"Im just a faggot who everyone hates for breathing .You cant save me, Im burning in hell anyways." -- So basically my first six chapter's sucks, you can skip it if you want. And starts at The Betrayal. I just cant delete the first chapters cause it makes me laugh on how I wrote it. So there Please leave comments and suggestions!

Harry Styles: Middle school boy with major feelings for a senior Louis Tomlinson: Senior with a bad boy reputation and a girlfriend and is the most popular guy in school

"Harry, this isn't right." Louis moans as I kiss him. "Shhh it's perfectly right." I kiss him even more. ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ Explicit Language Sexual content Self Harm

"Well, what the hell am I supposed to do with it?" He held her at arm's length, a look of pure disgust on his face. "She's a baby, Niall, hold her while I make her damned bottle," I snapped, glaring in his direction. He made no move to bring her closer to him and she didn't seem to like not being cuddled and she made a face, her nose scrunching just before she let out a wail. Niall looked startled and looked at me quickly, "It's making noise!" I abandoned the bottle I was trying to shake and stalked over to the blonde vampire holding the crying baby. "Jesus, Niall, hold her. Put your arms like this," I mimicked the way one would hold a baby and frowned when Niall just stared blankly at me. I made him bend his arms and bring Elizabeth closer to his chest. The moment I had Niall pull her close to his chest, she stopped crying and looked up at him with her mouth in an 'o' shape. "It... SHE'S making faces at me," he said quietly, looking down at her. I shook my head slightly and walked back over to where I had set the bottle down and began to shake it again. Harry suddenly marched in with a scowl on his face, but it fell when he saw Niall with the baby. He stopped mid stride and looked from me to the blonde vampire with the baby in his arms who just continued to look up at the blonde vampire. "Louis' punishing me. Take it away." he held out Elizabeth to him and Harry took a step back, shaking his head with a grin. "Gotta go with Louis on this one, you hold her." "MY PUNISHMENT IS HOLDING A FUCKING POTATO?!" Niall’s voice was loud and the baby let out another wail, this time out of fear and she involuntarily brought her hands to her face as she cried. Niall's face drained of all it's colour and he looked at me again. "The potato is crying." (sequel to "Can't Help It") (so, this description will never be as... okay... as "Can't Help It"... sorry.)