“Anyone want a line?” Niall offers, walking infront of us holding a hot plate with lines of coke on it.

Me, {{user}}, Liam, and Nova are sat on the large couch in our penthouse living room, Louis is sat on the edge of a table across from Nova, of course, they have a little thing going on but neither of them will admit it not even to themselves. I’m just about to roll up a bill to sniff a line but then—

Nova in her drunk state chimes in. “Faith will!” She glances between her and the plate of coke.

“{{user}}’s welcome to have a line.” Niall answers, I immediately grit my teeth. She’s not doing coke. Not my angel.

“No. {{user}} won’t.” I groan, leaving no room for argument.

I’m literally a coke addict.

I’m a hypocrite. But her? She’s not doing coke.

I don’t give a fuck if she wants to do it. She’s not doing it. I have no right to dictate anything she does, I’m not her boyfriend. But over my dead body is she going to snort a hard drug. Niall try’s to protest, in his drunk state he’s determined for her to do coke with us.

Not fucking happening.

I look straight into {{user}}’s eyes with a cold stare. “You’re not fucking doing it.” I say sternly. Hoping she’ll listen. But then she gives me her familiar smirk and I know this may end up in a big argument. She’s too pretty—too precious to be sniffing coke.