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Niall ended up waking up quite early in the flight. He only got an hour in and saw his boy was looking in an old journal. Louis was whispering to himself what was written on the page.
"petrified eyes and a swollen heart. always fearful of losing someone. pushing others out is the only way you can prevent yourself from getting hurt. it's drowning practically, isolation. thinking turns into overthinking in which that feeds to paranoia and anxiety. the curling of lips and you'll never know if it's forced or fake, some people can pull it off so easy," Louis stopped and thought for a moment, wondering what he was exactly going through when he wrote this.
"This is when I met Liam and Zayn.. I had just gotten out of a relationship and I had been considering helping those two get together.. Now here we are- four years later," the boy rambled to himself, unaware niall was wide awake.
Louis cleared his throat and continued. "Such high hopes for a damaged heart, it's a shock you even consider dating again." as striking as it seems, this very sentence is a surreal truth to others. it becomes such a habit that some people can't even catch that they push someone out of their life. some come crawling back, others dismiss it and move on. it's pure guilt that rushes through you when you push the wrong person out. sleepless nights, insomnia, paranoia and anxiety, all this on top of the fear of losing that one person who could shatter you like glass once again." The brunette paused and looked over at Niall, feeling a wave of pain over him.
"One thought could simply cause this, even a simple "see you soon." people are haunted by memories, fear, and paranoia. some people find comfort in it, though. it doesn't cause an overwhelming surge of euphoria, nor does it even ease into crippling depression. introverts, as many call them. they are wise to who are taken out, even if it is for a small period of time. it could comfort or severely damage you- you choose. 12 April, 2013."
Niall sat there in awe, speechless. He tried to gather the right words to say, but he couldn't. Lou's eyes were welling with tears now, his heart aching of the memories.
It was so long ago, high school. Louis was considered the famous, straight, beautiful footballer in high school. Niall was the quiet one, more observant and always stressed over his grades. He always got super defensive of his friend, Roman, whom was a trans male.
In actuality, Niall was a defender of all those who were LGBTQA+.
Louis specifically remembers this too. Harry used to pick on him all the time because Niall could be quite paranoid. Lou had admired the blonde since they were thirteen, but he never had the bravery to speak to him. One would have expected it to be the other way around, but it was different.
Louis did get teased in middle school and high school because Harry swore his best friend was bisexual. It wasn't because Louis was bi, it was the fact that he ignored his feelings for the blonde until junior year.
Niall never even noticed either. He always wanted to talk to Louis, but he assumed their social groups would ruin each other's reputation. It was like a cage for Niall. He knew Louis was nice by the way Harry talked about him, and he knew Louis was probably dying to talk to him.
"What broke the ice?" Niall questioned, feeling Louis grow tense.
"I couldn't take it," Louis paused and looked at the blonde. "waiting."
"You were scared I would've thought you were an ass because of your status. Because of your rough breakup with El in sophomore year." Niall suggested, yet an eyebrow was raised as well.
Louis breathed in sharply and took his bottom lip between his teeth. He let out the breath and shut his old journal. "I was afraid to talk to you because I didn't want to hurt you," he paused and looked out of the window, seeing the colours outside blending in the sky, "-hurt you like I hurt harry- or get hurt myself."
"But you friendzoned him," Niall said, confused. Louis nodded and brushed the strands of hair in his view behind his ear. "Yes, but it still stung him."
"He motivated me to finally talk to you. He told me how you and Zayn were boxing together and how you told Zee you wanted to "get to know the Doncaster the girls swoon over" and- yeah." Louis laughed, shaking his head. "Otherwise, without those two- I doubt I would've gotten the courage to ask for your number and instagram."
"Anxiety and fear consumed your lovesicken heart," Niall said bluntly, a grin appearing on his face.
The blonde paused for a moment and looked at his boyfriend, seeing the rosy colour on them once again. He couldn't help but chuckle.
"Guess we have the boys to really thank," Niall hummed, sighing happily. "Liam and Zayn wouldn't stop telling me the "Doncaster prince has been gushing over you at practice! the guys keep teasing him and blasting you, and he's protective of you- someone he hasn't talked to!" and i quote." niall laughed quietly.
"Dear god," louis said softly and rested his temple on the irishman's shoulder.
"I hate friends," niall mumbled. Louis soon got up and gasped dramatically.
"How fucking dare you," he snickered sarcastically. Niall simply rolled his eyes. "Sit down, tiny, you'll cause an uproar or knock your head from turbulence."
Louis simply rolled his eyes and sat back down.
The boy's remained silent, hands clasped together simply, breathing quiet, and a soft sigh every now and then. The Englishman keeping his head rested against the irish's shoulder.
Niall thought for a moment, seeing the male beside him fell asleep. His eyes caught a glimpse, seeing the plane was slowly going down. Before he knew it, the London International Airport flashed.
The male decided to pull out his phone and connect to the plane's wifi. He tapped on the colorful icon for Instagram and smirked.
Soon a photo was on Instagram with a simple caption.
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