Chiara Daveys is loving a good life in England - if you ignore her constant struggle with food, lack of a guardian and how she's constantly working to pay the bills.
At 17 years old, she's been unaware of her 6 brothers who have spent the 14 years o...
(AN - I'm meant to be revising for my higher biology mock tomorrow Broskis, I have a story.
Yesterday, I got my eyes tested again (I last got them tested in March 2023 and I found out I needed glasses then) to see if I need a new prescription. I got told that my left eye is my worst eye but my right eye is getting worse too.
I BARELY ever wear my glasses. I wear them for like less than an hour a day. I got told by my English teacher to wear them last week.
I GOT TOLD IM GOING TO HAVE TO WEAR GLASSES FULL TIME. I THINK NOT BRO.)
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I wake up from my hangover nap to hear my phone ringing.
Please just piss off.
I slap my hand around my bedsheets, trying to find my phone.
Once I do, I just press accept on the facetime incoming call.
"Oi, Bailey-Boo, the bitch picked up," Josh's voice sounds out of my phone.
"Josh," I groan, "shut the fuck up."
"ChooChoo!" I distantly hear Bailey's voice from Josh's end of the call.
"BooBoo," I murmur, snuggling back into my bedsheets.
A sharp laugh comes out of the speaker and I scowl at my phone, hoping it will just combust into flames in front of my eyes. Then I'll go back to sleep.
"She's hungover!" Josh exclaims.
"I don't like you," I tell him.
"You love me," I already know without looking at the screen that he's grinning cheesily right now.
"Hey whore," Adam joins the facetime, "Chiara why can't we see you?"
"You're blind," I tell him, shutting my eyes again.
"No I'm not," he replies.
"Yes you are, now shut up."
Another phone joins the call. Ryder.
"Why can we only see your ceiling, Chiara?" He asks, causing a groan from me and I can clearly hear somebody (obviously Josh) laugh.
"It's a nice ceiling," I answer, pushing my head further into the pillow when my headache intensifies.
I need paracetamol. Or just death.
"But-" I cut off any argument from Ryder.
"Appreciate the ceiling," I say sternly.
"Bro, don't even try," Adam chuckles.
"Our little baby Chiara is hungover," Josh announces to Adam and Ryder.
"You're already going out and getting wasted?" Ryder scoffs.
"No time like the present," I mutter, fighting off sleep for the sake of my friends.
"Don't go making any new friends," Bailey warns.
"Already have," I lie, "they're called Hosh, Sadam, Pailey and Tyder. They're an upgrade from you lot."
"You heinous bitch," Josh seethes down the line.
"Quiet down, drama kid," I say, rubbing my fingers against my temple.
"Can we go on Snapchat video call, I want to use the filters," Adam whines.
"No," I reply.
"Let ChooChoo rest," Bailey says to the others.
"Thank you, BooBoo," I smile and let the boys see my face for the first time this whole call.
"There she is!" Bailey exclaims when he sees my face, speaking over Josh's fake horrified yell.
"I'm going downstairs for some paracetamol, I'll call you when I don't feel like death," I tell them.
After they all say bye, I hang up and swing myself out of my bed.
I wear a black matching iets frans joggers and sweatshirt set and tie my hair up in a bun on the top of my head, a few rogue curls falling out here and there.
I make my way downstairs, trying to keep my eyes open and not trip down the steps.
I see Harry is in the kitchen with some of the other boys who I don't take notice of, "can I have some paracetamol, please?"
He chuckles, "we don't have paracetamol here, Angelo."
I just stare at him, blank faced. A few chuckles come from behind me but I'm too heartbroken to care right now.
"Do you want some Advil instead, Chiara?" Harry smiles softly.
"I swear that's something from Minecraft?" I furrow my brows.
"No, that's an anvil," Emilio tells me.
I turn around to face him, and find himself, Noah and some brunette dude looking like they're about to laugh at me. Although, Noah looks vaguely ill.
"Of course you'd know that," I mutter.
"Can I have some Advil please, Harry?" Noah asks, looking like he's in the same situation as me.
"I'll also have whatever the hell it is," I sigh and take a seat at the kitchen counter stools.
"It's slightly concerning that you'll just take it because that's what Noah's having. Like what if it was poison?" Emilio speaks up.
"Then Noah and I are both getting poisoned," I look at him deadpanned.
Noah chuckles slightly before wincing, raising his hand to hold it against his head.
He comes over to sit next to me. We both place our heads on our crossed arms.
Then, a glass of water and two pills are placed in front of the both of us. I just take a sip of the water (ew) with the pills, not drinking anymore than necessary.
"Chiara," Noah says after drinking the whole glass in around three gulps, "I don't know if you remember, but that's Alexsei," he motions to the good-looking brunette who's still stood next to Emilio.
I just nod at him and then rest my head back on my arms.
I cannot be fucking arsed for anything right now.
Soon enough, Noah is in the same position as me and the kitchen goes quiet after everyone leaves.
(AN - Not as long as the other chapters but hey, you win some, you lose some.
I'm so ded rn.
Maths mock at BLOODY EIGHT FORTY-FIVE THIS MORNING. I THIUGHT I WAS GONNA EAT IT, BUT IT ATE ME.
