Omorashi, Sickfics, Hurtfics, maybe some others if you request. I don't really do age play and regression stuff. Mostly Niall and Harry Centrics. Some Zayn, Liam, and maybe a few others. I'll try to take requests. (Also, not all are really mature bu...
Hello again! I am back. Maybe a short break, for how dramatic I sound, but well, my life changes a lot. I've been hanging out with friends and I've just been, happier, I guess, lately. Anyways, thank you for coming back for my writing after all the crap I've spat out to y'all.
Here's a request I got earlier today (for my time at least).
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HARRY POV: I wake up with a massive headache.
"Ugh," I groan.
I slowly walk towards the bathroom and dig through the medicine cabinet for some aspirin.
(I AM ELEVEN I DON'T KNOW HOW HANGOVERS WORK (and I really don't want to)).
I take one out of the bottle and head downstairs.
Louis looks angry, and the others look... worried.
Uh oh.
"Where were you yesterday?" he says, in a fake calm voice.
"I-I... uh... I was getting some drinks at the pub, with a friend."
"I WAS WAITING FOR HOURS!"
"I'm sorry! I-I didn't realize how late I was out..."
"YEA RIGHT! AM-am I not good enough for you..?"
"Wha-what? I love you Lou, you know that. I just, haven't seen him in a while so we wanted to hang out."
"YOU COULD'VE AT LEAST TOLD ME! I THOUGHT SOMETHING HAPPENED TO YOU!"
"Lou, I really am sorry, I won't do it again, I promise."
"Yea well guess what, sorry doesn't cut it. We're done Harry. Done."
My heart stops.
"Wait, know, babe, we can-"
"Don't call me that."
I head up to my room. I try to mask my sadness with anger, as I slam the door to my room... and start silently crying.
Then I see a bottle on my desktop...
When did that get there?
I stare at it for a few seconds.
A little more won't hurt.
Before I know it, I've downed a whole bottle of vodka. (16 shots I think, I don't know. You get drunk after like 5-9, right? I shouldn't know this.)
Suddenly, my bedroom door bursts open and Liam comes in.
"Harry get down here! We have to leave for the concert in ten minutes! Are you ready!?"
