One Dumb Dare (Nouis, Niam, Larry)

Chapter 3

okay.

WARNING there's is some self harm in this chapter. However I DO NOT premote self injury.

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Okay now that were done with the serious biz.

Y'all ready for this!? (I'm not country...) anywhore this is the third chapter, I didn't edit it cuz I'm on my iPod and I'm tired

Tomorrow is 12/12/12 who's excited!? I am woo!

Any way chappie 3 :3 (look it's sprinkles:D)

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Louis POV

He felt sick, his stomach felt as if someone had it in there fist and were squeezing it. His head pounded, with millions of questions.

Do I like Niall?

Does he like me?

Why did we kiss?

What was I thinking?

What if Liam tells Harry?

Why do I care so much?

What if they hurt Niall?

Why is he so perfect?

Why do I think he's perfect?

What did that kiss even mean?

Was Niall gay?

Did I turn him gay?

He kissed me, right?

What have I done?

Louis groaned and fell backwards laying on his bed, he felt horrible. He could have just ruined Nialls whole high school experience, over what? Being a little hormonal?! He burried his face in his hands, he felt as if the world had caved in. As soon as he opened up, it was torn apart. Louis knew he should be mad at Niall. In fact he had every reason to hate Niall for the amount of bullying he was going to get from this. But you couldn't hate Niall, you just couldn't. Well at least Louis couldn't. He wanted more than anything to protect him, he felt as if he wanted to keep Niall as pure as he possibly could. Maybe Niall hated Louis now, the boy didn't blame the Irish lad if he did. He should have pushed him away, but he didn't.

Does this mean Niall may actually like Louis? He didn't even know Louis, he only knew him for a day, yet they snogged the life out of each other. Louis stood up dragging his feet over to his mirror, he stared at his reflection in wonder. What could Niall like about him? He was skinny, and his hair was a boring brown color and it always hung over his eyes, and Louis hated his eyes, they were a hazel they could never decide what color they actually wanted to be. Louis eyes slowly drifted to his long sleeved brown sweater and he picked up his sleeve, and cringed. The slices up and down his arms, were by far the ugliest thing about the doncaster boy. He hated he causes the imperfection, but it helped him in a kind of sick twisted way. He gulped his thumb grazing over the fragile scared skin. "no one could ever like this." he whispered, to no one but himself.

Louis lived alone, when his parents figured out he was gay, they told him to get out, when Louis said he was alone. He was truly alone. He had no one to go home too. He had no mum to hold him when he was hurting. He had no one. Louis let his sleeve drop back down, his chest was heavy, with too many emotions to comprehend. Fear pulsed through his body, he couldn't let them turn Niall into what he had turned into. He had to keep Niall safe, he had to.

Slowly the big dragged himself back to his bed and pushed back the covers and climbed in, he let the emptiness surround him. He wished there was someone there to say good night too, someone there to hold him when he was cold. Louis wanted someone, anyone. His greenish blue eyes shone in the dark flat, twinkling with unshed tears, his face stony, unable to show emotion. He looked up at the dark ceiling, "good night." he whispered softly, his whisper sounded like a shout in the empty flat. He rolled over pulling the covers to his chin, he tightly shut his eyes, and curled up. He always said good night, hoping one day he may hear one back.

~~the next day~~

His alarm was loud an ear piercing bouncing off the bare walls. Louis groaned, but felt relived he had been saved from the nightmare he was in. Soaked in sweat and breathing hard he gripped the sheets beneath him, he hated the nightmares. There was only one way to get rid of the pain. The boy jumped up and strode over to the bathroom, he starred at his reflection, the bags under his blood shut eyes. More things to hate. He gulped and glared at his reflection. He reached over grabbing the familiar metal object, he rolled up his sweater, the metal cold against his skin. He glared I to his reflection, his hazel eyes starring right back, "I hate you." he said, and the skin in his wrist broke, the stinging pain caused Louis to wince. The pain flooded over his body, he pulled the red blade away and turned on the water, he rinsed the metal object. He watched the red liquid travel down his arm dripping off his finger tips, he took a towel and pressed it down hard on the cut. He rinsed his hand then shook out his messy bed hair, Louis didn't really care about looking good. He only cared about being hurt.

He walked slowly to his wardrobe, he graves a Blake white and grey sweater and peele off his old brown one replacing it with the new crisp clean sweater. Louis yelped when the sweater pulled at his skin, blood gripping onto the brown fabric, he bit his lip. Rushing quickly to the bathroom he graves some bandages wrapping them around his wrist, he heard the tear drop hit the edge of the sink before he even realized he was crying. He roughly wiped away the tears, he refused to cry for himself anymore.

He grabbed a pair of grey skinny jeans an slipped them on, he put his new sweater on again, satisfied with the soft warm coziness of the black fabric. He grabbed his bag and headed out of his flat hoisting the bag over his shoulder. It wasn't a long walk to the school from Louis flat, but the cold crisp fall air bit into Louis skin. The wind blew through his brown feathery long hair. The ground was moist with the light rain that had misted over it earlier that morning, Louis starred at his old grey shoes, they were scuffed and worn. He had to replace them soon, but he couldn't afford anything more than his rent right now. He hugged his sweater closer to his slim body.

When the boy walked into the school all eyes were on him, and he instantly knew why.

Liam had told, he looked at his feet his knuckles turning white as he tightly gripped his bag. He was planning on avoiding everyone and hanging out in the bathroom till the bell rang for first period but something made him freeze. Or someone to he exact.

"hey fag!" he heard the familiar insult and tensed he expected to soon be shoved into a locker but no shove came, there was a loud crashing noise an Louis turned quickly, to see Harry smiling satisfactorily down at the blonde boy against the locker, Louis body turned to ice. They were hurting him, Niall. Harry strode over to the Niall, who was trying to look brave but you could see so clearly in his winter eyes he was scared. "you know I was right about you." Harry smirked as he twisted a piece of Nialls bleached hair. Niall winced as Harry lightly tugged at the strand he was playing with. "your fucking pathetic." Harry spat his hatred filled eyes starring down on Niall. Louis hadn't realized he was moving. Not until he had Harry pinned to a locker his arm against the boys neck, as he delivered a strong blow to the boys abdomen. Harry groaned out in pain, before Zayn and liam rushed over each of them grabbed one of Louis arms holding him back as he glared at the curly hair boy.

"I fucking told you to not touch him." he growled his face turning red, Harry grinned and slowly walked over his menacing smile sent a wave of fear through Louis.

"or what?" he whispers in Louis ear, pulling his hand back, Louis squeezed his eyes shut waiting for the pain, but the bell rang. And the grip on his arms loosened. He slowly opened his eyes to see Harry looming above him, "save by the bell, this isn't over Tomlinson." he turned as he was about to leave he glared at Niall and spat, "you either WHORE an." Harry butchered the Irish lads last name, Louis cringed. He had caused this, this was all his fault.

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harrys kind of a twat yes? Yes I agree. Anyway I'll update soonish.. Maybe!

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