daring to fake it all // lourrie

one

"The hardest part wasn't losing you. It was learning to live without you." -Unknown

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It had been a very uneventful day of school. For it being Perrie's last day, it was majorly blowing. She had no classes with Freddie and though she'd hate to admit it aloud, she loved to be with Freddie. Freddie was her best friend, after all.

After her mum died, she didn't really have anyone left aside from him and Louis. She hardly ever saw Jade and her friend, Leigh-Anne, was hardly a friend. They were more like acquaintances.

Leigh-Anne was a beautiful girl, of course. When Perrie had went through her gay phase, she had a major crush on Leigh-Anne. Eventually Perrie realized she liked dick more and should leave the gay to Freddie.

"Hey, Perrie? There's a party at my house tonight if you and Freddie would like to come." Leigh-Anne gave Perrie a proposition.

Perrie was flattered of course, but still turned down the offer, "Thanks, Leigh, but parties aren't really my thing. Freddie will definitely go, though."

Leigh-Anne nodded in understanding. Perrie really was antisocial and she hardly ever left the confines of her house for anything other than school or a tutoring session. It had become Perrie's goal after the death of her parents to graduate and go into the field of criminal justice. She couldn't simply be an attorney if she had bad grades and so school was a top priority for her. School had become her life and Leigh-Anne could respect that.

Finally the school bell had rung and Perrie was a school graduate. Nearly. The graduation ceremony was tomorrow. She could hardly wait to get out of this dump. She met Freddie out by the alley across the school as he smoked with his boyfriend, Owen.

Owen was a nice guy. A bit of a dick at times, but that's what Perrie liked about him. He wasn't the smartest crayon in the box, but he did okay. He had already graduated last year and he and Freddie had been an unofficial thing for a while. It was only two weeks ago that they became official. Owen wanted to wait until he came out to his dad before officially becoming boyfriends with Freddie. Perrie could only commend him for that. That took guts.

"What's up, princess?" Owen asked, blowing out a puff of smoke as he noticed Perrie's presence.

"Graduating. What about you, dickweed?" Perrie smirked, throwing her backpack on the concrete next to Freddie. She slid down the wall and sat next to her cousin, taking the fag in Freddie's mouth and taking a puff.

Perrie wasn't much of a smoker, but she dabbled from time to time. It was in her genes after all. She was a Tomlinson. Technically a Roche, but still a Tomlinson nonetheless.

"Hey shorty." Freddie said, shaking the hair on Perrie's hand.

Perrie caught his hand, throwing it down and retorted, "Don't even. You are the same height as your father. You're not even five-nine."

"Ouch. That really hurt." Freddie faked hurt, holding his heart as he flicked cigarette ashes on the ground.

"I've been bruising your masculinity for eighteen years already. Why stop now?" Perrie pondered.

"What masculinity?" Owen commented, throwing his fag on the ground, stepping on it.

"Touche." Perrie said, laughing as Freddie tried to claim that he was masculine.

"Keep dreaming, fairy. Now get up. We have to head home." Perrie said, grabbing Freddie's hands and pulling him up on his feet.

As Freddie kissed his boyfriend goodbye, Perrie grabbed her backpack, walking to the car. Freddie soon caught up with her and put the car in drive, pulling out of the school parking lot.

When the two got home, both of them immediately ran up to their bedrooms, closing the doors.

"Hello to you too, kids!" Louis scoffed, yelling up the steps from the second level. The kids had pushed past him to get to their rooms.

Louis didn't mind, though. He was used to this behavior. They were teenagers, after all and there was nothing they were doing in their rooms that he hadn't done in his youth.

He had done it all. So much so that if he admitted it aloud, his mother would be rolling in her grave. Jesy too. Jesy being the great older sister that she was never liked to admit that her little brother wasn't innocent. It broke her to think that she couldn't keep her brother from corruption. So much so that Louis couldn't bare to tell his sister anything but the good.

Louis thought about Jesy a lot these days. Though Perrie never knew it, she was adopted. Jesy and Jake had seen her in the hospital when Jade split her head open on the concrete and went in for surgery. They saw Perrie in a window of babies and instantly knew that she was going home with them. She was unclaimed. Apparently, she had been left in front of a firehouse and a firefighter brought her in. As the baby had no name, Jesy named her after Steven Perry. Thus Perrie became part of the Roche clan.

Jesy and Jake never told Perrie that she was adopted. Only Jade and Louis knew. Jade had been so close to telling her many times, but Louis always talked her out of it everytime. Louis didn't want Perrie to feel betrayed. Louis wanted Perrie to be as happy as possible. She was his little girl and when she was sad, he just couldn't deal with it. It was quite selfish, of course, to keep this secret from her for his own reasons, but Louis always thought he was doing Perrie a favor.

He always thought he was doing her a favor until she found out and started hating him.