reading between the lines

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Mattys POV
I washed my bowl and went upstairs, leaving Louis downstairs to finish watching grease. Knots still kept popping up in my stomach when I moved into certain positions but I generally felt a lot better so I got out my guitar and put my earphones in, pressing shuffle on my playlist, strumming my guitar until it fell into the rhythm of the song that was being played into my ears, over again.
As I got to the first chorus I started to become lost in the music I was making and hearing and I began to sing along, hitting every note perfectly after having many years of secretly practicing singing. I know I can sing but I hate to admit it and I hate when others say I can sing so I tend to keep it a secret. I don't know if that's stupid or modest but it's just what I do and who I am. It'll take a lot to change that because honestly my self esteem is lower than the monkey bars on a baby soft play den.
I continue to sing and play my guitar as the songs finish and another begins; getting through about 4 songs before I hear a loud emphasized cough from behind me. Turning around so suddenly to see who was behind me caused my to wince in pain as my stomach reminded me that it was still fragile and I pulled out my earphones, putting them down on the bed along with my guitar.
"Louis what the hell why didn't you knock" I ask as I turn the remainder of my body to face him.
"I did knock, you just didn't hear me, I actually knocked 3 times" Louis said so matter of factly that I just let out a sigh of frustration.
"Well how long where you there for then" I sigh, allowing myself to accept that Louis heard me sing properly.
"About 10 minutes actually, I was enjoying listening to you, your voice is quite soft and calming" Louis stated before noticing that i was still sat staring at him wondering what he actually wanted "oh you wanna know why i came upstairs don't you, yeh sorry, i was wondering if you fancy playing a prank on your cousin with me." 

"play a prank on liam?" i grinned "yes, lets do it, so what were you thinking?" 

"well" louis began, the smirk on his face becoming more and more obvious "you know how liam will only use the toilet in his en-suite because he's wierd about germs or whatever, i was thinking we could put clingfilm over his toilet. It's a classic prank i know but it's one of the funniest" 

"have we got clingfilm" i asked, barely needing to finish my sentence as louis held up a full roll straight away. 

Liam's en-suite is the cleanest room in the house, each of his grooming products lined up in size under in his cupboard, the sink and toilet so clean that they literally shine and his shower replicates that of a mirror, i looked into it and could see my reflection perfectly which i didn't appreciate considering i looked like a dogs dinner. As i was inspecting Liam's bathroom louis had been putting the clingfilm over the toilet seat; the way he did it so perfectly as if he'd had a lot practise made me extremely suspicious and i think it's safe to say i will always double check before using the toilet from now on. 

"and now we wait" louis said casually "come on lets go find another way to entertain ourselves" he continued, not even toying with the idea that i may have my own plans, which i didn't but that's not the point. I followed him downstairs anyway, curious as to what he had planned for us because incase you aren't aware, Louis Tomlinson's forms of entertainment are normally dangerous, stupid, or outright ridiculous, or sometimes a combination  of the three. Although i will give it to him that him and his ideas are absolutely halerious and are often the reason for the smile on my face, i want to be like louis when I'm older, i want to be the one to make everyone smile and laugh and feel like the world doesn't matter. 

"right lets play never have i ever" louis insisted, retrieving to cups and a bottle of vodka from the cupboard and placing them on the dining table between us both, ignoring my intense stare while he did so. 

"Louis i can't drink vodka I'm 15" I state firmly as if I'd never drank alcohol before. 

"You think i don't know that you and your mates get wasted in that tree house of yours when you sneak in at 2am in the morning and pass out in bed till 3pm the next day? 

Damn i just got busted by Louis Tomlinson. 

"OK that sounds like I'm a fucking alcoholic" i say smiling "we dont always get wasted, actually we normally just have 1 drink which has literally no effect"

"Exactly so stop acting like you've never drank before and pour us both some vodka while i get some good questions" 

I did as i was told and poured vodka into both cups until they were almost half full, taking a little sip straight out of the bottle after i'd done so and putting the lid back on it just as louis sat back down opposite me, phone in hand. 

"okay i've asked my followers for never have i ever questions so lets get started, if you've done it then you take a drink, if you haven't done it then you can just sit there. first question. never have i ever kissed a boy. wtf, is this person not aware i'm married to a boy, of course i've kissed a boy" louis complained taking a gulp of his cup whilst i just sat there not needing to take a sip because the only person i've kissed is amy and i'm pretty sure shes not a guy.

We made our way through a few more questions without any real issue, both of answering with an expected answer: 

have you ever bunked off school? both of us taking a drink and smirking at each other, clearly feeling like proper rebels. 

have you ever done drugs? Once again we both took a drink and vowed never to mention it to anyone, mainly because louis would be in deep shit with harry and i would be in deep shit with liam.

"have you ever worn makeup in public" louis read allowed from his phone, not needing to take a drink so looking at me, waiting for my answer. I froze, i couldn't answer, no matter how much i respect louis and how much i trust him i just cannot answer that question. 

"erm i don't feel great i'm gonna go lie down" i blurt out, making my way speedily up to my room and closing the door behind me, locking the world away, or at least wanting to lock the world away, in reality I could still hear Louis calling my name. I know he'll want answers but I can't give them to him. I can't tell him I wore makeup to school on the day I got sent home early, he's not stupid, he'll know something isn't right. But nobody can know. Nobody.