Two of Us // l.s

Blood Brothers

Hello again my darlings,

So, I open my laptop and...

I have a small panic attack when I see how many views I've gained it just a few hours. You guys are so amazing, I love you all so much.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter, it's one of my favourites. It's longer than most of my chapters because I just had so much to write. I've had the idea in my head for so long and it finally feels like a good time to put it to paper so yeah here it goes.

Thanks xx

WARNING:

 THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DESCRIPTIONS OF SELF HARM! AND MAY TRIGGER SOME READERS! SO PLEASE CONSIDER THAT BEFORE READING!!!

Louis POV

I was on my phone for hours until I finally made up my mind.

After every google search, every article, I hereby declare I, Louis William Tomlinson homosexual. (That sounded like the smartest thing I had ever ever said)

It felt like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders, it felt like I could finally be myself. However, I truly didn't know if I could be who I wanted to. What would management say? What would my Mam say? What would my sisters say? What would the boys say?

I'm pretty sure Harry would be ok with it, I mean he was the one who made me come to the realization that I was gay, surely, he was too.

I felt so excited, I was a new me. Well, I was still the old me, just now I knew the truth. Now I knew why it never felt right with girls. I knew why I never got turned on by normal porn. Why I didn't feel anything with Hannah Walker.

It was the exact opposite with Harry, I felt everything. I could almost feel myself getting hard just thinking about it.

I needed to tell someone; I couldn't keep it to myself.

Zayn, it had to be Zayn. He was my Best friend, we had gone through so much together, I told him everything. Plus, Zayn gives really good advice, even though he may look all tough and mean, he's actually a real softie.

I walked over to his room and opened his door. Knowing I didn't need to knock, as I said, me and Zayn were really close.

However, I was quite shocked to see what was going on inside.

"Louis- err... Vas happenin?" he stammered, scissors in hand, doing quite the job at his wrists.

I sat down on the floor next to him, I gently picked up his arm. He winced. Little red cuts were placed all the way from his wrist and up his forearm. Blood everywhere. I reached over to the bedside table grabbing a couple of tissues.

"Zayn, I thought you stopped this, we promised each other." I whispered; I could feel the tears forming in my eyes, as I cleaned his wounds.

"I just felt like it I guess," he swallowed the lump in his throat "C'mon, it'll just be liked old times. We are blood brothers for life" he said, handing me the scissors.

I used to cut myself.

It all started when I was 10. My nightmares about my father were getting worse, I was doing terrible in school, I was being bullied and my Mum started getting sick.

I was so selfish; I should have been looking after my Mum. My problems were nothing compared to hers.

The cutting didn't stop, for a while. I did it even when I was on X-factor. I smuggled a small pair of craft scissors in my bag. One night while the boys were playing X-box, I hid in the room and got the craft scissors out. I had only made a couple of cuts, then Zayn walked in.