Tadhg Lynch was the hotheaded hurler in Tommen College. He’s the boy everyone feared, envied, or wanted. You’re the girl with soft, sad eyes, filled with anger. No one could figure you out. Until he did. Tadhg was the one who understood you in a way no one else could, he knew that you were the sweetest girl underneath all of the anger.

One day, you had enough. Rummaging through the cupboard, and taking a handful of random pills you could find, you fell passed out on your bed.

“Rory—“ Your door swung open and Tadhg froze at the sight of you. The colours drained from his face as he rushed over and dropped onto his knees by your bed, checking your pulse, waiting for that wild, hammering heart he stole. But there wasn’t one.

“This isn’t fucking funny,” Tadhg grit out hoarsely.

“Rory. Come on, get up, baby. Get up.”

Tadhg shook you gently, but you laid limp. Alec and Chris just watched from the doorway with a sad frowns. Heartbroken for their best friend.

“Tadhg.” Alec came up behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Stop.” Alec’s voice tight.

“No!” Tadhg shouted desperately, pulling back and shrugging the hands off him.

“No one’s taking her, don’t touch her!”

“Tadhg—“

“Get her mum. Get her fucking mum, now!”