shows; or even when she was walking around in the club; was like she was powerful. Powerful in the sense that her beauty and job empowers her and that even though certain people think what she's doing is degrading, it's not to her. But once this façade of an empowering stripper who's so full of talent and potential fades away, the raw truth about her broken, damaged self will be revealed, and no one will see it coming.

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"What the fuck did you say to him?" Adriana demanded as she followed Morgan into her office. It was now after hours and the club was closing. Adriana had assumed Harry was gone, but really he was sitting in his car, still waiting for her.

"Just the truth," he said with a shrug, dropping a file onto his desk and turning around to lean back against it as Adriana stood in front of him with her hands on her hips.

"The truth. Right," she scoffed loudly. "You lied to him and said I slept with you a few days ago. Why? Are you seriously butthurt about me not hooking up with you tonight?"

Morgan narrowed his eyes at her, disliking her attitude instantly.

"I was just letting the innocent boy know a bit what's going to ruin him," Morgan said with a smirk, making Adriana swallow thickly and clench her jaw. "I mean, you were going to sleep with me tonight after all."

"I needed the fucking money, and I was going to tell him that," she hissed at him. "And we're not dating, him and I. We're just hooking up."

"Adriana hooking up with a man more than once. Shocking," he gaped with a hint of sarcasm, while also finding this new information somewhat surprising. Everyone knew about Adriana's tendency to do one-night stands, but not fuck buddies.

"Yeah because unlike you, he actually makes me cum. Hard."

Adriana shot him a challengingly glare to which he clenched his jaw in irritation and narrowed his blue eyes at her. She turned to leave, opening the door before it was slammed shut by Morgan who had quickly come up behind her. Morgan roughly spun her around; his large hands gripping her hips and pushing her against the door. She gazed up at him with dark eyes, lit with anger as her brows pulled tightly over her eyes, hands coming up to shove him.

"You need to fucking remember who's in charge here before you speak to me like that again," he growled lowly, thumbs digging into her hipbones harshly as she sucked in a breath, a hard expression on her face. "I certainly don't mind taking some time to remind you of that."

"I don't need to be reminded thank you very much," she spat with venom in her tone, ready to knee him in the crotch any second now.

"Good, because you should remember that I'm the reason you're not a homeless prostitute," he spoke harshly, then snickering. "Scratch out prostitute."

"And you should remember that I'm the reason this club is fucking successful," she couldn't help but retort, knowing that she was ticking him off as he tightened his grip on her waist with a growl because what she said was true.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, sweetheart," he spoke lowly. "Don't say something you'll regret."

He pulled away from her after his final words, opening the door as they held intense eye contact. Adriana broke it with a huff, marching out of the office. A heavy sigh left her lips as she headed to the dressing room that was empty now since the club was closed and everyone had left. She pulled off the black leatherette harness body chain she had on, then contemplating on whether she should change or just throw a coat on and leave since she was going home anyways. She decided against it and pulled out a Rolling Stones cropped tank top and a pair of black, worn-out jeans with rips in them from her duffel bag, and changed into them.

Her hand pulled her long, dark locks to the side as she tugged the strap of the duffel bag over her shoulder, while walking out of the club. She paused when she looked up and noticed a familiar car parked by the sidewalk in front of the club, squinting and frowning when she recognized is as Harry's Porsche 911. She walked over to it, wondering why on earth was it here when Harry had left. When she came over to the window, she widened her eyes when she saw Harry curled up in the driver's seat dozing off. Her caring nature for him surfaced when she saw him, raising her fist to immediately knock on the glass gently enough to awake him.

"Harry," she called out, watching him jolt awake, blinking sleepily before his gaze landed on his left where she was standing outside of the car.

"Adriana, hey," he mumbled gruffly, rolling the window down while yawning. The sight was adorable, his plump pink lips parting and stretching wide apart as his cute nose scrunched up.

"What are you doing here? It's like 3 AM," she questioned him, watching a sheepish expression etch onto his face.

"I was waiting for you," he told her, making her eyes widen a little. "I-I know you probably thought I left because of what happened with Morgan and everything b-but I wanted to stay and apologize to you."

"Oh Harry," she murmured quietly, finding her heart swell up in his chest at how sweet he was. She noticed that he was dozing off again, eyes drooping.

"You can apologize tomorrow, now move. I'm driving you home."

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∘ so what did you guys think of that chapter? I have some questions for y'all!

≫ What do you think is the real reason she's in desperate need for money? It's not for cociane or rent (as mentioned in the song lyric)

It was also mentioned that harry was a moth and Adriana was the flame. A metaphor that foreshadows what happens towards the end of the book!

≫ Any predictions based on that?

∘ I really wish some of you would answer the questions and comment more because I literally leave so many hints and foreshadowing and ask for your opinions but some people just don't bother. It's really disappointing.

Until we meet again...

thiora ♡