Louis and his four boyfriends {a short story}

July 12

I hate myself.
No wait.
I don't.
I hate Simon more.
And things have to be done so we could live in peace another two weeks.
And other boys next summer could trainee in peace when this douchebag is gone.

Today I made progress, I looked at him like I'm interested in him.
He noticed. Of course he did.
Winked at him.
It worked.
He wanted to talk to me later today. So I'm going to talk to him.
I would do whatever he wants right now, so our plan could work out.
Plan "purple squirrel behind the tree".

Oh the fuck did Niall come up with that. His mind is literally something else.

Tomorrow is finally the big day.