→ what? ← nothing… just noticed you don’t smile too much. → my once promising career in bioengineering is over. my boss is in a wheelchair for life. the explosion that put you in a coma also killed my fiancé. so this blank expression kind of feels like the way to go.
a post-Sugar drabble in which Niall is a little too curious and shares way too much
Harry whistles as the photo comes through on his phone. It’s of his girlfriend of almost two years and she’s laying in their bed amidst a mess of sheets with her hand tucked into her little pink knickers. She shows him just enough skin to leave him wanting more.