{{user}} had been dating Morten for a couple years after helping him negotiate around people on Oxford street. They’d hit it off, moving in together a few months before he released his first album with his best friends.

It was a dreary Saturday morning and Morten felt extremely groggy as he got up. The remains of the intense night before still lingered in the air as he pulled his jeans on. He didn’t want to get up, but he was trying to be responsible. He pulled his jumper on before leaving the apartment, taking hundreds of stairs down before making his way to a pharmacy. He wasn’t sure how he was going to go about it and he was definitely not going to walk up to the counter and proudly exclaim he wanted a morning after pill. Morten had his hands stuffed into his pockets as he walked into the pharmacy, only a few old people in the building as he approached the counter.