Addict - mattia polibio

made you look p1

When Robert was 11 years old, he went on a family vacation to Jamaica.

He quickly discovered that he hated the ocean... but fucken loved virgin pina coladas...

Up until that moment, Robert had a relatively good life. I mean, life wasn't amazing, but it's not like he fantasized about killing himself.

It was good enough he was popular enough, smart enough the only thing that was like, actually amazing was Desiree. Desiree was like a dream, like, gorgeous, like, really nice. Like, the kind of girl that would text him every night before bed and say sweet dreams.

And the kind of girl that would meet him outside of school every morning just to make sure she could hold his hand as they walk down the hall. He could never figure out why Desiree chose him, what Desiree actually like or loved about him, he just knew it felt really good.

Whatever. It didn't matter. It's better not to jinx these things

During his Eighth Day stay on that stupid island, robert drank 72 virgin pina coladas. He was in heaven. And then he got home.

"Oh my god what happened to you" alejandro told 11 year old robert.

When Robert left for Jamaica he was 107 pounds, when he returned he weighed in at a whopping 127. Despite being 5-4, which was decent for his age, his body was not prepared to house the extra 20 lb. It was noticeable. Robert did his best to minimize the Fallout

He put a zip up on and one around his waist.

He walked up to Desiree off the bus.

"Your wearing two sweatshirts?"

"No"

At least Desiree didn't make a big deal out of it. That's why he liked her. She didn't care about what people thought. She liked him for whatever reason she did, and 20 stupid pounds would change that.

Until fourth period.

-im breaking up with you- Desiree wrote on a note and slid it to her

It wasnt even in desires handwriting. It was in derick Trujillo's.

Whatever.

Fuck her. fuck him.

He didnt actually love desiree. He was 11 and when you're 11, you fall in love with, like, everyone and everything.

It's not real love.

Real love is when you cant exist without someone. When you'd rather die then be apart, and the whole world goes dark, and nothing else matters but the person standing in front of you.

After the breakup.

Robert starved himself in despair and self confidence.

He was too big. Now he was too skinny but that's how he'd rather be.

The summer before high school he be started writing fan fiction. By the years end, he had become one of the most prolific smut writers in tumblr.

He was knows for his AU crossovers. And his consistent NC-17 ratings. But what made him famous was his famous story, "the first night", a 7,000 word fic thag was largely credited with starting the "Larey Stylinson" conspiracy theory. That harry styles and Louis Tomlinson of one direction were secretly fucking.

It's the first night of the take me home tour. Louis was unusually nervous. His mouth was dry, palms sweating. When suddenly he felt Harry's body heat against him. (Accent) "I got something that can calm you down louis".

With 72 hours of publishing "the first night" it had garnered 184,265 notes, and 3 weeks later robert had amassed over 53,000 followers. He had become extremely popular, online.