A tragedy.

Twenty-three

Sky's P.O.V

I wake up laying next to Mikey on the couch. I get up careful not to wake Mikey. "Where the fuck is Harry?" I start looking around for him. "I gotta get home or his home whatever and take a shower and change" I check upstairs but no sign.

Suddenly someone walks through the front door "oh good morning sky I just went to get everyone some breakfast". I smile "oh okay I was just looking for you haha, What'd you get?"

I walk up to him trying to peek through the bags in his hand. Harry chuckles "i got everyone some biscuits". With that he sits the bags on the counter, I quickly dive in. Harry stares at me "I can't believe youre not having the worst hangover of your life".

I laugh "yeah that stuff doesn't happen to me whoops". Harry rolls his eyes and walks downstairs. A few moments later, I hear a bunch of groaning and footsteps coming from down stairs.

A few moments later a group of drunken hung over boys walk through the basement door.

Mikey automatically comes over to me hugging me from behind "I feel really sick and I want cuddles". I turn and face him sitting my biscuit down. "Okay Mikey lets go to the couch" I take his hand and practically drag him to the couch.

I lay down and Mikey follows me laying his head on my stomach, his legs hang off the end of the couch.I play with his hair to help him fall asleep. "Harry do you know where any aspirin is?"

Harry walks over handing me a pill and a glass of ginger ale. "Thanks I hope Mikey doesnt puke all over me". Harry just chuckles and walks back to the kitchen counter.

I lay the pill and drink on the table beside the chair. I decide to get my phone out of my back pocket and go on Instagram.

As I'm scrolling I feel Mikey roll over on his side and groan. "Harry bring me the trash can hurry" I quickly call out. Less than a minute later Harry is beside me with a trash can in hand.

Mikey leans over and pukes in the can, "Its okay Mikey". I say and rub his back. He continues puking for a good five minutes before it turns to dry heaving.

He sits up and he honestly looks like death. "Mikey here take this" I say handing him the drink along with the pill.

"Thanks sky" he says with a raspy voice. He takes a sip of the ginger ale and puts the pill on his tongue, swallowing almost automatically.

"Fuck my head hurts" he says handing me the can and laying back down on my stomach. I play with his hair till he falls back asleep.

"Sky" I hear wes call "what?" I yell back. "I need attention Im sick" I roll my eyes "I'm coming you eggroll". I walk into the spare bedroom. Wes is spread across the mattress. "Im not sure rather to take being called an eggroll as a compliment or not"

I giggle

Wes puts his hands out to me "come cuddle im sick well hung over as fuck but basically same thing" I laugh " no longer in the forbidden circle are we?"

Wes looks at me with a confused expression plastered on his face."Huh?" I start to laugh harder "last night you got so fucked up I couldn't even come near you bc you were in a forbidden circle"

His cheeks turn a bright red, "whoops heh". I giggle and walk closer to him he takes my wrist pulling me down to him. I nuzzle into his side and he wraps his arms around my waist.

"I hope you feel better when you wake up Wes". He chuckles "so do I sky, hang overs suck ass."
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Hope you liked this chapter. I know it's short but oh well fml.

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