Secrets. ✍🏻

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Story twist here!!!!!
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Zayn POV

I was at home, waiting for Harry or Louis to call when someone knocked loudly to the front door. I was happy my parents weren't there because I wouldn't be able to deal with their questions.

- Wait! I'm coming.

I opened the door expecting to find either Harry or Louis, but no. There he was, standing in front of me with his face beaten. Liam.

- I have nowhere else to go.

- I don't care. Go away. I don't know you anymore. You are disgusting. To me, you're fucking dead Liam.

- Let me explain Zayn. Please.

- No! You won't explain shit Liam. Do you realise that you would be in jail right now if it wasn't because of Harry denying everything you put him through!? Do you know how wrong all this is? How could you... rape him like this. Because that's what you fucking did, you raped him.

- I ... I love him. That's what people do when they love each other right?

- You have a huge problem in your head. Go away. You can't stay here, find another fucking friend because we are not anymore. I don't care if your dad beat the shit out of you, you deserve to suffer for what you did.

Tears slipped down his cheek like he cared about losing my friendship, but it was bullshit, everything I knew about him was pure bullshit.
I closed the door in his face and slide my back against it until I was sit on the floor. Losing Liam's friendship was hard. He was the only real friend I had for all those years and now I was feeling lonely and betrayed.

There was nothing Liam could say that could explain or forgive what he did. Nothing.

Liam POV

I came back home. Back in hell. Tears were still falling down my cheeks and I didn't care. Zayn was the only thing that was keeping me sane, and I lost him.

My dad was there, sitting on the couch, a beer in his hands. His eyes moved from the tv to me before smiling sickly like he always do when we are both alone.

- Where do you come from son?

- Nowhere. I went out for a walk.

He stood up and I instintively moved away. I knew what was coming and I knew I couldn't do anything to stop it. I was too weak. He walked up to me, so close that I could smell his alcoholic breath on my face.

- You know that I love you son. You always been my favorite.

He is always telling me the same things over and over again since all of this nightmare started. I never meant to become a monster, it's just all I ever learned.

- Your brother doesn't understand, he wouldn't understand what love mean, but I know you do.

I could already feel him against me. Tears were building in my eyes. I knew what was coming and I knew I couldn't stop it or he would hurt Harry instead.

- Do you love me Liam?

I couldn't reply. I just couldn't and that pissed him off. He turned me around in one move and steady my body on the wall with one of his arm. He moved my pants down and I let him do it. Once again, he repeat in my ear over and over again « that's what people do when they love each others. » but the words sounded different now. Like I finally understood that it was all wrong, that he didn't do it because he loves me. All I ever needed was the love of my father. When he did it the first time, I was scared but it was better than get beaten.

I was so desperate for his love back then, I thought I was special. That's what the seven years old scared boy that I was thought.

When I grew up, I wanted to show Harry my love for him the same way. The same sick way.

I was so fucked up.

He told me that it was our little secret, that real men were all doing this. Especially good little boys.

How could I hurt Harry like this...

I'm such a piece of trash. In that moment, as he slammed in and out me I understood it all. I became like him. I deserve all the hurt.

- Such a good boy. Remember, good boys gets rewarded. What do you want ?

- Leave Harry alone.

- What?

- That's all I want. Don't hurt him... Please.

He came in me, grunting like an animal.

- Deal. Until next time. I love you boy, don't forget, that's why were doing this.

I wiped the tears off my eyes and put back my pants on just in time to see Harry coming in. He looked at us suspiciously before running up the stairs without a word, as far away as posssible from us.

I painfully walked upstairs, sucking up my own shame, before knocking twice on his bedroom door.

- Harry, can I come in?

No answer. I got in anyway. He was on his bed playing with his fingers, looking like a scared kid. His big green eyes were scanning the room looking everywhere but me.

- I swear I didn't told Zayn.

- Harry, I know nothing will ever forgive what I did to you, but I promise that from now on... I won't ever hurt you again. I'm sorry for what I did... If I could erase all of it, I would.

- Well you can't. And don't do promises you can't keep Liam.

- I'll keep this one. I swear i'll do it.