Everything About You; [Larry Stylinson boyxboy fan-fiction 1D]

11; ~*This is us, This is love, and This is what I call home*~

Oi, Happy late birthday Liam... The reason I'm not so stoked, its because. Everyone said happy birthday to Liam but didn't realise it was the worlds greatest man's birthday, Michael Jackson.. Like wtf, king of pop here? Liam's nothing compared to him.. That's freaking rude and disrespectful, sometimes I don't want to live in this era.. ship me to 2054. God please, but anyways besides that. Niall's birthday is on my dads(: woop,

So  lets do a recap..

Harry and Lou are official,

Liam kissed Zayn.

Eleanor and Danielle are in some deep toot.

Niall, well I don't know bout Niall. I guess he's good?

Make sure to grab your tissues and comfort food, because this is a sad one.

For the hint, the song is by the same artist for the song, from chapter 10.

P.S please make sure to follow me on instagram. Need some major help there. @1derful_dreams thanks mwah xx

~*Zayn's P.O.V.*~

Liam's kiss was filled was intentional bliss, the sweetness of his tongue danced across my lips. Were we technically play cat and mouse.

He pulled apart from the kiss and his beautiful honey brown eyes stared into mine.

"Don't get yourself hyped up mate." He said with a wink, and left me there. 

I ran towards my room and sat there screaming.

Am I gay?

Do I love Liam?

What the hell is happening.

~*Louis' P.O.V.*~

I sat there hiding under my pillow slightly crying to myself.

How could Harry want me to be dead? I thought he loved me, I thought he cared, I thought he loved me.

I looked over to my left and saw a sharp item glistening in the sun, on my dresser. Curious I look over to see what it was.

"A razor? Why the hell is a razor on my dresser?" I say slightly to myself.

My blue eyes gazed upon the metal sharp object, I glanced at my tan skin and smiled to myself.

"If I can't let the pain go away verbally, might as well make it go away physically." I say to myself with a smirk.

I dug the blade down my wrist, my skin started to itch but the blade wasn't even half down. I pressed harder and harder 'til I felt the burst of my skin pop up. I looked down at my work and all I saw was blood, blood, blood; everywhere.