oliver had lied. he’d lied to felix about everything. about being an only child, about his dad dying, about his mums addiction, about everything. felix had every right to be pissed.

you’re sat on the floor, felix sat on a bench above you. you’re snorting coke as you chat at oliver’s birthday party. felix is making oliver go home tomorrow.

as you wipe your nose, you hear a voice behind you.

“felix.” the yorkshireman says, “felix can i please talk to you.” he stands in the doorway. “you can’t ignore me forever.” he croaks.

“i can try.” felix smiles bitterly.

“felix-” oliver sighs.

“look. i’ve tried being nice so can you just fuck off and bother someone else?” felix snarks.

you look at felix, the usually happy, puppy-like boy acting awfully rude to his friend. you know what happened, you know how fucked up oliver is, but felix has to right to be so rude.