One-Shot.
1/3
Song: Wild One- Flo Rida ft. Sia. I like the version by Timeflies Tuesday better to be honest.
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As the loud music thumped and vibrated the floor, my eyes scanned the room. I made sure to take my time, not wanting to miss her. Then I spotted her, exactly where I knew she would be. Attached to some guys waist grinding down on him, all the way to the floor.
 
She looked damn good doing it too. My phone beeped and I noticed the name on the screen.
 
Levi.
 
From: Levi.
11:24 PM 06/05/12
I spy with my little eye the hottest guy in the club.(;
 
I read it and I couldn't help but smile, when I looked up to see her smiling from across the room.
 
My phone buzzed again as Harry come up behind me.
 
From:Levi
You're late. Shame on you.
 
I could almost imagine her voice next to my ear whispering it full of sarcasm. Harry snapped me out of my thoughts by tugging on my arm.
 
"Just go talk to her" He told me seriously, but I knew I couldn't. That wasn't how this worked.
 
See the thing with Levi was she was like a wild Mustang, she did what she wanted to do and broke away from every one else's standards. So that meant she drank most nights and woke up in a lot of weird places. She was hot, like stop and watch hot. She knew it too and she always had a boy on her arm, always dancing on them, around them, with them.
 
Although no one ever expected it or seemed to notice she wasn't just as she appeared.I'd known this only after two months of knowing her and she wished I hadn't.
 
The truth was I knew Levi in a way no one else did. She was kind and funny, always cracking pointless jokes just to see someone smile. Her smile was infectious and her eyes lit up a room. As long as I'd known her , I'd known her to be strong, independent, stubborn, but now I knew she was much more than meets the eye.
 
She was vulnerable in every way a girl could be, with her heart. This girl had so much curiosity you'd think it would have killed the cat by now. I also knew she could speak sign language and could become a whole other person with children.
 
We had spent the last two months going back and forth, playing stupid mind games that I truly hated.
 
She usually played hard to get and I usually played uninterested until she did something to peak my curiosity or I made her realize she cared for me. Usually she hated giving in more than I did, arguing it made her weak and that I'd just hurt her if she let me in .
 
I hadn't figured out what made her so distrustful of men, but i could figure it was a bad relationship to be the cause.
 
I could see her dancing on a table slightly tipsy as a guy held her waist. A growl escaped my lips as Harry walked past chuckling.
 
My head told me what I knew to be true, that I knew she wouldn't hook up with any other guys. I knew she hadn't since we met even if she refused to admit it, but my heart tried to confuse me. It tried to make me doubt her and wonder if she would go that far to win the game. Then again I also knew this was just foreplay to her, she wasn't even bringing her A game.
 
As I took my seat next to Harry and Niall, across the room from her, my head wandered back to the day I met the girl they called 'The Wild One."
 
* April, 2012*
 
Harry had been drooling over some girl he had seen a few times we had been to this club. Never had he gotten her number, hell he couldn't even get her name. He and everyone else just referred to her as The Wild One. She was exactly that ,wild. Her skin was bronzed in a natural form almost like that year round. Her hair was a soft brown with blonde low highlights that fell to her noticeable chest. She was always different styles of clothes and on occasions I'd catch her fierce green eyes lock on my blue orbs.
 

So Harry hadn't been the only one to notice her? Truth was I was mesmerized, and curious. The way she'd throw her head back and laugh and continue to dance with anybody and drank a excessive amount of alcohol. I'd never seen her stumble or act 'drunk girl' like though, so she had a tolerance to alcohol and cut herself off before that point. Meaning she naturally stayed buzzed and tipsy tilting her head back and enjoying her night.
 
That was until the night in question,this night was different. It had been a Saturday and she had been dancing around until her and a girl always at her side started to argue. The only time I had ever seen the smile disappear off her face was then. The night of April 7th, that Saturday. The blonde girl had stormed off in tears and the girl stormed to the bar. She ordered a couple of shots and you could tell she was upset. After about an hour she was stumbling to find her jacket and almost fell.
 
That was until my arms caught her and she just giggled.
 
"Here let me help you" I thought that she would argue but she just sighed and leaned her head into my shoulder and handed me her jangly keys. As we started walking people clearly stared and even Harry's eyes dragged to mine as he smiled curiously.
 
Eventually I had to carry her and I noticed how light she was. All that dancing really did her body wonders.
 
Before I could ask where she lived, she was asleep and for a few minutes I tried to wake her but noticed it was no use. I decided on taking her back to Harry and I's flat for the night,.
 
As I pulled up to the flat I slowly ejected the seat belt from around her. She stirred slightly and whimpered at the icy cold air. I wrapped my jacket around her and carried her to the front steps and unlocked the door. When the door clicked shut behind me I made my way to my bedroom. I set her in my bed and covered her up.
 
When I closed my door I sighed slowly and made my way to the couch feeling exhausted. I don't remember what time Harry came in, but I slept through it.
 
In the morning I heard some noise, half asleep half awake. It was louder now and I could tell it was Harry cooking and a girl talking. It was the first time I'd heard her speak sober and her voice was velvety even in the morning.
 
"Hey, I'm Harry. I'm assuming your name isn't Wild One? " Harry introduced with a light laugh.
"I'm Levi, like the jean." She joked causing Harry to laugh louder.
 
"I think Lou is still asleep, I can wake him if you'd like." Yes Harry wake me please, so I can have an excuse for her to talk to me.
 
"No that's alright. My keys are right here, I'll thank him later. Aren't you guys in a band?" She asked curiously but softly not in a screaming fangirl way.
 
"Yup" Harry popped the 'p' loudly, and I hated when he did so.
"Cool, well thanks for the food and everything" Her voice didn't seem awkward like most would in the current situation.
 
"Nice to meet you, Levi like the jean" Harry's voice was simple not flirty which was surprising but I figured he considered her mine now.
 
Everything was normal and eventually my day went on and we returned to Pulse just as we did most night to have a few drinks and dance after working in the studio.
 
Harry was bragging to the guys about knowing her name and howling at me as I ignored him. I went to get a drink from the bar when it happened. Someone pushed me into the hall next to the bar. I nearly screamed until I realized it was a girls hand covering my mouth. Instantly, apart of me knew it was her.
 
As I turned around, I was leaning against a wall underneath her hovering body.
 
"Thank you." She whispered honestly into my ear, and apart of me jumped..
 
"Not a problem" I whispered back laughing before standing up right, ready to move back to the bar.
 
Instead she pushed me farther back until her lips met mine for a few seconds, I started to kiss her back and she smiled. She walked away only seconds after and left me there stunned and wanting more..
 
*Now*
Still two months later I wanted more.
 
She was now dancing in the middle of the floor, closer than before. This is how I knew she was about to step it up, so I should prepare to play hard ball. Except instantly my teeth gritted, staring at her body. Her shorts were low and ripped up in a white studded fashion and she had a black leather jacket on that covered her whole chest and torso except for the little black shred sticking out from when the zipper was.
 
What caught my eye most though were the way the red heels she was wearing made her legs look the best I'd ever seen them. My jeans tightened as I shifted uncomfortably.
 
When I noticed what she began to do I growled as Harry whistled at her, she gave him a huge grin.
 
She adored my friends, Harry specifically and she always teased me about our bromance and cuddling sessions.I think it helped that Harry was now dating her blonde friend, Piper.
 
All I could do was let out a series of pissed off growls, she no doubtingly knew I was doing. She was not going to do this.
 
Her small fingers played with the top of her jacket zipper as she danced with some tall guy.The jealousy was spilling over as she continued.
 
She began to tug downwards on the zipper and a breath caught in my throat. In 5 seconds flat she had her jacket off and she had a zip up bra on. Her fingers played with that zipper as Harry continued to wolf whistle at her. I shot him a look and he shut up instantly as Piper continued to laugh hysterically along with the rest of the boys.
 
The guy she had been dancing with was now kissing her neck and she had her hands in his hair. That was it, I snapped.
 
I rose from my chair, unbeknownst to Levi and made my way to her. I knew this wasn't suppose to be allowed I was suppose to go to where we first kissed when I finally broke. It was like a game of mercy with our hearts, or mine at least.
 
Her head shot up as I was arms length away. As she went to form my name I caught her arm and pulled her to me.
 
She pushed back, but not far. The guy she was dancing with was now disturbed and I shot him a glance and he didn't bother us again.
 
"Either kiss me, or I'm leaving. Alone" I dared her and I knew she wouldn't kiss me the way she does, in public. Slowly I let go of her arm and turned around before she pulled my arm.
 
"Lou" Her voice was low but a tone I'd only ever heard when we were in bed together.
 
In my mind, it was simple.
 
"The games or me" My voice was strong and demanding and her eyes fell and then her face registered something I'd never seen.
 
Contemplation.

One- Shot.
1/4
Song: Somebody That I Used To Know by Gotye, except I don't like that version. So I like the covers of - Walk Off The Earth & Glee.
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Harley's POV
 
As I looked in the mirror the reflection caused me to shiver. My head screamed so many thoughts, so many negative things about that reflection. Instead of giving in to those thoughts I continued to get ready for work. I slid my heels on and checked the clock which read 2:06, meaning i had four minutes to get things sorted.
 
Which caused me to stare at the mirror, judging the reflection. My dull brown hair swept in front of my eyes. One icy blue the other emerald green peered out from the hair and got lost in the judgements my mind fed to me.
 
Snapping out of my trance I grabbed my phone and turned my light off heading down the stairs. When i got into the kitchen, my brother Dallas was perched on the counter eating some cereal.
 
" It's two in the afternoon and your eating cereal?" I asked quizzically, shooting my eyebrow up.
 
" Gage is coming over. Don't have time for a royal breakfast " He managed to get out before the entire bowl was gone and he chugged a glass of orange juice that set beside him.
 
"Have fun, I have to go to work. " I closed the small space before us and wrapped my arms around his body. He bent down to reciprocate the hug and as he pulled back, he threw me an apple.
 
"Love you." I called out as I rushed out of the house with the apple in my hand.
 
As I sat in my car driving to work i leaned forward to tap my radio on. A string of country songs went on for 30 minutes until i approached work. Finally i parked and made my way to the hotel.
 
When i opened the doors into the lobby, i took in the smell. It smelled of flowers and lingering pancakes. I didn't waste time clocking in and going to my desk. People were filling the lobby ,ready to check in and out.
 
The whole day passed by and it was the same as any day at the hotel. The hours seemed to fly by and soon enough it was time to call it quits when the clock read 11:00. Our assistant manager Casey and my best friend, was coming on shift until she stopped me.
 
"Hey, boss wants you to stick around for one more client." Case smirked.
"Sorry , i can't. I'm already late for the match and Dallas'll kill me if i miss." I argued.
 
"Then you take that up with the boss, he called front desk requesting you." She smiled and walked off.
 
I picked my blackberry up off the counter and pressed my first speed dial.
 
"Hey sweetheart." A thick raspy voice sounded through the pother end.
"No way Daddy, I can't miss Dal's match. Why can't Case cover this client." I pleaded. So what, my dad was my boss, this was not nepotism. This was me, off the clock.
 
"Harley Kinsella, when i say i need you, that means no questions. Hear me?" He demanded.
 
"Yes sir." I sighed reluctantly.
"Love you baby, see you tomorrow."
"Love you."
 
I turned back around,taking my coat off waiting for the client.When i realized i have NO idea who it was i was even waiting for.
 
"Case, who is the name under?" I called to the backroom where Casey was organizing some files.
 
"Paul something, should be here at 11:30" She called back and i glanced at the clock that read 11:16.
 
As I waited I tapped my heel against the tile floor. Eventually the phone rang and i was closer so i answered.
 
"Magnolia Hotel, This is Harley. How may I help you tonight?" I asked cheerfully even though i was kinda bummed about being here so late.
 
" This is Paul, we'll be arriving shortly. We hope to be discreetly as possible." Then there was nothing but the dial tone on the other end.
 
Before i could wonder what the heck was going on i heard screaming and chaos out front. Casey came forward and we both opened the doors and people rushed in. Two men shut the main doors as a tall, husky toned man stepped forward smiling.
 
"Hello. I'm Paul, and we'd like to check in." As he spoke i took in the surroundings. Noticing five other people besides the two men at the door standing behind this man Paul. They wore hoodies and sunglasses. I was starting to catch on that they were celebrities.
 
"Yes sir. Do you need help with your bags, or anything that can be done to make you more comfortable here?" I asked genuinely polite and my southern accent thickly apparent. I was still curious about who was in our hotel, but it was late and they must be tired.
 
"No thank you. We're very comfortable already" The tallest of the "hooded ones" stepped forward, speaking and taking his disguise off.
 
All other thoughts went out the window when familiar brown eye met my blue and green.
 
After he took his disguise off the rest of the boys did as well. Standing in front of me was One Direction but more importantly,standing in front of me was, Liam Payne.
 
His eyes glazed over and his rubbed the back of his neck as if he was thinking to hard. Although i knew the look well, the look of trying to recognize someone. Of course he had forgotten me, i was just plain old Harley.
 
I snapped out of it and checked them in, handing room cards out. Looking down at the books I realized they had the top three rooms booked for two weeks. When i stepped around the counter finally coming face to face with the band, Harry smiled.
 
"You look gorgeous, and you have the most stunning eyes." He smiled looking at me , i couldn't help but blush as i heard Case laugh.
 
"Alright Haz, nigh-night time for you." Louis stepped over putting a hand on his bandmates shoulder.
 
"What, I'm just saying someone should tell her how good she looks in the dress. And how beautiful her eyes are. A woman that looks that good, deserves to know."
 
"Can i tell you a secret." I smiled brightly.
He leaned in smiling , waiting to hear.
 
"You're the only person who's ever said that." With that I kissed his cheek and tossed my pass to Casey so she could clock me out.
 
"Hope you enjoy your stay. Have a nice night y'all. Bye Casey, love you!" I screamed back at her as i practically ran to my car.
 
LIAMS POV---------------
 
As soon as i had looked into her eyes, I couldn't help but feel like i knew her. I was wondering where i could possibly know her from. Meanwhile Harry took it upon himself to start flirting and it seemed to charm her as she smiled and giggled. Every time i looked at her feeling more like i should know how i know her.
 
""You're the only person who's ever said that." I heard her say and then she leaned in to kiss a cheekily smiling Harry, on the cheek.
 
I couldn't help but laugh at how disappointed he was.After that she grabbed her things and threw something to the blonde behind the counter.She pretty much ran out of the hotel tossing a goodbye over her shoulder
 
"Hope you enjoy your stay. Have a nice night y'all. Bye Casey, love you!" Her accent was so deep, so very southern.
 
" I think i'm in love." Harry cheered as the blonde behind the desk laughed.
 
"Think you got competition there sport." She laughed out. We stood there in the lobby while Paul settled things down outside and got our luggage upstairs.
 
"Where'd she take off to in a hurry like that? Is everything alright?" Niall asked and the girl blushed and giggled. She definitely fancied Niall,
team Niall ,one point.
 
"No no, everythin' is just peachy. Her brothers in this band and every Friday, Saturday andSunday they play these midnight match concerts. It sounds silly but, it's fun." She told us quietly as if she had spilled some sort of secret.
 
All while, i was attempting to find out why i knew this girl and before i could ask Casey what her name was Paul was rushing us upstairs.
 
Who knew Texas could be so mysterious.
Even so, I was going to find out why I knew her and why it is i ever forgot.

One Shot
2/2
Song- Payphone by Maroon 5.
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HARRY'S POV------------------
 
I knew he was crying as he shut the door. The fact he had gone through so much trouble to hide it from me is what actually hurt me most .I slid down the wall and leaned against the door lightly.
 
All that stuff the guys had said was all i could think about. Had Louis really been that sad and not have told me? Of course not Harry, you made sure of it.
 
Idiot. My head buried into my knees and I wove my fingers into my curls.
 
Leaning against this door, longing to hold Louis is what frightened me. The exact reason I was always moving, always running. The faster I realized it, meant the faster I was gone.
 
It was just how it had always been, I couldn't change all of a sudden. If I didn't, would I lose Louis forever? Was that something I'd be okay with, be able to live with? I had always told myself and everyone else I didn't care but the truth was, I did. I cared so much I had nearly destroyed myself.
 
At first when this 'thing' with Louis began I tried hooking up with lots of girls, that only made things worse. I tried coming to terms with it, understanding it, but it only made it worse. I tried to ignore it but that only made it worse. So I pretend to be heartless and to not care, but the truth was I did.
 
I loved Louis in a way I was scared to admit. Even to myself it was scary. As the loud noises came to halt, I could hear Louis fumbling around his room. When I heard his bed creak I let out a sigh of relief until I heard the low muffled cries.
 
I didn't understand why he was so upset, I was here. He had ignored what the boys had said so it couldn't be that. As I sat there racking my brain and my heart tried ripping out of my chest, Niall sat in front of me.
 
"It's like this all night. He can't sleep alone. I'll go in there, it's fine" He told me about to stand up before I hesitated.
 
"No, I mean it's okay, I can." MY voice sort of sounded unsteady as he knitted his eyebrows together in confusion.
 
"Harry. It's okay really, I've been doing it for years." He told me quietly standing up.
 
"Niall!" I hissed wanting him to shut up with the guilt.
 
"I want to alright? Jeez." As if it wasn't obvious, me being perched outside Lou's door. I then remembered the present I had for him and ran to my room rifling through my bags.
 
"Aha" I said aloud pulling the small gold box from the zip lock bag. When I came face to face with Louis' door , I was suddenly at a loss for words. I had to do this though, I had to for Louis. At some point I'd have to face my fears and have to stop running and I guess now was as good of time as any.
 
I didn't bother knocking, knowing he'd tell me to go away.
 
"Louis" I asked quietly as I closed his door behind me. I could see his body outline tense up on his bed.
 
"Give me a second Harry" He said getting up to go to the bathroom. Before I could stop him he had the door locked. I could hear a few more small muffled cries come from him before he emerged with a smile on his face.
 
"Hey there" He smiled falsely and sat on the edge of his bed.
 
"I got you a present." was all I said before he clapped his hands.
 
"I love when you bring me back presents. " He told me honestly.
 
"Seriously?" I laughed a little before handing him the box.
 
"Yeah I have every one you've given me in a box in my closet." He laughed as if embarrassed. His slim fingers opened the gold box and revealed the present. His breath choked and he sighed happily.
 
"It's wonderful Harry. " His eyes looked up to mine as I smiled.
 
"I was in Florida and the beaches were filled. They're called sand dollars. Wanna' know something cool?"
 
"OF course" His fake smiled seemed to fade as we continued to talk.
 
"Stories about them is that they were considered to be mermaid coins or lost coins of Atlantis. Inside they hold little dove-like structures. " I really didn't want to talk about sand dollars but the way his face turned into an instant grin made me forget.
 
Momentarily.
 
"Louis, I want you to come lay with me." As I laid back onto his bed. His face seemed hesitant and that made me feel bad.
 
"Or we could maybe not wait until tomorrow and we could do this" He smiled kissed me slowly as I let out a small groan.
 
"I'm not tired anymore." He told me, obviously lying because his eyes looked as if he hadn't slept in weeks.
 
"Lou, I want you to lay and talk with me." I asked sweetly as he groaned.
 
"About what Haz? What's to talk about? " He seemed annoyed now and I was confused.
 
"Lots. Like what happened down stairs, or you pushing me out or ever you trying to secretly cry in your bathroom for an hour as I sat outside having to listen helplessly." I exclaimed angered now by his distrust of me. His face turned into a serious expression that was clearly confused.
 
"Harry, it's all just nothing. Drop it." He warned as if he could intimidate me. I wondered where I had remembered all this from and then I had it. I was exactly like this towards him . He was trying to pretend not to care, like he thought I didn't.
 
Before I said something I regretted, I had him pinned underneath me and his arms above his head. He winced and I relieved the pressure which seemed to help, as I hovered over him.
 
"Harry, knock it off." He stated coyly looking away from me.
 
"You. Are. NOT. Me. " I told him seriously before continuing.
 
"Don't pretend you don't care because you've always been admirable in the way you show how you feel. Just because I'm scared to doesn't mean you have to hide them. I know I said I hated emotions but really I was jealous that you were so easy and could just feel and I couldn't. " My voice shook as he looked at me cautiously as if I might run.
 
"Harry, we don't have to do this.I'm fine Haz, really." He stated but it came out unreadable.
 
"Don't play games.I'm trying to tell you how I feel and
you're completely disregarding them." He instantly shut up, letting me continue.
 
"I kept running because I was afraid to feel. I tried doing every girl I met, tried to understand it, tried to ignore you, none of them worked. Lou, you've always just been more than I could handle and that scares me. So I tried running and it seemed like the best option, but clearly knowing how much you've been hurting, it isn't."
 
"Harry it's fine. Let's just get back to where we should be" He smiled unsure and kissed me, hard. I pulled away instantly and he looked hurt. I was angry though, he would not let me tell him how I felt. This was what he wanted for so long and now I couldn't even speak.
 
"Damn it Louis! Why won't you let me tell you how I feel about you?!" I demanded shaking him as he growled.
 
"Because! You don't want to really talk about this, you just feel bad. What about what makes me feel bad Harry? I don't want to fuc'king wake up tomorrow and you not be here! Jesus is it that hard to understand?!" He shouted at me pulling away completely. Now we were getting somewhere.
 
"So say that Louis, I'm trying to open up to you. " He scoffed going to turn towards the bathroom. I couldn't risk him locking himself in there again. I grabbed his wrist and he yelped loudly.
 
My body froze as I tried to register what had happened. Instantly I felt blood on my fingers, dripping onto the floor. I noticed it wasn't coming from me, but from Louis' wrist. His grey long sleeve shirt was absorbing the thick liquid staining it red. I hadn't realized I even squeezed that hard.
 
"Sh!t Lou, let me see. I didn't mean to" I told him trying to hold his wrist in my hand before he ripped it away.
"I'm fine. " He muttered, trying to reach the bathroom.
 
"Let me see it." I gently asked, gripping it again but this time he couldn't shake my hand as I lifted the shirt.
 
When I seen it at first I hadn't realized but now as I remembered the way he flinched when I pinned his arms and the fact I hadn't griped him hard enough to bleed. This was a prior wound I hadn't inflicted and I could take only one guess as to who had.
 
"Lou- Louis " My voice cracked as his face that was angry now fell.
 
"I'm okay. I'm fine." He repeated.
 
"Stop saying that, by now that doesn't even sound like a sentence anymore. Did you d o this?" I asked as if I didn't know.
 
"It was on accident, I swear. It was just an accident." He mumbled as my arms secured on his shoulders and I shook him. I could see the now scarred over marks that had obviously just healed.
 
"Do you really think me that daft Lou? There are tons of marks, how long have you been doing this to yourself?" I asked hoping he wouldn't answer, because I already knew.
 
"Idk, like two months. It doesn't matter Harry. " He told me nonchalantly like he really believed that.
 
I thought about shaking him again but just wrapped him into my arms. I hadn't realized I was crying until Louis jumped beneath my grasp.
 
"Are you leaking on me Hazza?" He asked in bewilderment.
 
"You would be too If the love of you life was self harming. And you knew it was all your doing" I began to let go and cry into his shoulder more as he leaned back.
 
"Harry." His eyes focused and scared sort of like a deer in the headlights, except he was frozen.
 
"What?" I asked not even caring what he was about to say, I wanted to hold him and explain how it was going to be okay from now on. If he didn't want me to leave I'd stay, until he asked me to go, I'd be here.
 
"You just,well." He rubbed his neck nervously. I had then caught on and laughed.
 
"Told you I was in love with you, yeah I realize that. " I told him calmly before burying my face in his neck.
 
"I dont- I uh" He fumbled with words.
 
"I told you I wanted to tell you how I really felt. I never want what happened to happen again, I want to stay"
 
These words seemed to hit him like a train on a track because he was instantly in tears.
 
"Aw babe, it's okay" I kissed him softly. He pulled me to the bed with him on top. Instantly I turned us over so I could look down at him.
 

'Louis, it's always been you, I was just too scared." I told him. As we were kissing I pulled his wrists up to me as he looked away ashamed. I planted small kisses on them softly so I wouldn't hurt him.
 
"Never again" I tried to tell him but it came out more as a plea.
 
"Never leave" He whispered as he kissed my neck.
"I promise no more self harm" I sighed in relief.
"I promise, no more calls from the Payphone"
 
"Deal."
We both agreed in unison before resuming our kiss.
 
As we laid there, I could feel Louis heartbeat slow down as I talked to him.
 
"I'll be here when you wake up BooBear" He rolled over hugging to my side as if to make sure, so I returned the gesture.
 
In instance the boy who moments earlier looked like he hadn't had sleep in weeks was now soundly asleep in my arms.
 
The boy I loved who had always made a place for me, always came and found me, always answered the calls in the nighttime as I stood at the payphone, now lay in my arms as still and calm i had ever seen.
 
Soon after I couldn't help but fall asleep, happy with the thought of waking up exactly as we were now.
 
Wrapped together under the thick covers, completely in love.

One-Shot
1/2
Song- Payphone By: Maroon 5 ft. Wiz Khalifa. Also, i like the cover for it by Lamoni/ We Should Whisper.<3
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LOUIS' POV
 
My head told me it wasn't real, I was dreaming, but my heart swelled up anyways. His soft curls brushed my forehead as he leaned into me, his lips briefly touching mine as tears streamed down my face. Soon after he was gone, vanished and I was pulled out of my sleep by a familiar worried voice.
 
"Harry" I whined opening my eyes to a concerned Niall.
 
"No, Lou. It's not him, he's gone." His arms pulled me to him as I remembered he was right. Harry was gone and had been for three weeks now.
 
Before I could say anything my phone began ringing and I heard the song.
 
"If happy ever after did exist
I would still be holding you like this
All those fairytales are full of sh*t
One more stupid love song I'll be sick"
 
Instantly i lurched forward out of Niall's arms as he eyed me curiously.
 
"Is that Har" I cut him off by clicking my answer button.
 
"I'm at the payphone." He whispered huskily into the phone. I already knew it, I was already pulling on pants and hanging up.
 
"Lou, don't. Please, he's just going to leave again." Niall pleaded now knowing the answer to his own question.
 
I knew he was right. I knew logically Harry would leave shortly after he returned, but I still hoped he'd stay. I always did, and you might wonder why I'd continue to pick him up all hours of the day anytime he called saying the words.
 
The words "payphone" always had me up from whatever I was doing. I always went to pick him up from the train station where he'd be sitting right there next to the payphone. He knew how i felt, he knew how much I was in love with him, and part of me knew Harry loved me too.
 
As I was driving this was all I could think about. I mean he had to love me the way i loved him at least some part of him because he always came back.
 
It was always the same. He arrived, usually late at night. I'd go get him, we didn't talk about where he had been or what he did. I waited for him to tell me, and sometimes he would tell me. Sometimes we skipped straight to the kissing and the touching and the well you get the point. Usually I thought it was because maybe he missed me but the quicker we slept together the sooner he was gone.
 
This had started right after we had lost in the X Factor and got signed with Sony. Then he just disappeared, at first I was terrified until two weeks later he showed up. Every time we were off tour he would disappear completely, other countries, states, towns. When on tour he usually just vanished until we stepped on stage or showed up five minutes before an interview.
 
At first when all this started all of the rest of us panicked, worried, got mad, we'd even called his mum twice. I think it drove me mad more than it did the others, because well part of his reason for leaving was me. I always wanted more and he couldn't give it.
 
Though since two months ago when he had called one night, clearly drunk at 2 AM, I had become short with him. I thought I could possibly try and get over him so when I saw him next I could tell him off. I only say this because when had picked him up, drunk that night, it was enough to stay angry about.
 
As soon as I seen him I could tell, he was wincing and scowling. His face was black and blue as he lightly held his ribs and his now casted right hand.
 
When I got him in the car I was so worried, he instantly cut my non existent words off.
 
He clearly hadn't meant to say it, but was too drunk to realize.
'LouLou, it's nothing. Small misunderstanding between me and my lady friends boyfriend. I was in the hospital less that 12 hours.' His voice was so carefree that it made me snap. Not that I ever said anything to him, fearing he'd never come home.
 
Seeing him like that though, knowing he'd been in the hospital and hadn't called. Knowing he'd been in a fight surely for hitting on, or maybe worse, the girl he had gotten into a fight over. I knew he wasn't mine or anything but it still made me angry.
 
So as I pulled up to the King Cross' Train station I immediately seen him, sitting where he always did.
 
His curly hair was loose and carefree, where as his jeans were snug and his purple Jack Wills hung carefully to his chest. As he stood up, his hoodie rose and bare skin flashed. His half smile he was always knows for at this moment flashed.
 
"Hey LouLou" He embraced me into a hug and I could smell the alcohol leaking off his breath. As always.
 
"Hey Haz" I hugged him back before pulling away, but he whined.
 
"What?" I asked him turning to the car.
"I wasn't done." He said simply, sliding in beside me. He wrapped me back in his arms and I knew, I just knew it was about to start. I knew if I let him we'd end up in my bed in 15 minutes or maybe pulled over somewhere along the way. I reminded myself that as much as I may want him, he'll be gone in two days if i did that. That's usually how long it took after we instantly hooked up. It was like the more he showed how much he wanted me, to be with me, the faster he escaped, afraid of what could happen.
 
"Haz, I have to drive" I told him sternly as he scowled.
 
"Pull over." He insisted kissing along my jaw.
"No." I held my ground, but i knew it wouldn't last very long.
 
"No?" He laughed lowly into my ear.
"That's a new one Louis." He bit down softly onto my neck, causing me to moan.
 
"Harry, not now." My voice must have surprised him because he looked up at me pulling away.
 
"What's wrong Lou?" He asked, like he cared. I tried to remind myself some part of him does care, but I highly doubted it.
 
"Nothing" I muttered focusing on the road.
"That's a lie, tell me" He growled trying to intimidate me into talking. That's original, considering the facts.
 
"I don't want to talk to you about it. You of ALL people should understand that." I snapped coldly as he sort of looked down but bit his lip regaining his stare at me.
 
"LouLou" He tried calming me but I was mad because it was 3 AM, I was exhausted and hadn't been sleeping. I never did when he just up and left because on one morning I'd always wake up with him not there.
 
I stayed silent until we pulled into the driveway. Lights were on spread out through the house and I knew this was going to be bad. Either it was an intervention for me, a screaming match for Harry or both. He seemed to know it too because as soon as I stepped out he grabbed a hold of me protectively. I tried to get out of his grip but his hand was firmly against my waist.
 
When I opened the door, Niall was the first one up. Zayn clicked the TV off and Liam came from the kitchen holding two cups of tea.
 
"Are we having a late night tea party lads?" I asked softly trying to laugh but couldn't.
 
"Louis, look let's sit down." Niall nodded softly but Harry's grip tightened.
 
"No thanks mate, we're going to go to bed." Harry growled lowly. Liam was the first one to react.
 
"No, you wont. You're going to sit down and listen to what we have to say, and if you don't theres the door. You walk out don't come back, to this house or to this band." Liam's voice was a mixture of things I'd never really known from him. Harry seemed just as stunned as I was.
 
"Liam, c'mon in the morning?" I asked him gently, his angry glare at Harry dropped as he shook his head, bit his lip and his eyes pleaded apologizes.
 
"Fine." I said as Harry growled once more, this time more vocal as I sat down. It took a moment but he sat right beside me still tense.
 
"This has to stop Louis. You aren't sleeping, or eating, or living all you're doing is waiting for the phone to ring. " Liam told me in a parental voice and I was kind of embarrassed because he had just said that in front of Harry. Harry soon grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to him.
 
"Look, I'ts fine. I'm fine really. " I nodded pulling a smile onto my face. Niall's face became red and he stood up frantically.
 
"That's a lie! That's just a damn lie! Just to get you to go to sleep it takes hours of me laying with you telling you it's alright. Thats not including the 4 or 5 times you wake up from nightmares, murmuring Harry's name as I pull you close to me. Rocking you back to sleep, and I haven't told anybody but I'm done hiding the fact you aren't okay. You just aren't Louis. Half the time you sleep in your clothes, waiting for the phoen to ring at a ridiculous time of night and in the morning when it hits you /he's/ not here, it starts all over again. Except then you're awake to feel every last bit of pain, pretty vocally i might add, because well we can all hear the sobbing. You need to stop this, please." His words hit me like a ton of bricks and Harry looked at me worriedly, as if I might side with them.
 
Instead I buried my face into his side trying to hide from the words, and the shame and the embarrassment.
 
"Louis, please" Niall said kneeling in front of me trying to pat my knee but Harry ripped his hand off it.
 
"Don't. Look what you did!" He hissed at Niall who looked less that surprised before Niall's arm was pulled from behind. Liam now standing in front of him, protecting Niall the way I wished Harry had done for me once.
 
Zayn eyed me nervously, his eyes filled with guilt.
 
" Harry, I've had just about enough. " Liam warned, Harry stood up to meet him.
 
"Haz, don't." I told him simply as he looked back at me.
"Louis, let them be" Zayn told me coming to sit next to me which is what caught Harry's attention. Instantly Harry was next to me again and Zayn backed off.
 
"You're like a bloody twister Harry. You blow in and out and leave a path of destruction behind. Personally, I don't care what you do. Our band still writes great music you get your side of the work done, fine. Except now it is effecting the music, it's affecting Louis. That isn't okay, with ANY of us" Liam told Harry absently as if it was obvious.
 
"What's mine and Louis' is none of your buisness. We get on just fine. Right Lou? " He turned to me as I just nodded quickly.
 
"Course Haz" I gulped as Zayn knotted his hands into his hair.
 
"That's a load of rubbish. We all know it, including you Haz." Zayn added looking directly at Harry.
 
" If Lou said we're fine, we are. He wouldn't very well lie to me." Harry said cockily smiling at me.
 
"Yes he would! You're thick if you believe him. He's so in love with you he'd say whatever you wanted so you'd stay just that much longer" Niall finally stepped forth and growled at Harry. Niall pulled me up, much to Harry protest.
 
"Lou, listen I get it, by why would you wait around for someone who's never going to stay. Who's not capable of staying anywhere for very long, especially with someone. All I'm saying is maybe you two should think long and hard about your relationship and what it should or can be like. We just want you both happy, together or not. Just happy. Which you certainly aren't when he leaves. That's all we are trying to say." I pushed away from Niall rejoining Harry and his face seemed to soften as he grabbed my hand. He seemed less angry and more worried, as the boys around the room sighed.
 
" Niall if you seriously hate being there for me and are going to complain about it, don't be there I don't care. I get on well enough to sing the songs, promote the albums, do the tours,signings, interviews, fan meetings. I do just fine, so what happens when I'm not forced to be constantly chipper and laughing, is MY business. Don't blame Harry, I'd end things if I wanted them over." I hissed at all of them, being thoroughly exhausted of this situation and wanting to curl into my bed and finally sleep. I yanked Harry's arm who looked alarmed and about to talk but I didn't care.
 
"Harry, let's go. " I pulled him to the stairs as the boys sighed.
 
"Oh and by the way, I'll be the one to say if he comes or goes." I told them from the stairs as I dragged Harry up the stairs. Feeling as if I might cry, I kept my lights off. I knew Harry hated the whole emotions thing so I did my best not cry, but I knew I was going to.
 
"Harry, your bed's made up. " I pointed to across the hall where his vacant bedroom was. He looked surprised and shook his head.
 
"But I want to go sleep in your bed Boo" His lips were against my neck.
 
"You can't so please, Harry, go to your room." I emphasized the too your room part because I didn't want him taking it as me wanting him to go and disappear.
 
"Just for tonight, please" I asked once more as he still hadn't moved.
 
"Are you alright Louis? " He asked suddenly and a sob almost escaped my lips.
 
"Me? Oh yeah, fine fine. Just exhausted, not really how I want our first go of things to be, ya' know?" I tiredly laughed but he still stared at me cautiously.
 
"Okay" He finally agreed, after a few more minutes.
 

As he turned to walk out and close the door I turned his way.
 
"You will be in my bed tomorrow and we'll give it a couple go arounds, right? " I asked him and though it seemed like i was asking him to sleep with me , we both knew what I was really asking.
 
The unspoken question of ' will you still be here tomorrow' hidden behind an easier question made about sex.
 
"Course, who could turn down you and that bed." He smiled softly almost as if apologizing.
 
When he closed the door I instantly ran to the bathroom slamming the water on high. The sobs erupted from there, and I made sure to drown them out this time.
 
From here on, no one would know what I was feeling. It worked for Harry so I could do it, and then things would be much easier.
 
Or so I thought.
 

 

 
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One Shot
2/2
Song- Goodbyes made you mine- JT Hodges.
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Thea's POV----------------------
7 PM
 
By time I reached the house, I was still in tears. I had hoped Niall wasn't here, hoping no one was. The house seemed silent so as I made my way up to my room I held the tears back.
 
I peeled my clothes off and pulled a swim suit on.
All I could think about was what had just happened.
 
*before*
Oliver had been super sweet all day as we went on an adventurous date. Moving from candy shop to picnic and the park and then his hotel. We had been talking and I finally brought up me maybe being fired.
 
"Oli, I think i'm going to get fired. " He tared at me for a moment before seeing the tears.
 
"Oh babe, I'm sure it isn't true. " He seemed nervous and I hoped he would say it.
 
"It is, then what am I going to do?" I cried a little more as he pulled me towards him.
 
"I'll still love you. Heck, I'd probably get to see you all the time then. " He smiled trying to advert my attention away from what he had said.
 
"You- You love me ?" I asked nervously with a small smile. He nodded his head kissing me softly.
 
" I have for a long long time, I think that why I kept running away. It's scary loving someone, especially someone as perfect as you." He confessed looking down as his cheeks were red of embarrassment.
 
"Oli, I'm not perfect. I've been waiting for you to say that for months" I confessed to him as he lifted his head to meet my gaze.
 
"Really, why?" He asked as if it wasn't obvious.
 
"Because, I love you too."
One thing had led to another and right there in that hotel on a hot Saturday afternoon, I lost my virginity to the boy i loved. We stayed in bed, laughing and cuddling fora long time. Until his stomach grumbled around 5 O'clock. I couldn't help but giggle and he just kissed my hair.
 
"Let's go get some dinner." I asked him politely as he nodded. We both got dressed, and walked hand in hand to the restaurant in the middle of town a few blocks from his hotel.
 
On our way back, right outside the hotel were a bunch of girls. I was pretty aware of what was going on. Fangirls.
 
As I sighed, Oliver tensed up becoming nervous.
 
"It's fine, they'll just ask question and usually if you answer a couple they'll let you live" I joked as he smiled still unsure.
 
"C'mon I won't let them eat you." I pulled his arms as we reached the two doze girls.
 
"Thea! Thea! Is that you're boyfriend" Is what they were saying.
 
"This is Oliver. Oliver, the fans" I introduced as if i wasn't phased at all, and the truth was I was used to it.
 
"Wasn't he the one in the bar fight a couple weeks back?" One asked and I was startled not by the question but by Oliver's reaction. He let out a low growl and tensed up.
 
"Did you really sleep with that girl?" They asked him.
 
What was happening. Just like that my good day was over. After about an hour of arguing he finally admitted to everything. I pretty much just walked out not saying anything, knowing i couldn't. I was too crushed by the fact I had just lost my virginity to the boy who never even cared about me.
 
*now*
 
Now as I dove into the pool hoping the feel of his body on mine would wash off, I couldn't help but cry.
 
Until someone walked around the corner.
Please don't be Niall, please.
 
NIALL'S POV---------------------------
 
As I walked into the house with the guys surrounding me, i heard a noise from out back.
 
"She's here" Liam said in relief.
 
We had been searching everywhere all day for her.
 
Harry and I walked towards the door to barely see her diving in the water. I opened the back door and shoved Harry over lightly.
 
"Go talk to her. I doubt she wants to talk to me first." I told him as he nodded unsure.
 
"I'll wait here for a few minutes." He just nodded again.
 
HARRY'S POV---------------
 
As I walked around the corner, unsure that this was a good idea, i could see her sobbing as she leaned her back against the pool wall.
 
Oh no. A broken Thea was always the worst way you could see her. Not because it was annoying and irritating, it was heart retching. It made you want to rock her until what ever problem she had vanished. It made you never want to hurt a girl the way she'd been hurt.
 
She obviously heard my footsteps as she turned around and saw me, almost relieved.
 
She was afraid that I was Niall.
 
"Hey there TJ" I bent down putting my feet in the water beside her. I waited for her to come to me, knowing if i went to her she'd shut down.
 
"Hi" Her voice was fragile and raspy from the crying, that even now as I sat here she couldn't control.
 
Thats how I knew he had broken her because usually she stopped sobbing when we came to comfort her. What angered me was he was the only person who could make her this way, she barely ever cried and if she did it was hardly ever over anything but him.
 
"So he told you?" I asked her as she stared at me in shock.
 
"You knew" She asked in a tone i'd rarely heard from her, especially towards me. Anger.
 
"No, no not before you left. It's just Niall, he talked to Simon and Simon had to tell him otherwsie Niall might have like ripped his throat out or maybe even quit the band. You know Niall always extreme in his emotion" I tried to say lightly hoping she'd crack a smile but she just pulled herself out of the water. Her knees curled to her chest and her mouth fell to her knee.
 

"Harry" She said my full name with so much pain.
"Am I not enough?" Right then, I think I could have murdered Oliver if he was here.
 
"Listen Thea, I don't think I should be the one to talk to you about this. I think you should talk to Ni" When I said this her face turned to me in confusion.
 
"Because, all I'm going to tell you is, you're gorgeous and for this type of thing you need your best friend. I know I may fall close second, but he's always been first. "
 
"No, I can't Harry. I did a terrible thing. I can't tell Niall, he'll never ever look at me the same. I can't Harry." She pretty much clung to my shirt as it soaked with water.
 
"Hey, you know that isn't true. You know he'll always think you're amazing. " I reminded her but she just shook her head and pulled away.
 
"Harry, before I found out, before the fans told me not him, I did something." That jerk had waited to let the fans tell her? Coward.
 
I was now focused on what she had said, she did something, but what?"
 
"Then tell me what you did that is so horrid?" I asked nicely.
 
"I, I, I slept with him" She instantly flew into my chest and cried as I tensed up. I knew it was going to happen..
 
NIALLS POV----------
 
I had finally started walking over as I saw her tense up at my name. That made me feel like I was a bad friend, that I scared her.
 
"No, I can't Harry. I did a terrible thing. I can't tell Niall, he'll never ever look at me the same. I can't Harry." The way her desperate voice shook made my heart hurt and the way she thought I'd ever think less of her shattered me.
 
When he reminded her that wasn't true, she seemed to hesitate believing it for a moment before continuing.
 
"Harry, before I found out, before the fans told me not him, I did something."
 
Figures he couldn't man up to tell him herself.
She could never do anything to disappoint me.
 

"Then tell me what you did that is so horrid?" He asked her knowing she couldn't do anything to make me view her different. By the way she bit her lip and adverted her gaze, i thought maybe she wouldn't tell him. That was until she blurted it out.
 
"I, I, I slept with him" As she flew into Harry's chest he tensed up as if he knew it was coming, and my heart broke standing there 5 ft away.
 
"You slept with him?" I asked her softly. She jumped letting a sob escape her lips.
 
"Ni, please let me, just let me explain." She stood up coming to meet me as Harry rubbed her back before walking away.
 
"That's okay. " I told her looking down hoping she wouldn't say anything more about it, not because i was disappointed in her. I was disappointed in me, I hadn't found her before it was too late, I was partly to blame for her brokenness . Also a part of me broke because well, because i loved her. More than I very well should and more than just a female mate.
 
I loved her the way Liam loved Danielle.
 
"I'm sorry" She whimpered.
"Don't be dis" Before she get the rest out I had her in a hug.
 
"Don't be ridiculous Thea. You didn't know, I bet you he told you he loved you and you didn't know what he had done yet." I stated more than asked because I knew that he had told her he loved her to try and keep her.
 
She only nodded into my chest as I sighed softly.
 
"That was his mistake, his fault Thea. He took advantage of you." I told her simple as she looked up at me still crying.
 
"c'mon Thea, don't cry. You're killing' me here. It drives me bloody mad that I couldn't find you and tell you and keep you from all this" This time she looked up at me smiling a small light smile.
 
"What?" I asked as she wiped her tears.
 
" I love when you talk all Britishy when your Irish" She laughed lowly as I smiled, loving the feeling of her cheering up.
 
"You really don't think poorly of me? " She asked suddenly. As she walked over to the table pulling a pair of green striped shorts on. I hadn't realized until now, how amazing she looked. Her toned body was tanned and the maroon bikini she had on made her look sexier that I had ever noticed. I couldn't help but groan as she eyed me suspiciously as I gulped.
 
" I told you, he took advantage. I could never think poorly of you, I think took much of you." I told her as
she slipped a white button up on. Hey that was my
shirt, one of my good Paul Smith shirts. As It hung to her body she only buttoned few in the middle. Instantly it began soaking in the extra water falling off
her body. Instantly my stomach churned and my face got hot. This was just fantastic, at a moment
like this and I couldn't keep it together.
 
"Thea" I moaned out as she turned to me as if she hadn't noticed.
 
"Yeah?" She asked now calm,and no longer crying.
 
"This is absolutely inappropriate and I know I have rubbish timing, but I have to tell you something."
 
"Sure Ni, anything" She said happily walking over to taking my hand and looking up at me. Encouraging me to go on, only if she knew what was coming I know it'd be different.
 
"I'm um, I'm going to kiss you. In three seconds, so if you don't want me to, you tell me and I won't."
 
Her face turned into shock and she instantly spoke up.
 
"Ni, I don't want you feeling sorry for me and kissing me to make me feel better. I'm not that shallow."
She seriously thought i was only kissing her out of pity.
"I feel anything but pity for you right now. It's uh, been a long time coming I guess. Like I said I have rubbish timing but, well Thea, I'm a little crazy about you?" I told her as she stepped a few steps back.
 
"Care to elaborate? Because if that means what I think you meant, I'm utterly confused." She told me shyly.
 
"It means that well, I love you more than a best mate. I love you like Liam loves Dani. I love you like I'm in love with you and I'm aware you don't return the feelings. It's just that, right now in the bikini and in that shirt.. Which is mine by the way" I told her smirking as she let out a small smile.
 
"I'm going to count to three and then I'm going to kiss you, because I want to. If you don't want me to, then say so." She nodded as I counted.
 
"1.. 2.." Before I got to three her lips were on mine. So unfair, I was suppose to kiss her. Then i realized it, she was kissing ME, SHE kissed me! That meant something right?
 
Before I knew it we both pulled away for air, and she was smiling at me and pulled me to her. Her head was right against my chest and I'm sure she could hear my heart humming and pounding in it's place.
 
I had been right because she let out a small laugh and kissed my chest.
 
" By the way. That shirt looks way sexier on you then it ever has on me." I said lowly in her ear as she shivered at my words against her.
 
"Where does this leave us? Cause you're right you do have pretty horrid timing. I just broke up with someone i though i loved but now I'm not sure i ever did. " She stepped back a little but i took her hand in mine.
 
"I should be thanking him, since his goodbye is the one that is going to make you mine. " I told her confidently as her eyebrow raised.
 
"We'll take it slow, promise. You know dates, hanging out, having fun. But don't doubt for a second that it won't end up serious because I meant what I said. I'm in love with you, Thea." She instantly wrapped her arms around my neck, standing on her tiptoes.
 
"I think goodbye was the best thing to happen to me." She whispered against my ear, as i did to her, and instantly my heart jumped and i shivered.
 
I could definitely get used to this.
 
"Oh by the way, you are unfired."
 
As I said it she laughed and pressed her lips to
mine again. That was just the beginning of what I knew would never end in goodbye.

One-Shot.
1/2
Song- Goodbyes Made You Mine- JT Hodges<3
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Niall's POV---------------
 
Before my day had even begun my head was off thinking about her. Everything about her just tugged at all of my heart strings. She wasn't the kind of girl that was meant for every one. She was subtle and most people would ignore how truly beautiful she was. She was small, maybe too small for some peoples likings, but she was perfect to me.
 
The main thing that caught you about her was her politeness, the shyness, the genuine concern she gave about everyone. Even her name was beautiful, Athena Jane Lucinda. I couldn't help but sigh at her name as I turned over in my bed.
 
Suddenly a voice was loud interrupting my thoughts.
 
"Wake up, Niall!" Harry's hyper voice rang through my ears.
"Harry, go away. I was having a good dream" I mumbled before he laughed.
 
"More like a wet one." My head instantly shot up throwing my pillow at him.
 
"Hey, its not my fault you were dreaming about our assistant." He smiled before walking out.
 
Okay, that was mean and could he have been any louder about it?
 
So what? I had a small little crush on Thea and she so happened to be our 'assistant.' As I st up sleepily I smiled knowing she'd be here any minute.
 
I ran to the bathroom, instantly switching the shower on. I could hear the boys laughing at my nervousness but i didn't care. My quick shower ended and I slid some comfortable clothes on, walking out to meet the boys.
 
" Is that left over pizza? " I asked before Zayn slid two cold pieces over to me as I sat beside him.
 
"So how was your dream?" Louis asked me with a smirk on his face.
 
"Harry!" I yelled at him as he leaned back into Louis.
 
"Morning boys!" Thea opened the door smiling. I couldn't help but smile before looking over at her.
 
She looked adorable, a little white skirt with her striped shirt tucked into it. She peeled her tan jacket off and came to sit beside me .
 
"Niall, I really wish you'd eat better" She whined before pulling a bag up onto the table as the boys laughed.
 
"Breakfast for the best boy band ever." Thea's smile spread and we all couldn't help but smile back at her as she passed our favorite foods around.
 
"and for you Niall, I tried something different. " The bag was passed to me as I smiled, eating whatever she had given me.
 
As I opened the bag, I couldn't believe she went through all the trouble.
 
"A traditional Irish breakfast?" I asked curiously as she smiled shyly.
 
"Thanks Thea" I leaned over hugging her as she laughed.
 
"Of course, that's what I'm here for. " Her smile faded as she stood up brushing her skirt off a bit.
 
"Oh AJ, you know you're more than that" I heard Zayn say to her.
 
"Not what management just told me. They said I've become to hands on and friendly. That I'm not an ideal assistant to your guys because i'm 'too' involved" She mumbled softly before leaning against the opposite counter.
 
"What?" Harry asked in surprise.
 
"There is NO way any of our management would say that." Louis assured her as I stood up from where i was enjoying my breakfast.
 
" Who said that Thea?" I asked her meeting her gaze slowly.
 
"Simon did." She told me as if she had said some awful thing. I instantly pulled her to my arms as the boys didn't laugh this time but looked at one another confused.
 
"Simon knows you're the best assistant ever. Also one of the best friends we've had besides one another." Liam told her finally speaking up.
 
"That's the problem. He thinks I should just be minimal in case things don't work out. Which I'm assuming someone complained about the banter between us all. I think I might be getting fired guys." She whispered not daring to look at any of us.
 
"That will NOT happen. Alright?" I told her seriously.
"I think it already has Ni." She hugged me again this time my shirt becoming wet at the shoulder.
 
"No, don't cry Thea. Please don't. It'll be okay." I whispered as the boys stood up joining us.
 
"I'll go talk to Simon." I told her before pulling away she caught my hand.
 
"Please, don't. It'll only make his argument worse. Just let things die down." Her voice was still sad but regained the strong I nodded my head but really I was going to talk to Simon and everyone knew it.
 

"Ni, will you help me pick a dress out though. Oliver is coming later, it's the first time I've seen him all month." She asked softly as if ashamed.
 
"Ugh! You know how I feel about him TJ, he always breaks up with you!" I whined helplessly as she looked down as Harry sighed.
 
"Just help her Nialler." He told me as if that was the only thing that would cheer her up.
 
"Fine,fine. C'mon." As much as it may of hurt me to see her with him, she was my best friend I couldn't say no.
 
The thing with Oliver was when he did come to see her there was always a catch, usually he broke up with her and the last time they did she came to me so upset I had told her the next time i would hurt him. I wasn't sure if I meant it but the two times after when he did she went to Harry instead of me so I think she believed me.
 
As she sat here in her bedroom pulling clothes out of her closet, I wondered if she thought he was here to break up with her.
 
"Thea, do you think its going to happen again?" I asked softly as she turned around with a green dress in her hand and a shocked expression.
 
"Ni, no I don't. I really think he's going to tell me he loves me finally" She whispered, maybe more for herself than for me.
 
She had been saying that for 4 months now, but decided on not saying anything.
 
"That one." I pointed to the dress she was holding.
 
"Okay give me five minutes." She smiled pulling a few other things from her closet. As she disappeared into her bathroom, i couldn't help but wonder if he would really tell her that. I'd never stand a chance then.
 
She came back out, the dress I had picked out on. A white cardigan thing over it that fell right above where the dress hit her hips. Her small features stood out and her little feet had small flat white shoes with flowers, covering them.
 
"You look great Thea. Beautiful really. " I complimented her knowing she'd blush. She never could take a compliment well, usually denying them. Most girls now a days did it so you'd argue with them that they were wrong, Thea did it because she really had no idea the affect she had on people.
 
"Thanks, lets hope Oliver thinks that" She whispered trying to accept the praise i had given her.
 
"He's be an idiot not to." I told her slightly smiling as her face became red.
 
"Niall, stop." She whined not wanting to hear the good things I had to say.
 
"I'm being serious, Thea. I wouldn't lie to you." I promised her as she nodded pulling her white sweater closer to her body.
 
"Well I better go, I guess" She told me while looking down at her phone.
 
"I guess so. Have fun" I tried to smile but as soon as she was gone it faded.
 
I still had to go talk to Simon, because this made no sense. He had hired her for us on our first American tour, so she had been with us a little over a year. She was only meant to be our tour guide and liaison of sorts.She sort of became a permanent hire .When he did make is choice, he hadn't even consulted us but he said she was perfect for us. She had proved that to be true every day since. Simon loved her, treated her like one of us and never cared we were all such good friends before.
 
As I walked into Simon's office, I hadn't bothered to knock. I knew if he hadn't wanted company he would have locked the door. Even if that was true he still looked surprised to see me. Which bothered me because hadn't he expected me to be here? He knew how close Thea was to us. Then i realized the way Thea had told us, it was suppose to be a secret and kept that way. Away from the rest of us boys and just between her and them.
 
I stormed in there as he turned to face me a smile flashing onto his face.
 
"Nialler" He chuckled almost wrapping his arms around me before I moved. His eye brows knitted together in confusion. I know people thought he was some cold, music producing robot, but that wasn't true. He cared about us and what we wanted, or at least I thought.
 
"How could you?" I asked him coldly.
 
"How could I what Nial? I'm confused." He told me simply with concern.
 
"You're little 'talk' with Thea. That's what" I spat angrily, even angrier than I had intended. Some managers may just laugh this off, some maybe too arrogant to care but Simon was family to us. Plus, management knew, without us there was no band. Without a band, they would lose millions and our fans would go insane, so usually management compromised with us. This though, was far from okay.
 
"What? That was a private, confidential chat Niall. How are you aware of that?" He asked now sitting in his chair gesturing me to sit as well. I just stood there, arms crossed waiting impatiently.
 
"You seriously thought my best friend wouldn't tell me you were probably going to fire her for being friends with me?" I asked coldly as he put his hands up in defense.
 
"Niall, listen okay. That's not what happened." He tried to argue but I knew he was lying.
 
"Tell her to keep it secret was like telling Harry he wasn't aloud to tell Louis something. She couldn't help it, and you made her cry Simon. Do you know how angry I actually am? This isn't a stupid game you can play with our feelings, we may be YOUR band but I am my own person and I choose who my friends are. Not you, or anyone else, ever." I snapped so furiously that he stood up.
 
"Thats not what we are trying to do. We are just trying to put some distance between the band and her because of image." He told me seriously, but i was confused.
 
Thea was literally the best person I'd ever met, if anything she made us look better.
 
"What are you talking about, are you mad? She makes us look like saints half the time, keeping us in check, feeding us healthy foods, cheering us up. "
 
" Niall, sit down" He asked me politely and I knew somehow he hadn't told her something he was about to share with me. So I did as he said and sat as he rested against the front of his desk.
 
"It's not her exactly, or even at all really." His voice was calm but cryptic.
 
"It's who she associated with. " He added before looking over to me as if i was suppose to catch on.
 
In my head i registered his words, slowly.
 
We were the only people she did associate with, i mean there had been her two best friends before us, but they had used her to get close to us. She hadn't been friends with them in months. Her family only included her mom and two year old brother back in the US. She didn't have anybody else, so I didn't understand. Except, wait.. she had Oliver.
 
"Oliver?" I asked cautiously. He only nodded his head slowly but apologetically as if already apologizing for having to tell me.
 
"People are aware of who he is, just as anybody is when they're associated with famous people. Last week he was caught in a brawl Niall. A bar fight that ended badly, that he may be seriously charged for. " He told me as I sort of understood, he was probably going to jail for assault.
 
" He didn't mean to , it was probably self defense Simon. I mean he's a jerk but not an idiot." I defended him knowing I had to for Athena.
 
"No Niall, he provoked it. He slept with this guys girlfriend and was talking to him about it like it was happening at the exact moment and he was sober."
 
As the words hit me, that meant, that meant Oliver cheated on Thea. That meant she was meeting her and she had no idea. I wondered if he would tell her, and then i remembered who Oliver was and I jumped up from my seat.
 
"It's not her fault " was all i could manage to get out before I was out the door.
 
I had to find Thea before her date, but when i ready my watch I knew I was too late.
 
It was noon, and she was ON her date.
 
There was the catch, why Oliver was here. I had found out a little too late though and now, I wished I had kept my word and hurt him long ago.

One-Shot.
3/3
Song- Six Am/We Should Whisper.
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"Louis, look at me. Just once, please?" I begged, but my voice strangled at the desperateness of the situation. He was curled to his knees on the floor crying harder than I thought possible. His hands were pulling at his hair as if trying to stop the words in his head.
 
He was obviously fighting with himself for telling me, and freaking out over my spot in the band.
 
"I shouldn't , oh Haz. " He whispered sadly. His eyes fixated on the carpet as he rocked slightly.
 
"Liam, Niall and Zayn, they swore it'd be fine. They said, oh Harry what did I do. Don't hate me, i'm sorry. We can forget this, we can. Say we can." He finally looked up at me, but not in my eyes. We both knew that if he did, he'd know what I thought and my thoughts wouldn't agree.
 
"Boobear.." I cooed softly.
"Look at me." I said so softly you could practically hear his hesitation but after a few seconds he looked up at me. His eyes caught with mine as a shiver went down his body. I smiled knowing I'd done that.
 
"I'm going to come closer, okay?" I practically begged. He shook his head frantically, as if begging me not to.
 
"Okay" was all he managed to choke out, but swiftly kept shaking his head . I took three slow careful steps before he was arms length away.
 
"Louis. Look at me." I demanded, this time not asking. He complied and let out a quick unfinished sob, because before he finished i had him held in my arms. It was funny the way we had always magically been perfectly fitted for each other. The way he could be sitting, standing, kneeling, whatever it was we always molded together perfectly.
 
His sigh was quick but calm and steady.
 
"Louis, lets go lay in bed." I asked as we were both tired, and I still a little drunk. He didn't talk but let me move towards the bed with him. AS he lay beside me, he tried to turn so he didn't have to see me.
 
"Turn around, Boo. I want you to hear this and understand every word." I placed my hand around him dragging him closer. After a few moments he turned over, his face almost buried into my neck. His hot breath breathed onto my collarbone caused my stomach to heat up. Louis' normally adventurous blue ocean eyes were now shut so tight he had to be uncomfortable.
 
"Louis." I whined tugging at his hand like a toddler would at a mother.
 
"Harry." He gulped, almost begging me to stop.
"Just for a moment please?"
"Didn't anyone ever tell you not making eye contact is.. hmm what's that word" I said trying to think of what I had constantly been told.
 
"Bad communication and presentation skills." He finished for me looking up at me sadly.
 
"That!" I sighed laughing .
"Simon used to tell me that because i got so nervous, I'd just stare at you and get lost there." He added quietly as if it was suppose to be a big secret.
 
"No way. I thought it was just cause you were nervous. Not cause of me. He never said so anyway." I told him in disbelief.
 
"He did. Once he said it right in front of Niall. I cried for like a half hour." He laughed dryly.
 
"Aw. My poor Louis." I pulled him closer to me.
"Harry. We can't do this." He didn't tell me, it was like he was asking me to not go forward.
 
"You cannot tell me you've been in love with me for bloody two years and have you breathing on my neck like that, and NOT expect me to kiss you Lou." I said almost apologetically.
 
He tried to back up as I said this, noticing he wasn't helping his case but I grabbed him harder than I ever have.
 
"No. Management doesn't tell me who i can love and who i can be. Louis, we're just us, and I love you. " I whispered into his ear as he groaned loudly, not of annoyance though.
 
" Haz" He whimpered.
"Boo, I can get a new dream. In fact for the last month my only dreams have had to do with being with you. I want you. If I can't be in the band, which I will say this I highly doubt will happen, then oh well. Lou, just listen to me. If they kicked us out of the band, Niall, Zayn, AND Liam would leave too. As much as that might cost all of us in our broken contracts, they could take me to jail and i'd still be fine. I'd know you felt the exact same way about me that I fell for you. Isn't that enough for you? Aren't I enough?"I whined trying to guilt trip him.
 
When his head snapped up, I could tell it had worked.
 
"Harry!" He gasped.
"Of course, of course you mad fool! I've been helplessly, hopelessly, and tortuously in love with you for 2 year you bloody fool. Don't be thick, you know you've always been enough. Always!" He assured but before I could laugh or cry or even sigh his lips attached to mine.
 
This wasn't like the first kiss we had shared. The gentle, slow, sweet kiss that lingered only a few minutes. This kiss was just a good if not better for this exact moment. His lips were hungry, needy, hot, wanting, all things I felt too. I could feel the heat in my lower abdomen rise. It was unreal hot this felt, but it was also an experience I'd never had before.
 
My lips needed no more than his hovering over mine to react to the kiss. Mine were hungry and needy too, but a cool temperature about them from all the crying. It was the best sensation in the world as my cold lips me his sweltering hot ones. They melted together as my tongue felt for his.
 
His hands were fumbling to my red Tshirt, hesitating before I pushed his hands urging him to do it
 
He hand my shirt above my head before we pulled away. He smiled and his cold palms pressed to my chest. I let out a small whine and he threw his head back in laughter, the sight only made me moan more.
 
"Naughty Hazza. " He whispered against my neck as the moans just poured into his mouth when they connected with mine.
 
My hands reached to his stripy shirt and instantly grabbed the hem not thinking twice. We were both lying topless, his body shifted above mine as he slightly hovered. His kisses deepened as they trailed down my cheek, then my jaw and then my neck. When he found my sweet spot he knew, he
absolutely knew. He bit so softly it was like grazing the skin. My chest rose and I squirmed gently as he pinned my waist with his one hand.
 
When I finally got free from his grip, he was underneath me in a split second. He gasped as I did so .
 
"Harry, that " He was breathless and I knew I could spend my life like this.
 
"I could" I breathed almost gasping from the lack of oxygen
 
"live like this, in this moment.. forever Louis." I hovered above him to catch his eyes tearing up.
 
"Lou, don't cry" I pushed my thumb gently underneath his eye to swipe the tear away.
 
"Harry, they're happy tears love." My skin shivered at the way he called me love.
 
"I want this, Louis. I mean, don't you?" I asked quietly looking away.
 

LOUIS' POV----------------
 
I couldn't believe he had to ask.
 
"I've wanted this for longer than you even knew about Haz. I'm just scared. Aren't you?" I asked
incredulously.
 
I wasn't exactly prepared for his answer.
 
"Not at all. "His smiled was confident and reflected his voice well.
 
"How, I mean how aren't you terrified?" I asked as he took his place beside me, his hand outreached for mine.
 
"Louis, just this once, Listen carefully. " He mumbled into my hair.
 
"I have NEVER, not ever wanted anything more than I want you. I will specify, I do not mean that in the I WANT want you way." I told him sincerely, but he just instantly looked hurt and pulled away.
 
"No, no Boo. I mean, CLEARLY I want you that way as well." I laughed puling him securely into my arms, his mouth on my neck kissing me ever so softly. A few moans escaped my lips before I continued.
 
" I mean, for so long you've been my band mate, my best friend, my security, my family. My everything really, except not the love of my life. I didn't realize that and I wish I had, I wasted time. As soon as you kissed me backstage last month" I paused looking down at him as his cheeks burned red.
 
"I never once doubted what it was, I knew why I didn't want you to pull away and I think subconsciously I had been battling it ever since I met you, until that
kiss. I didn't even try to deny it after that. I've wanted you so bad since, I really could not be happier so all i can feel is relief that you're here with me, laying in my arms. Even if it's just for a night. Even if you come to senses in the morning, I'm not scared of being anything but happy for just that."
 
His face smiled up at me as his lips reached mine softly. He pulled away too quickly for my liking.
 
"Harry. I don't want to run away anymore. I don't want to run away from who I am, who you are, who WE are. I think it'd much rather like it if instead of running away from each other away and ourselves, could we maybe ya' know. Run towards something, together I mean?"
 
"I could say yes to that, for forever Louis."
 
After that,all the kissing and the lack of clothing, I couldn't really explain what happened, except what happens when most couples fall madly in love and have no where to run but towards each other.
 
We had realized running towards something was far better than running away from ourselves.
 
<3

One Shot
Part 2/3
Song- Six AM/ We Should Whisper.<3
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HARRY'S POV------
 
Why? I just didn't understand why I let my mouth open and speak those words. I knew every word was true, but I possibly just ruined the best friendship I have ever known. My eyes kept watering, as much as i brushed the tears away fiercely. Listening to the silence fill my room, I was aware now that the same sounds came from downstairs.
 
Making Louis cry wasn't what I wanted, I wasn't even sure what it is I had wanted. I could feel the alcohol spreading thickly through my body, working its after affects onto my brain. Causing things to blur and to become out of focus. I slowly curled onto my bed, and laid there for what seemed like forever.
 
Sleep didn't seem to be in the cards tonight, as I kept tossing and turning, crumpling my sheets as I did so.
 
All I could think about clearly was the kiss, the one, very long kiss, Louis had given to me.
 
*One Month Ago*
"Hazza!" He jumped quickly off the steps leading off the stage.
 
"Boo!" I slid over hugging him tightly as we walked back to our dressing room.
 
"Your solo was perfection Lou" I complimented as I sat down and he pushed the door closed.
 
"Thanks" He looked down blushing.
"Lou, are you embarrassed?" I let a chuckle slip out as he caught my gaze for a millisecond before i pulled him down on my lap. He laughed lightly as I brushed his hair back out of his eyes.
 
"That solo was meant for you." I reminded as he nodded slowly.
 
"Seriously, Lou. You're incredible and I don't think you get that. You're not just an amazing singer, you're an amazing person. I don't know what I'd do without you, except for the fact I'd be in school instead of on stage living my dream. I love you Louis , and I admire you so much." My voice was serious but he could tell it was loving and I could tell he was touched just by the glint in his eyes. His glossed over, tear filled eyes.
 
"Harry. " He sighed contently before it happened.
" Yeah L-" I had been cut off by his heated soft lips. As the morphed onto my lips, I had figured it was a friendly kiss, as we had shared a few times before. So I hadn't been confused or nervous until his tongue trailed across my bottom lip asking for entrance. I had barely jumped, not wanting him to back away. This is what scared me, I was enjoying it so I let him slip his tongue into my mouth.
 
As our groans and tongues slipped out into each others mouths, I had pulled him sitting up close as I could get him to my body. Our tongues twisted with each other for minutes until he backed away and planted two small short kisses on my mouth. He smiled slightly, blushing, the same way I was.
 
After he had grabbed my hand and led me back to the stage for our next song.
 
That was it, but it was enough to make me fall for him, in a way a best friend shouldn't.
 
That was the day I had fallen in love with Louis.
 
*Present Time*
 
Now as I sat here a month later, drunk and exhausted curled around my sheets and crying into my pillow, i had wished that moment never happened.
 
It took me a moment to realize he was standing in my doorway, for how long, I didn't know.
 
"Can- Can I come in- just for a moment?" He asked softly and his voice was unsteady holding a sob back.
 
"Of course, Lou." Like it wasn't already obvious I just wanted him here with me.
 
It took him a moment before he approached the bed.
 
LOUIS' POV-----------
 
He hadn't said no, which is what surprised me. I had expected a no, so when he agreed so quickly I hesitated. Still, I made my way to the bed. I sat a foot from where his feet lay, curled into the fetal position almost.
 
His tears were still silently falling as his breathing increased with it and he rubbed continuously at his eyes, sighing in frustration.
 
His eyes looked distant like he was somewhere else, or at least his thoughts were. I knew, I just knew he was thinking about that kiss. Some part of me just knew. Before I could stop myself It flew out of my mouth.
 
"Your thinking about it." I said more as a hesitant statement than a question. I had immediately regretted it when I heard Harry's breath hitch,a few times more and I thought he was fine again. That wasn't the case, as he swallowed the last ragged breath, he let out a small sob that erupted. Before he could stop himself he was sobbing, his shoulders shaking as he pulled his knee's to his chest still lying down.
 
All I wanted to do was lay against him and hold him still until all the bad went away. I knew I couldn't so I did the only thing I could. I rubbed his leg softly, below the knee.
 
"Harry, listen." I began as my voice crackled.
"I can't Louis, I can't hear you say it. I know you don't feel that way." I know you love, you love Ele-" He paused crying out in pain again, causing me to flinch and hold his leg in my palm.
 
"You lov-e her" His voice sobbed out. Harry whole body shook now and I just wanted him to understand.
 
It was quite the opposite. I had been in love with Harry longer than he had been with me. Except I knew, I knew we couldn't be together. Management had already told me that when I first signed and I had brought up the feelings I had for Harry.
 
They had said ' A lot of people won't approve, the parents of the kids listening to you. Your band will suffer if it even is able to get started outside of X factor. People don't want controversy they want great music and girls want desirable boys, straight boys. You cannot date Harry, otherwise he will be replaced in the band.'
 
They hadn't said me, not me being replaced, they'd replace him.
 
Somehow looking down at him, the way he was now, I didn't care what management said.
 
His soft broken voice just kept murmuring something. I couldn't quite catch it so I leaned over to hear him.
 
" Why did you kiss me?" He muttered repeatedly as if he was trying to piece it together the same way he had been piecing his heart together for a month as I rejected him countless times.
 
My blood rose and my intense anger at management began to pulsate through my entire body. I couldn't help but think of what the guys had said after I told them why I couldn't be with Harry.
 
"They can't replace Harry" Liam said sternly trying to convince me.
"Yes they can, they do that sort of thing ALL the time."
I muttered shaking my head.
 
"No, what Liam means is, no matter what the cost if they cut Harry or any one of us for that matter, we'd all leave. We'd be a local band or an unsigned one. We're family Louis, no one is left behind. Especially not because our management doesn't believe in the choice to love whoever you want. " Zayn has assured me.
 
"Loving Harry doesn't make you gay or bi sexual even, it means you just love another person as more than a friend. Louis, our fans love us , straight or not. They love our music, not our sexuality. This isn't like it was in 1940, people are a lot more open now. The point is we still love you, Harry still loves you, we're a great band who makes great music." Niall said softly grabbing my hand.
 
They were right weren't they? I was just Louis and he was just Harry and no matter what happened, we'd always be a band making great music because we loved it. Sitting here now, whether it be my realization or my anger at management or most likely my helplessness at seeing Harry so damn broken, I couldn't help wanting to tell me.
 
I moved behind him and he didn't object as I laid beside him. After a moment I wrapped my arms perfectly around his built body that was now shaking violently. He flinched a little but didn't draw away.
 
"Louis, please. Make it stop, make it stop hurting!" He cried out, the pain was so unbearable, i had never imagined a person like this. Let alone my Hazza, strong and sensitive. I could only think of one solution and that, was the truth.
 
"Harry, I need you to ask you something." I sighed softly but he tensed as if contemplating listening.
 
"Harry. If i needed to tell you something, important, would you want me to look into your eyes or is that too much right now?" I asked nervously almost hoping he'd say it was too much.
 
"It's- I can't Lou. I just" He couldn't continue, and apart of me cried for him not being able to look at me. Although it sort of made this easier.
 
For a few moments I stayed silent, saying the words in my head before out loud. I didn't know how to say it, did I work my way out, or just say it or what did I do?
 
"I'm in love with you Haz." I tried to sound confident and not sound nervous so he'd believe me. I could feel his body freeze, he didn't let out a breath for a few seconds and his body stopped shaking instantly.
 
Suddenly he slowly turned over, looking down for a moment before looking into my eyes. His eyes were pleading with me to say it again, to confirm what he had heard as if it was a dream.
 
I smiled slowly and nervously.
I nodded my head softly.
 
"I have been in love with you for a long, LONG time Haz" I said tiredly as I finally let go of my secret i had been holding onto for almost 2 years.
 
"How long is long Lou?" He asked not daring to meet my eyes this time.
 
This time my voice wouldn't come out steady and I knew that.
 
"2- uh- 2" I choked as Harry had a small tender smile as he placed his hand on my cheek.
 
"2 months?" He said reassuringly, as if he knew that was the right answer. I couldn't help but laugh lowly and I pulled his face towards my lips.His face was still tear stained but confused as my lips touched next to his ear.
 
"Years" I whispered hoarsely as Harry jumped. Instantly sitting up staring down at me with wild eyes.
 
"Excuse me?" He demanded in a husky voice that truly made me want to groan.
 
"Harry, let me explain." I pleaded as he looked sort of angry and upset.
 
"Please, yeah, uh do that" He demanded unsure as he ran his hand through his loose wild curls.
 
"Right after we got signed I had noticed I was in love with you. I mean I wasn't lying when I said I had a crush on you in the X factor house."
 
His face was still bothered but he nodded as if telling me to keep going.
 
"I mean I told Simon and management. I did, I told them I didn't know if I was gay or not, but i was in love with you and I knew it wasn't going away. They told me I wasn't aloud to tell you, Harry. They said our fans would hate us before we even became a band and parents would disapprove and I'd ruin all of our dreams. Not just mine, but yours. Liam's, Niall's and Zayn's too." I paused looking to see his face but he turned away. I whimpered softly.
 
He couldn't even look at me, he was that mad?
 
"Haz, look at me. Please" I pulled his chin towards me and I could see the anger built up in his face as he exhaled.
 
He nodded instructing me to continue. I gulped unsure of what to do. after a minute he grabbed my hand lightly and squeezed it reassuringly once.
 
"They told me if I pursued you, they'd.." I trailed off beginning to doubt if i should be doing this. The war in my head between what felt right and what management though was right began. It was tearing me apart and I began to cry softly. My face buried into my knees and my silent cries were muffled.
 
A hand brushed over my hair and tugged on my hand trying to get me to continue.
 
"They'd what ,Boo? It's alright, tell me." He whispered in my ear and I looked up to meet his soft eyes. Anger was still on his face but now I was beginning to think it wasn't with me.
 
"They'd ki-ck you out of the band. Oh god, Haz. They were going to replace you. They knew threatening me wouldn't work, so they were going to make it my fault if your dream got taken from you. God, Oh god! - They- Oh- " I began to sob realizing there wasn't a turning back, he cant unhear these things.
 
"Harry, oh no. What did I do, I just ruined your dream. I - I - Oh god." I shook thinking about them bringing him in the room and ending his career, his hopes and dreams. I thought about what that meant, a broken Harry. More broken than I had just seen him, worse then I'd ever seen him. He'd be angry at me, hate me forever. I'd be dead to him. As this hit me, I couldn't help but jump off the bed sobbing. I had to get out of here had to put as much distance between me and him as I could.
 
I ran to my room, running lightly into the door before the door knob hit my hand and i jerked it open. Before I could close it though, Harry was between the crack and slipped into my room and slammed the door shut with his foot.
 
As if to prove a point that I wasn't escaping, i wasn't running away again,he locked it.

One shot.(:
Part 1/3
Six AM- We Should Whisper. <3
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Louis' POV------------
 
To say i was crushed was an understatement, i was devastated. All i really wanted to do was curl up in my bed with his warm body against me, although i knew that wasn't an option any longer.
 
I had at least hoped he was home and would tell me it would be alright. I was confused at how I'd gone from planning my five month anniversary dinner with Eleanor, to here. Completely shattered by the confusing and vague breakup she had given me.
 
She had barely said anything and when she finally did all it was, was something i hadn't wanted nor planned on hearing.
 
The words ' This isn't working Lou, i love you and you love me but not enough to continue like this, I'm sorry. I hope we can be friends.' Those words had been echoing in my head the last 20 minutes I had been walking home.
 
When i finally reached Harry& I's front porch i went to twist the door knob, but it was locked. This was particularly odd because Harry had been here just an hour ago, before I left and I was returning as the clock neared 10 PM. He should have been here and if he wasn't Liam was going to have a field day with this when he finds out.
 
As i walked through the door, the house was relatively dark . My feet stumbled into a few pieces of furniture before my hands found the hall light. The television was still on playing The Notebook.
 
I knew he wasn't here just by how quiet and dark the house was, so I made my way to the kitchen and cleaned up the mess he had left behind.
 
My mind couldn't help but wonder where he was, was he coming home tonight? I had also wondered if this was my fault, again? Then i couldn't help but think of Eleanor and what she had said. ' I hope we can be friends', no i wanted to be so much more.
 
Tears began to stream down my face steadily before i heard the doorway filled with thumping. Harry's footsteps weren't exactly gentle, instead you head him stumble. As I listened before going to find him i could hear him in our living area, rummaging for something.
 
"Harry" My voice came out horse and cracked as I entered the room, standing against the doorway only peering in.
 
His hands were fumbling with the vodka bottle we had sitting on the table. Until today it hadn't even been opened, but by now as I should have realized before, it was 1/3 gone.
 
I rushed to his side as he swayed, my hands catching firm grasp on his waist. My other hand around the bottle now, where Harry tried to fight my hand off but couldn't stop shaking.
 
"Louisssss" He whined like a 5 year old. His bottom lip stuck out clearly trying to persuade me into giving him the bottle. It might have if i hadn't noticed how obviously drunk he was and how it had only taken an hour for him to get this way.
 
"Harry, did you drive?" I asked seriously, as he caught my gaze.
 
"Course not" He slurred happily pointing to the table where the car keys had been strung over a few magazines.
 
"Okay, lets get you up to bed. Liam's going to kill us" I proclaimed as he just groaned slumping down on the couch.
 
"Harry, to the bedroom." I urged but he just pulled me on top of him where I soon froze.
 
"Louis." He breathed quietly, barely audible.
"Yeah mate?" My voice came out at the same tone as his, knowing very well he had a headache.
 
"Were you crying, Loubear?" He asked ever so gently and reached his hand out of mine only to brush it against my tear stained cheeks. I blushed feeling slightly embarrassed even drunk he could tell my sadness, and another part of me knew the blush was from his hand grazing my skin.
 
" It's nothing Haz." If only my voice could comply with my response, but it hadn't, shaking and a breath catching in the back of my throat where i knew a sob was working its way up.
 
"Oh Lou." He murmured leaning his face into my neck.
 
"Haz, why were you drinking?" I asked him trying to avoid telling him about Eleanor. Knowing good and well he'd storm out or he'd look at me with tear dripped eyes, or just go quiet.
 
"I'll tell you if you tell me why you were crying. " His voice a little louder now, stern even but still child like and curious.
 
" Okay fair enough. " I began but paused knowing I had to explain first. As most of the time i always had when we talked seriously.
 
"Eleanor, she uh.. broke up with me" I said hesitantly beginning to cry again. Harry's head lifted a little, and when his green eyes caught my blue ones i could see it.
 
The little glimmer of hope, of happiness or relief even, but then it fell back into his drunk features. Before he could say what he wanted i interjected.
 
"I mean Hazza, I love her and she just told me I didn't. She doesn't get that I do, so much, she's the one for me. I'm telling you, shes the one I want to..."
 
I froze feeling his eyes staring at me before looking away and inching towards the other side of the couch.
 
" You want to what Louis?" He demanded, hurt filled his voice.
 
"Haz." I whispered and he flinched at the nickname.
 
"Don't" He warned, an edge I knew too well appearing in his husky voice.
 
"She's the girl I'd want to marry." I told him dryly, but i knew, it was anything but dry. It had cut him like a knife as he tensed at the word.
 
"Are you happy, there i said it? Why are we doing this Harry? I thought we were past it! I thought we were done with he fighting and the drinking and the awkward tension? Why can't we move on and just get past it Haz."
 
My voice came out desperate i knew that, but it was the way his face looked crumpled in pain that had my heart retching out of its place in my chest.
 
He slowly stood up and turned to me, a mixture of emotions filled his eyes that even I, didn't know.
 
"Don't" He growled again at the nickname. I finally stood up a few feet between us.
 
"I just want my Hazza back." I whimpered lowly and softly.
 
"NO!" He screamed and before I could calm him down he was off.
 
"You know exactly why, you know why I was out drinking. Don't pretend to be dense Louis, at least admit it. Admit you know it's killing me and you just keep making it worse when you tell me those things!" His voice was trembling and his eyes were glossed over and all I wanted to do was wrap my arms around him.
 
"You know how i feel! You know it! So don't sit here talking about her" He spit venemously.
 
"When you know what that kiss did to me! " I flinched at his words but remained where i was none the less.
 
"It was a mistake Harry, it was never suppose to happen. It shouldn't matter." I sighed covering my face with my hand.
 
Before I knew it his hot breath was breathing heavily on the back of my hands. I let my hands drop to my sides as he leaned in closer.
 
"You are not really that thick Louis and we both know it. I know it but if you need me to spell it out, fine" His voice was cold and deep as I sighed.
 
"Harry, don't." I whispered letting a few tears spill out.
 
He laughed dryly and put his hands on my hips, causing my breath to hitch, almost choking.
 
"You asked for it." He reminded with a smirk upon his lips, although we both knew how torn he was.
 
"I am..." Harry voiced caught in the back of his throat, and his gaze adverted from mine momentarily. I could see the tears trickling down his face.
 
"I'm in love with you, and we both know that kiss started it all. " His whisper was right next to my ear, i could feel his hot tears on my cheek.
 
"Hazza" I began to try and comfort him.
 
"No, Louis. You kissed me, and now I'm left broken, and I'm a little too drunk to care about your stupid apology." His voice was now unreadable and blank as he puled away from me going up the stairs.
 
"You kissed me Lou. You did this, and now I don't know if I'm fixable. You may just have to live with that, and for that, I really am" He choked back the sob weaving it's way in his throat to finish his sentence.
 
"Sorry." Was what he said before stumbling upstairs leaving me standing in the hall against the wall. Crying wasn't the word for this vocal alarming sob that escaped my lips that i could hear being reciprocated upstairs.
 
It was safe to say, Harry had, had a little too much. The problem was it wasn't of alcohol, it was of me. It was of what I had done too him.
 
I had broken my best friend and that was enough to break me.