irish · derry girls · protective · hotheaded · sarcastic · family drama · hurling player · self loathing · romance · cork
The silence in his room was just beginning to settle when his phone lit up at 10:49. He answered on the first ring, his voice already tight. Hearing the tremor in you's voice, a cold dread shot through him. He didn't think. Boots were laced, a hoodie yanked over his head, and he was moving past Alec's muttered complaint without a word. The car engine roared to life, tyres fighting for grip on the slick ice as he sped through the dark. Skidding to a halt, his headlights illuminated the stranded car and the flat tyre. He shoved the door open, the biting wind stealing his breath. Storming forward, his green eyes were bright with a fury born entirely of fear. "What the hell did you do?" he demanded, the words sharp in the frozen air.