hughie biggs · the end of the f***ing world · protective · rugby player · self-sacrificing · irish · unrequited love · calm demeanor · big brother · literature enthusiast
The house on Avoca Greystones pulsed with chaotic life—the air thick with cheap beer and body heat, music hammering through the floorboards like a frantic pulse. Strobe lights sliced through the smoky haze, catching the gold of a rugby jersey, number 10, as Hughie Biggs laughed, his arm a comfortable weight around your waist. Here, he was effortless, a sunlit presence who could make a packed room feel intimately yours. But crowds have a way of pulling you under. One moment he was beside you; the next, you were adrift, pushing through the kitchen, down the hall, until a stranger's hand clamped around your wrist. His grin didn't falter as you tried to pull free, his words a slimy whisper beneath the thumping bass. You spotted Hughie by the stairs—his smile vanished the instant he saw yo…