Disclaimer : the things written in the burn book in no way represent my thoughts, ideas or beliefs.
“Are you crying?”
“No I’m not crying, what do I look like to you? A sissy?”
“I mean, there was some seriously messed u….”
“Harry!”
“Oh my God.”
“Harry!”
“Does he honestly think you’re going to talk to him?”
“Shut up Niall.”
“Harry!”
Running up to Harry I grabbed him by the arm and turned him around to face me.
“Harry.” I breathed.
“That’s my name.” Harry muttered, pulling his arm out of my grasp.
“Are you okay?” I questioned.
“Oh yeah I’m peachy.” He laughed.
“You know none of that stuff is true right?” I sighed, “All of you?”
“I don’t know Ashton,” Zayn spat, crossing his arms over his chest, “Maybe you should tell your wedding guests to clear out, who knows maybe I’m planning to bomb the place.”
“Zayn.” I whispered, “Come one.”
“Do you honestly think I would pretend to be gay, make my life a living hell. Just so Louis won’t hit me?” Harry snapped, “That makes a lot of sense Ashton I’m a straight guy, pretending to be gay who’s pretending to be straight.”
“Harry I didn’t.” I assured him, “I promise.”
“You’re so full of shit!” Harry cried, shoving me.
“Harry.” Liam warned.
“I’m tell you the truth!” I shouted, “The only one of you I wrote about was Niall….”
“Thanks a lot ass hole.”
“…..But all of that other stuff was Micha…..”
Before I could finish a fist was coming towards my face and then I was on the ground. Blinking rapidly I moved my hand up to my nose and winced as my fingertips came away sticky with blood.
“Zayn!” Liam yelled.
“You know what, fuck you guys!” I cried rising to my feet, “That book was from high school! Move on!”
“Fuck you.” Ashton Niall spat.
“No fuc….”
“Hey!” Louis interjected, “Why don’t you both go fuck each other!”
Cupping my nose I fell silent.
“Yes, that book was shitty.” Louis continued, “But we’ve all done shitty shit. I mean, Harry was his wedding really the place to bring it up?”
Frowning, Harry looked down.
“And Zayn, punching him, for real?” he sighed, “You ruined his shirt. That book was cruel and stupid and ignorant and only a complete jackass would write it, but it was written a long time ago.”
“I’m sorry.” I muttered, “For what I did write in that book.”
“I’m sorry for reading it at your wedding.” Harry mumbled.
“I’m sorry for punching you.” Zayn spoke up.
“I’m sorry.” Michael’s voice said from behind me, “To all of you. It was me, and Cal, and uh… Luke who wrote it. And Niall… you had two pages. I’m sorry I called you a secret gay sex addict with an obsession with me….. And I’m sorry I didn’t invite you to my birthday party in eighth grade. But in my defense it was a pool party. And I thought you were gay I didn’t want a bunch of kids walking around you shirtless.”
