One Dumb Dare (Nouis, Niam, Larry)

Chapter 5

Okay sorry it's been so long, I made this chapter a but long then usual. But anyway warning there's.... Well shit goes down thats all I have to say.

I probably wot be updating for a bit so hopefully this will hold you off.

I wrote this from my iPod so excuse the mistakes.

Auto correct is my enemy.

Onto the story:3

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Louis POV

(note:: this is before Louis outburst.)

Louis wanted nothing more than to let his secret out. From the deepest darkest parts of his minds, to the untainted pristine white paper beneath his dull pencil. But now louis regrets everything he wrote as his knees shake while he walks towards Liam's desk. Louis wished he could have left his secret in his head. Where it was safe and guarded. When Louis sat across from the honey haired boy he clutched his paper tightly, he wasn't willing to let it go. He couldn't just hand over his secret to one of his bullies. Harry would find out, and then Louis would be completely and utterly fucked. Finally he loosened his grip on his own paper, as Liam pushed his slowly over to Louis. Slowly Louis handed his paper over, delicately as if it would break if abused. Louis hesitantly looked down at Liams paper and read it word for word carefully so he wouldn't see the look on Liams face when he read the hazel eyed boys story.

I really don't know why I act like this. Or why im friends with them, I guess there the only ones willing to accept me. I was always an outcast, but now I'm actually somebody. People think I put up a sweet act but the only people I act around are the people I call my friends. They want me to be heartless and ruthless and violent. But that's not who I am. I'm genuinely concerned for them. Zayn is in too much danger for only being sixteen, he shouldnt be in this mess. Gangs. Drugs. Alcohol. Smoking. But Harry worries me a lot, he's filled with so much hate, I worry if he'll ever love. Never heard him say that word, he's so cold and vile. He hates everyone and everything. I swear sometimes he may even hate me. I hate what he does to louis, so what if louis' gay!? That's no reason to hurt the poor boy. My heart goes out for him, he's been harry's punching bag for far too long, I was actually happy he stuck up for Niall, I actually admire him for that. I wanted to be able to stick up to Niall but I was to scared to. I'm more scared of Harry than Louis is. How messed up is that? I really just want to apologize for bot being who I am around these people. I'm sorry for being fake. I'm sorry for being afraid. But most of all I'm sorry for hurting Louis. He doesn't deserve any of it. One day I'll tell Harry to leave him alone, it may be today, tomorrow or a week maybe months from now. But one day, that boy won't be hurt by Harry anymore. I don't know how much longer I have to keep up this act. Or how long I still can.

When Louis dare glance up at Liam, he tensed as Liams wide eyes scanned the paper as he read the sloppy print. Louis gulped he wasn't finished he didn't get to the end, not quite yet.

Liam POV

He held Louis paper in his hand the first line caught Liam off guard, as he began to read the sloppy handwriting.

I have 78 cuts. Seventy fucking eight. All by me, duh. But no let me just explain why I do this shut to myself. Because I'm a fucking failure. The world hates me, my parents fucking hate me. I live by myself, and work at a job that I won't even mention because it's too sick to comprehend. But when you need the money your willing to do anything right? You may think my "job" is a bit on the extreme side, but I refuse to let myself live on the streets. I won't sink that low. But wait back to my parents, it was all fine. Till Harry fucking gave me a black eye. As soon as the word "gay" came out of my mouth my dad beat me till I saw stars. I ended up in the hospital, they paid the bills but refused to let a sinner into there house. I hate them for that. I hate Harry for giving me that black eye. Don't get me started on him, I see him and his green eyes and I just want to grab a razor and slit my wrists thousands of times till I bleed out into nothing but air. I'm a waste of space, and that's a fact. I've become so tired of this routine. I was gonna do it, I was gonna fucking kill myself. Then Niall showed up. I should have pushed him away from the start.