So the speculation about Harry dabbling in drugs fueled by “Carolina” lyrics is built around a fandom invented narrative of how raw and honest Harry is about his gentle tip-toeing to the edge. But anything real or imagined about Zayn and drugs is built around a fandom invented narrative about what a destructive scumbag he is. Ok.
I know how some of y'all are and I know why. This is just an unfriendly reminder that I see you and you disgust me.
You shot up in bed sweating. Peter felt you and woke up immediately too. “Whoa, whoa, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” he questioned. “Take deep breaths, oh my god, what happened?” You did as he advised and took deep breaths. “I had a nightmare,” you uttered. “Aw man, well just lay back down and try to forget about it,” he suggested.
“I can’t, it’s all that’s running through my mind,” you said to him.
Peter then put both of his hands on your sides and went back down to the bed with you. He kept one of his arms draped around you and began to sing the lyrics to Moorage Daydream.
“Keep your electric eye on me, babe. Put your ray gun to my head. Press your space face close to mine, love. Freak out to a moorage daydream, oh yeah,” Peter sang softly to you helping you fall back asleep.