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#14 He finds out your secret :O

Liam: You and Liam were strolling through the night until some girls came up to you and started talking to you. They were wearing stripper clothes. Liam backed away, confused ans shielding his eyes, while you talked to them, laughing and catching up with your friends from last year. Then they turned around and went back to the pub that they came from. "Who was that?" asked Liam. "My friends..." you replied back, unsure if you wanted to tell Liam. "Your friends are strippers?" he asked, surprised. "Yeah...well, I used to be a stripper. I'm not anymore, though." you said quietly. Yep, you felt sure he was going to break up with you. Daddy direction dating a stripper? That was never going to happen. "You what!?" Liam was shocked. Well, you weren't going to lose him this easily. "Please don't break up with me, I-" Liam kissed you, cutting you off immediately. "I think it's incredibly sexy," he told you inbetween a kiss. You smiled into the kiss. The shy Liam was replaced by a very new Liam. "Let's go back to the flat so you can show me your skills," he said seductively. You nodded, and you both rushed back to the flat, all while Liam was telling you how cool it was that you used to be a stripper. 

Niall: You and Niall were having lunch at Nandos. You didn't eat anything, though. You haven't been eating because you were anorexic. "Princess, what's wrong? You aren't eating. In fact, I've never seen you eat in front of me," he realized, concerned. He put down his food and looked at you. "It's okay, Niall. I'm not hungry, I-" "You're never hungry," he interrupted you. "Yeah, well..." you trailed off. Should you tell him, or not? You didn't have to, because he found it out by himself. "Are you anorexic?" he practically whispered. You didn't say a word. He kept going. "I've walked in on you changing and all I saw was skin and bones. I'm scared for you, princess. Stop this, you're beautiful and perfect and...and you don't deserve this. Why are you doing this to yourself? Eat, now," he ordered, pushing a plate of food towards you. "Niall, it's okay. I just need to lose a little more weight. Then I'll eat," you explained. He shook his head. "Eat or else," he demanded. You offer a small smile as you ate a bite. "Keep doing that. I'll go get more!" he exclaimed, happy you were eating. You ended up eating a whole lot that night, and ended up getting over your anorexia after a few months with Niall. 

Harry: You locked yourself into the bathroom to brush your teeth. Why? It was because you had fangs, and you did not want to show Harry that you were a vampire yet. You were in the middle of carefully brushing your fangs when Harry knocked on the door. "Babe, I gotta go!" he exclaimed. "Ho on, I' rushing my eeth," you said, your mouth full of toothpaste. Mmm, minty. "It's an emergency!" he yelled, then added, "You're only brushing your teeth, what's the big deal? No need to lock the door!" he shouted. When you didn't answer, he unlocked the door with the keys, and saw your fangs. "Oh, uh...I'll just go outside," he stammered, and ran out. You spit out the toothpaste, and went to the living room where Harry was, looking quite uncomfortable. "You're a vampire?" he asked. "I'm a little scared," he admitted. "I won't hurt you, Harry. But if you want to break up with me, I'd understand..." you said softly. "No, never. I'll never break up with you, Y/N. Ever. I've never dated a vampire, that's all. I'm scared because I don't know how to treat vampires. What if I accidentally make garlic bread? What if I-" "Just treat me like you always did, Harry. But definitely no garlic," you chuckled, and kissed him.

Zayn: You and Zayn just had a big fight, and you went to your room and started crying. Then, something shiny caught your eye. Your blade.  You used to be a frequent cutter before Zayn, but he never knew. "Why not?" you muttered to yourself and grabbed the blade. You started to go to the bathroom with the blade in your hand, until Zayn saw. "What are you going to do with that?" he asked, wanting to confirm what he thinks. You hid it behind your back. "Very mature. Give it to me," he demanded. You gave it to him, looking at the floor. "Did you already cut?" he asked quietly. "No," you whispered. "Show me your arms," he ordered. You held out your arms. You always wore full sleeves around Zayn so he would never know. He pulled up the sleeves, and after looking at the multiple cuts, he closed his eyes. "Why?" he croaked out. "I'm sorry," was all you could say. He kissed you. "Please, don't cut. You're too beautiful," he sighed. "That's what everyone tells me! I know, okay? It's just something I do when I'm stressed, not when I'm self-conscious. Just a few minutes ago we were fighting, now suddenly you make up with me? Just because I cut? Don't pity me, Zayn," you suddenly snapped. Now it was his turn to look hurt. "God, Zayn, I have no idea why I did that. I'm so stupid, sorry," you said, hugging him. 

Louis: You got a phone call from your ex-boyfriend one day when you and Louis were just hanging out. "Hello? Y/N?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm here," you replied. You guys were still friends. Kind of. "Look, can you babysit Tess for today?" he asked desperately. Tess was your and his daughter. "Okay," you agreed. You could just tell Louis that she was your cousin or something. "Looks like we're babysitting today," you told Louis. "Who?" he wondered. "My d-I mean, my cousin," you caught yourself almost telling Louis that she was going to be your daughter. When she came, Louis noticed right away that she looked exactly like you. "Wow, if we had a daughter, she'd be just like her! Wow, she even acts like you," he stated. "Y-yeah," you stammered. "What's wrong?" he asked, concerned. "Louis, Tess is my daughter. I was pregnant at age 17, and I swear I broke up with him. It's-" He cut you off. "What!? I can't believe you didn't tell me!" he yelled, then went to your room and slammed the door. "Tess, want to watch TV?" you needed a distraction for her. After you set on a TV show, you opened the door. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean that. I kinda got mad that you didn't tell me. I'll treat her like our own daughter," he smiled. "Aw, Lou," you smiled.

A/N: This one was a little hard to write since I have absolutely NO experience with self harm and anorexia and stuff. But if you ever feel the need to self harm, PLEASE DON'T!!!! It's so dangerous, and just a horrible thing to do to yourself. I'm always here to talk to. Just remember each and everyone of you are beautiful! Send requests ppl. I'll take em.