Hi! Update time! There is a possible trigger in here but please do not be triggered! You are all extremely beautiful and wonderful people, and you all are worth it. Trust me, if I stay up writing for you guys (everyone knows I'm like Zayn, I love to sleep) then you all are definitely worth it. Otherwise: enjoy!
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"I'm sorry if I say I need you, but I don't care I'm not scared of love. 'Cause when I'm not with you I'm weaker, is that so wrong, is it so wrong, that you make me strong?" Louis sang to himself in his room while writing down the lyrics into a lyric sheet.
He makes the words in a different colors and fonts, and once he was finished, he drew a tiny heart with the initials L+H. He then smiled and put the lyric sheet away in his dresser of other lyric sheets, song ideas, and journals.
Just as he was getting ready to leave his room to see Harry downstairs, he wonders why he would go downstairs; why Harry would want to see his face.
Louis' expression slowly faded into a frown and he walked into his bathroom, sitting on the toilet lid and shaking his leg. 'Why did I have to be born ugly?' He thought, 'why me?'
So Louis did the only thing he knew how to do when he was self conscious or insecure; punish himself for thinking securely for a tiny moment.
He reached in his bathroom cupboard and felt what he was looking for. The razor.
He got it online, a special one that was thick and big. He loved it. Too much.
With a firm grip, he took the blade and gave a slash to his stomach, repeating this action various times.
(I'm sorry but please, never do this, it isn't worth it. Anyone who has done it or wants to do it or is currently doing it and wants to talk, please feel free to pm me:)
Once he was done hurting himself mentally and physically, he put the blade away and weakly headed downstairs to see Harry typing vigorously away on his computer.
"Hi Haz," Louis said, walking up behind him and resting his chin on his should while looking at the screen in front of him, "what're you doing?"
"Sending a tweet to someone." Louis raised his eyebrow and looked at Harry suspiciously.
"You look a little mad Harry." Louis commented, and it was true, Harry's nostrils were slightly flared, his face was flushed, and if looks could kill, the computer would be dead.
With his teeth clenched Harry started typing faster, responding with a quick "I'm fine," and sending the tweet out to the someone.
"Harry, what's going on? You look pissed."
"I'm not." He says, teeth still clenched.
"Let me see the tweet."
"Louis, no."
"Harry, let me see it!" Louis insisted, now getting angry himself.
"Louis please." Harry pleaded. Louis just shook his head and grabbed the computer, eyes widening when seeing the tweet Harry had made.
Right there in front of Louis was one tweet, one simple tweet, that changed everything.
To Modest Management: I'm done. I'm tired of seeing pictures of me and Taylor fake dating. I don't like her! I don't like her or any girl! I'm gay! And I'm in love with a guy! So there, now I can't be and won't be with Taylor, or any girl for that matter, not if you respect me as a client and human being. Sorry... not sorry.
~Harry Styles
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Meanwhile, Zayn and Liam were sitting in Liam's room, talking about nothing and everything.
"Favorite color?"
"Mmm... red?"
"Movie?"
"Toy Story."
"Favorite celebrity?"
"Um, I don't know, Louis Tomlinson!" Liam laughs, earning a disappointed look from Zayn that Liam didn't catch.
"What member would you date out of the band?" Zayn asks, sounding like an interviewer.
"You." He says, looking straight at Zayn. Zayn rolls eyes and ask a question he's always wanted to hear.
"If you could choose any person in the world to date and possibly marry, who would it be and why?" Zayn asks inquisitively.
"Yet again, y-you." Liam answered with his voice partially trembling of worry.
"R-really? Why?"
"Your smart Zayn. Y-your beautiful and nice and would never-never ever- hurt a living being. I love your ey-eyes and your voice and hair and, just, y-you.... and I'm sorry I'm s-stuttering but I can't help it because I'm l-literally talking to the greatest person in the world. Your a-amazing and anyone who can't see that, well, they're pretty c-crazy. I um, I k-kinda love you Zayn." Liam finished, his eyes darting to the ground where his feet were, then looking at Zayn's mixed, happy and confused, facial expression, then looking at his shoes again.
"I uh, really? I just, I can't believe you... you really...? I don't know what to say I just, I love you too Liam." Zayn said, taking Liam's hand and squeezing it. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
" I-I was scared I guess. Why didn't you um, t-tell me?"
"I guess I was scared too."
"I'm still scared Zee." Liam says sheepishly, laying his head on Zayn's chest as they laid down together.
"I am too LiLi. That's why, for now, maybe we stay on the down low?" Zayn suggested.
"Are-are, are you emb-barassed of being seen with me?" Liam asks with his chocolate brown puppy eyes pooling with tears.
"No no Liam! Definitely not that, I'd be so, so so proud to be seen with you!"
"Then what is it?" Liam asked.
"Management. We still have them. They'll never let us be together."
"True." Liam sighs, turning his head away from Zayn.
"But hey!" Zayn says, gently pulling Liam's chin towards his face, "we can be a secret."
"So does that mean we're... d-dating?"
"Would you like to Li?"
"Like to be your secret boyfriend?" Liam asks with a sassy tone.
"It'd be an honor!"
"Well, since you insist... of course I will Zayn." Liam smiles.
Aaaaaaa the ships, the feels, the fangirl moments!
Dedication: Larry_Lashton because she's fabulouis and actually TEXTED me after I texted her, which I did not at all expect her to respond! She's and amazing writer so readers; check her out!
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