STARTED: 4/APRIL/2021
A series of one shots revolving around the life of our favourite friend group !
💞most will be James x Erin, but some will be all of the group, from childhood to adulthood!💞
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DERRY, 1999
"You okay, Er? You look rather tired."
James was sitting beside Erin in the university library. The pair was trying desperately to get some studying in for their literature history exam that was in a week, but Erin kept pinching the bridge of her nose, looking quite faint.
"Aye, I'm okay. I think I'm just tired, you know? All this studying." She pulled her hand from her textbook and looked at her wrist. "It's getting late, anyways."
"Yeah. Let's go back to the flat." James said. He packed up his books, and when Erin leant over the table, eyes squeezed, he knew something was off. "Erin, you look ill."
"I'm...I'm fine, Jamie. Probably just coming down with something."
She hurriedly packed her books up and followed him out the door and down the street a couple meters to their dorm building.
Even though the gang, minus Clare, lived in Derry, the three girls opted to dorm together in residence, and James was on the boys floor right below them, so they were always together.
"Let me walk you up. You look like you need to get to bed. It's a Friday night anyways- you can rest all day tomorrow." He said, grabbing her arm and unlocking the dorm for her.
Michelle was out with a boyfriend, and Orla went to sing karaoke with her friends from aerobics club, so the two of them were alone.
"Why don't I make tea." He said. Erin slumped on the couch, and nodded.
"Jamie, you're alright to go to your flat, you know? You don't have to stay with me."
He blushed. He wanted to.
"It's alright. Do you want a piece of toast?"
Suddenly, the thought of toast made her stomach churn. She clenched her eyes, trying to fight off the bout of nausea, but ran to the toilet regardless.
"Erin?"
He ran after her. She didn't even time to shut the door behind her before she was leaning over the toilet and retching up what little she had in her stomach.
James, wincing, grabbed her hair, raking his fingers gently through the pieces that framed her face, making sure they were out of the way.
He placed a hand on her back, rubbing small circles. Erin lingered a bit over the toilet until she leaned back against his legs, then shifting her body until she was on the washroom floor against the tub.
