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Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik. Harry Styles the outcast has been set up to do a singing project with the four lads.
Will Harry be okay? Love, Heartbreak, Hurt, Death, and tragic things happen i...
Alright, from now on this will be in third person.
Louis instantly froze, nervously looking behind Zayn. He visibly gulped as Liam and Niall finally released from their kiss.
"Hey dad." Lou said nervously, not even blinking.
"Are you friends with two fags?" (Oh my god I fucking hate this word. *Cringe*) A voice growled, causing the 4/5 lads to turn around.
Louis dad growled at the boys and they cowered away in fear.
"So you're friends with fags!" Louis shook in fear as his father's voice escalated.
"Everything alright up there?!" Lou's mum shouted, hoping that her husband doesn't do anything stupid.
"You have two seconds to get out of my house." Lou's dad growled.
The boys just stood there in shock, not knowing what to do. He lunged at Liam and he squeaked and ran off, the rest of the lads following.
Unfortunately for Niall, Lou's dad tackled him. The rest of the lads stopped in their tracks and turned towards him.
"Why are you friends with faggots! I thought I raised you better."
"Dad, everyone is equal! Just accept that."
"No! I want you and your fag friends out of my house or else I'll call police."
"You can't call police on your own son!"
"What son!?"
That was enough to send Louis scrambling upstairs and into his room. He threw all of his clothes, shoes and phone into his bag before descending downstairs.
The lads quickly left after that, hopping into Liams car. It was an awkward silence before Louis broke it.
"Where am I going to stay?"
"You can Stay with me. Like I have an extra bedroom." Harry offered for his distressed friend.
"Are you sure? I don-"
"You're not a bother and you can gladly stay." Harry smiled once Lou nodded in the slightest.
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"Harry are you sure this is okay?" Louis asked his youngest friend for at least the thirtieth time.
"Dude, chill. It's totally fine and if my father tells you to leave, don't do it." Harry shrugged throwing his backpack somewhere.
"Oh, My other friend from Music told us we have another project due December 19th." Louis said, looking at his phone.
"Isn't that the last day before Winter Break?" Hazza asked walking into the kitchen.
"Yup! No where is the guest bedroom?'' Lou asked.
"Next to my bedroom, the second door to the right." The curly haired lad replied.
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Harry nervously sat in his bedroom at an ungodly hour. It was currently 3 in the morning and Harry was beyond terrified for his father's arrival.
The front door slammed shut, startling the young lad. He could reach his hand out and feel the tension.
A few minutes passed, and that's when Harry heard the satisfying door close. He let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding.
It was only that night he'll be lucky.
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Hello lovelies! Took me a while cause my phone is being retarded.
