I Should Have Never Kissed You (Lilo/Nouis/Zarry)

Talk? Talk About What?

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Louis's POV

Talk? Talk? TALK? What the fuck does he want to talk about?!?!?!? Now he wants to talk. ALL THE SHIT I WENT THROUGH BECAUSE OF HIM. 'We need to talk.' Pfft. My ass, 'we need to talk.'

Wait. Wh-What if he wants to tell me something important, like he loves me! OR he made a mistake and kisses me! What,what if he takes my V-card? Okay, I know your probably thinking 'WHAT THE FUCK!!! LOUIS TOMLINSON IS A FUCKING VIRGIN!!!' Well, I'm sorry, I haven't fallen for anyone yet, except Liam......

Hannah Walker, she was just to clarify that I was gay, and I am, obviously. The kissing pictures? Yeah, she tasted like shit. I know she doesn't taste anywhere near as I think Liam would taste. God damn would he taste good, except when I tasted him the day of the concert.....he tasted like if you gave David fucking Beckham a blow job. I mean, come on. Who doesn't want to just rape David Beckham, cause I do. I'd pay however many pounds just to touch his ass.

Okay okay, getting side tracked here. But how the hell do I reply to that? Like seriously, its not like nothing happened. Something definitlely happened. Okay. I can do this. I really can. Alright.

I grab my phone and see there is once again another text from none other, Liam. Payne.

~LEEEYYYUMMM~

'Well don't just fucking ignore me. I'm giving you a chance fag.'

Fag. I hate that word. I hate it so much. In Secondary School kids called me that all the time because I was always so happy and carefree, and cause of my long hair. The whole bloody footie team beat me up every bloody day because of it.

~FLASHBACK~

One more punch. One more kick. One more spit in the face, and it'll be over. For today. I keep repeating in my head. I heard a crack. And a pang of pain hit me from my chest. My ribs. I know some broke. After yesterdays beating I knew they would break today.

" We're done for today fag." the captain on the footie team spits at me. Literally. I feel a streak of saliva run down my face as I lay motionless on the floor of the locker room. I can't move in the bloody first place cause sadly I probably have a few broken ribs, a broken nose, black eye, bruised chest, shall I go down the list of fucking injuries?

Wondering why I'm in this situation? Well, they think I'm gay.Which I am, but I can't actually say it freely without getting my arse kicked. And in this school you can only be straight cause thats how this bloody world is. I'm just sick of this bullshit. Why can't they just leave me the fuck alone.

I try to get up, which is fucking impossible with I'm probably guessing three broken ribs. GAH! It hurts like a motherfucker! Holy shit. I'm dying, I think I am.

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I finally make it to my home and my mum, Jay, opens the door with a smile. But, it slowly fades when she sees the state I am in.

My lip starts to tremble and I collapse into her arms crying, hating myself for who I am, for what I am, why can't I just fucking die? No one loves me. I'm never gonna find a guy that loves me.

~END OF FLASHBACK~

I didn't notice I was crying till I felt my tears on my hand. And its true, no one will ever love me. Liam has showed it. And the words men the most from him. They mean everything. Fuck. We have to go to rehearsal. I have to see him again. I don't think I'm ready for this shit. I'm so scared. Wh-What if he hits me? He wouldn't hit me. He loves me. Right?