Wasted Youth z.h

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I have this reoccurring dream where I see a tub filled with crimson red water and an arm with a bloody wrist hanging out of the tub -the thing was though, the person in the tub was me.

I sat up slowly, bring my knees to my chest, my eyes watering. I looked into the darkness of my room, a strip of light coming from under the door. It didn't phase me though. It was probably my brother , Louis, coming home from a college party. Louis was twenty, his boyfriend was sixteen and his bestfriend was the same age as me -eighteen. He talks about both loads, but only one comes 'round -his boyfriend (says the other is always to busy to). "You're gonna wake up your family." I heard Harrys voice then the cling of pots and pans hitting the floor. I sighed knowing I wasn't going to sleep anymore. Not that I wanted to or going to be able to.

"Shh Hazza, you're gonna wake up Nialler." He slurred. Sometimes I wondered how a sixteen year old managed to pull a twenty year old or how he puts up with him. Louis was rad , yes, but he was also a huge douche. At times I felt like he'd rather hang out with anybody, but me. "Are you staying?"

"I shouldn't, but I am." The voice sounded louder, meaning he was closer, probably infront of my door.

"Harry, I love you."

"I love you too baby." Two years of that... now the age difference isn't much a problem, but back when they met, I felt like Louis was kind of a pedophile -only Harry was the one trying to get Louis' attention. Louis was screwed the moment Harry said hi. They met when Harry was fourteen, louis of course was eighteen. Now it's only a month and three days before his birthday.

Tomorrow-well today- was new years eve and our parents were going out of town and there was no doubt in my mind Louis was going to be throwing a party.

I layed back down and stared at the stars on my ceiling, they barely glowed anymore. I raised my arms, staring at the scars, even the dark I could see them, I could feel them. I sighed trying to get my mind off things, but the more I tried to think of something the more I thought of everything that's happened and as the flashbacks ran through my head the tears started pouring.

I wiped my tears furiously, if there was one thing I hated more than myself, it would have to be crying. It made me feel weak, though I know many say it's a sign of true stregnth.

For the rest of the night I stared at the stars.

When morning came around I was climbing out of bed, brushing my teeth, and throwing on a jumper and shorts to cover my scars. My family didn't know anything about me, but in their defense I didn't tell them anything.

I walked down the hall into the dining room, "Morning sweetheart." Mum said , she was Louis' mum but I saw her as my mum.

"Morning." I answered montone.

"We'll be leaving in five, so make sure you eat and clean up a bit alright?" I nodded, but I knew I wasn't going to do either.

"Morning." I heard a cheery voice say -Harry.

"Oh Harry I didn't know you spent the night."

"I'm sorry Mrs. Tomlinson , I should have asked." He apologized.

"No, thats fine, Louis is old enough to make decisions." He gave a small smile, then a hungover looking Louis was coming into the room, only boxers , holding his head.

"Are you hungover Louis?" Mum said a bit aggrivated.

"No..." she grabbed two pans and walked towards him, hitting them together making him jump and groan at the same time. "Okay, Okay, I am."

"So thats why Harry stayed."

"He stayed because I wanted him too and i love him."

"Yeah okay." She said putting down the pans and walking out of the dining room.

"You're mum still doesn't like me."

"Like you or not , she's going to have to get used to you, cause I plan to marry you one day." He said grabbing a piece of toast off the stove. He took a bite. Harry smiled and hugged him.

"Love you."

"Love you too Haz." He kissed the top of his head and I sighed, how come nobody loved me enough to do that with me? "Hey Niall. About tonight. Stay in your room, alright?" I waved him off and stood up. Mum and dad were heading towards the door.

"We're off!" They called out and just like that they were gone.

"Ready to party Haz?" He hesitated before nodding.

"As long as you promise not to leave me."

"I promise. Anyways... I never do."

"Okay." They sealed the deal with a kiss and I walked to my room not wanting to see the couple anymore.

I readied myself for the loud music Louis' was going to playing.

"The wasted years the wasted youth. The pretty lies, the ugly truths, and the day has come where I have died only to find I've come alive." I heard.

And so it begins...

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I just really wanted to write this . I need to finish other stories >.> bare with me. I AM going to finish everything else , don't worry :3 xx