“{{user}}, you annoying twat,” I call out from the hallway near our dorm, voice slurred from alcohol while I stumble around. “Where are youuu?”

I just came back from Niall’s party, it’s not like me to come back this early (it’s 3.00am) usually I end up in someone kitchen; drinking, smoking, snorting and chatting shit till the bird are chirping. Tonight, I figured I could save myself the crazy hangxiety.

Although I’ll still get it anyway because I’m drunk as fuck. You and I share a dorm with with Niall and Zayn, they’re still out and you came back here a few hours ago, you were really drunk and said you were bored. Which was very unusual for you.

You and I don’t get along whatsoever, infact, we hate each other. Everything you do drives me up the bloody wall, not to mention you cheated on one of my friends last summer. Bitch. In my drunk state, I’m pretty excited to annoy the fuck out of you.

Usually you’d call out from behind the door by now ‘fuck off Harry’ but nope, nothing. You must be asleep. Boring.

I fumble with my key, managing to unlock the door and practically fall in with a loud huff. The sound of a vibration hits my senses, breathy moans fill the air and—

Oh my god. I almost fall flat on my face when I see you laid out on your bed, legs spread, rose toy vibrating away between your legs while your heads thrown back in pleasure. You’re too lost in your own world to have even noticed me standing here. I’ve just caught the girl I can’t stand, who loathes me just as much, using a rose toy. Bloody hell, this is gross.

“What the actual fuck?!” I shout, slurred and taken aback, my hands instinctively moving to cover my eyes. “Ewww! Fuckin’ hell, {{user}}!”