Always Hurting (One Direction Story)

A Second Chance?

Hey awesome people! Here's chapter eight! LOVE YOU GUYS!!! :D

WARNING: Self harm

Louis's POV

I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, feeling like total shit. Lately I've been waking up every morning feeling like shit, but today, it was a different feeling. I sat up in bed and a wave of dizziness came over me. What the hell is going on? That's when I noticed the nearly empty bottle of vodka on my dresser, and memories from last night came flooding back. I had drank to feel better, then Niall had come in, he told me we have an interview which I definitely do not feel like going to, and we talked about something else but I can't remember what.

Suddenly, I felt sick and I ran into my bathroom just in time to puke into the toilet. Then I laid down on the floor, feeling to sick to walk back over to my bed.

I guess I fell asleep for a bit, because I woke up to see Niall standing over me, yelling at me to wake up and get ready for the interview before we're late.

"Go away," I moaned.

"I see you're feeling better," he said sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes. "Not only am I depressed, but now I'm hungover too."

"You should never drink to forget your problems."

"I've realized that."

"But good news, I cleaned off my carrot costume, as you called it last night," he said with a laugh.

"Carrot costume? What's that?"

"You seriously don't remember? Do you remember anything that happened last night?"

"Not really..." I vaguely remembered something happening that involved carrots.

He suddenly looked concerned. "Well, do you remember what you told me about Brandon?"

I froze. Oh shit... I told him, didn't I? I told him when I was drunk and wasn't thinking straight, now Brandon is going to find out and come after us, after I tried so hard to keep it a secret. I'm so stupid... sooooo stupid...

I quickly stood up, ignoring the dizziness. "Niall, please don't tell anybody!" I begged frantically. "I was supposed to keep it a secret, don't tell anyone else, he's going to hurt me, please!"

"Um, why not?" Niall didn't seem worried. "It wasn't that big of a deal. Things happen."

"What do you mean? It's a huge fucking deal!"

He stared at me confused, and that's when I realized, he didn't know.

 "Wait, what exactly did I tell you?" I asked.

"Brandon came over and tried to kiss you, you guys went upstairs, you took your clothes off, then you puked all over me."

"So I didn't tell you what happened after that?"

He shook his head.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness. We were safe...

"So, what did happen?" he wanted to know.

"Well... he took his clothes off too, and I just couldn't resist, I told him I wanted to do it, so we did. That's all that happened." I hoped he would believe my story of bullshit.

"If that's all that happened, why did you want to keep it a secret?" Niall asked. "And why did you say he would hurt you if you told me?"

"Um, I meant Harry would," I lied. "I don't want Harry to find out the whole story, he might get angry and hurt me." I knew Harry would never hurt me, even when he's mad at me. I knew Brandon would be proud of the act I'm putting on.