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Harry sat on the floor of the living room. He heard the front door open, and stood to see who it was. It was Niall in a bro tank and he was all sweaty, indicating he had just gotten back from the gym. Harry went up to give him a hug, but Niall backed away.
"Eww, Harry! I'm all sweaty!"
Harry smiled.
"I don't care."
"But I do! Let me shower first, alright?"
Harry sighed.
"Fine, fine."
Niall flashed him a smile and ran upstairs to the bathroom. Niall always seemed to put a smile on Harry's face. He walked back to the living room and fell soundly asleep on the couch.
*~*
Harry awake an hour later to a horrible sound. Almost like gagging or dry heaving. Someone was definetly throwing up in the bathroom. He walked upstairs. He and Niall were the only ones in the house. Was Niall sick? Did he have the flu? Harry rushed upstairs and lightly tapped on the bathroom door. There was no answer, so he let himself in. There, kneeling in front of the toilet, was Niall. But he wasn't sick. He had two fingers down his throat. Niall shot up from where he kneeling.
"Harry!? What are you doing here?!"
"I..um.."
"Get out!!!"
Harry quickly shut the door. He backed away from it and slid down the opposite wall. Was Niall bulimic? Why? Everyone knew he was perfect. 5 minutes later, Niall came out of the bathroom. Harry started to stand, but Niall had rushed into his bedroom before Harry had the chance. Harry walked over to Niall's bedroom door and knocked.
He heard a muffled "Go away" on the other side. Like hell he was going to leave Niall in this state.
"Niall let me in or I'll let myself in."
Harry heard another "Go away" but much softer. Harry turned the knob and let himself in. Niall was curled up in a fetal position on his bed. Harry sat next to him.
"Niall, why?"
Niall sat up.
" You wouldn't understand. Everything about you is perfect. You're beautiful, you're talented, and everyone loves you. You wouldn't understand."
Harry was taken aback. Everyone loved Niall as well.
"Niall, you have so many fans!"
Niall released a short, harsh laugh.
"Yeah, and that was after I started working out and getting thinner. Obviously these girls are just in it for our looks. They have to be because without the looks, I'm nothing. I'm not a good singer. Without the looks, I'm the hanger on in this group. One wrong move and management will kick me out."
Harry stood.
"If management kicked you out, I would leave as well! And the others would do the same!"
Niall sighed.
"This is the only way for me to stay, Harry. I don't have a choice."
"Niall, you do have a choice. It is not the only way. Doing this to yourself won't make it better! You have to ignore the haters and listen to the real Directioners. The ones who love you just as much as they love the rest of us. And a lot love you even more."
"Oh I highly doubt that."
"Have you even looked at the blogs dedicated to us? To you? There are millions of girls on the Internet who love you for your voice and your personality. If you took the time to look for the good fans, you would see they overshadow all of the bad ones." Niall sat up.
"Really? There are some good ones?"
"Nialler, there are millions of them! The only really bad one is you. You're to hard on yourself. You should be enjoying this!"
"But Harry... I don't know if I can stop."
Harry took Niall's hands in his.
"I'll help you. We'll all help you. We are all here for you, babe."
Harry pulled Niall into a tight hug, and he could feel Niall smiling against his chest.
"Eww, Harry! I'm all sweaty!"
Harry smiled.
"I don't care."
"But I do! Let me shower first, alright?"
Harry sighed.
"Fine, fine."
Niall flashed him a smile and ran upstairs to the bathroom. Niall always seemed to put a smile on Harry's face. He walked back to the living room and fell soundly asleep on the couch.
*~*
Harry awake an hour later to a horrible sound. Almost like gagging or dry heaving. Someone was definetly throwing up in the bathroom. He walked upstairs. He and Niall were the only ones in the house. Was Niall sick? Did he have the flu? Harry rushed upstairs and lightly tapped on the bathroom door. There was no answer, so he let himself in. There, kneeling in front of the toilet, was Niall. But he wasn't sick. He had two fingers down his throat. Niall shot up from where he kneeling.
"Harry!? What are you doing here?!"
"I..um.."
"Get out!!!"
Harry quickly shut the door. He backed away from it and slid down the opposite wall. Was Niall bulimic? Why? Everyone knew he was perfect. 5 minutes later, Niall came out of the bathroom. Harry started to stand, but Niall had rushed into his bedroom before Harry had the chance. Harry walked over to Niall's bedroom door and knocked.
He heard a muffled "Go away" on the other side. Like hell he was going to leave Niall in this state.
"Niall let me in or I'll let myself in."
Harry heard another "Go away" but much softer. Harry turned the knob and let himself in. Niall was curled up in a fetal position on his bed. Harry sat next to him.
"Niall, why?"
Niall sat up.
" You wouldn't understand. Everything about you is perfect. You're beautiful, you're talented, and everyone loves you. You wouldn't understand."
Harry was taken aback. Everyone loved Niall as well.
"Niall, you have so many fans!"
Niall released a short, harsh laugh.
"Yeah, and that was after I started working out and getting thinner. Obviously these girls are just in it for our looks. They have to be because without the looks, I'm nothing. I'm not a good singer. Without the looks, I'm the hanger on in this group. One wrong move and management will kick me out."
Harry stood.
"If management kicked you out, I would leave as well! And the others would do the same!"
Niall sighed.
"This is the only way for me to stay, Harry. I don't have a choice."
"Niall, you do have a choice. It is not the only way. Doing this to yourself won't make it better! You have to ignore the haters and listen to the real Directioners. The ones who love you just as much as they love the rest of us. And a lot love you even more."
"Oh I highly doubt that."
"Have you even looked at the blogs dedicated to us? To you? There are millions of girls on the Internet who love you for your voice and your personality. If you took the time to look for the good fans, you would see they overshadow all of the bad ones." Niall sat up.
"Really? There are some good ones?"
"Nialler, there are millions of them! The only really bad one is you. You're to hard on yourself. You should be enjoying this!"
"But Harry... I don't know if I can stop."
Harry took Niall's hands in his.
"I'll help you. We'll all help you. We are all here for you, babe."
Harry pulled Niall into a tight hug, and he could feel Niall smiling against his chest.
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I Like To Snog 1
"Hey." I turned and saw Eleanor, frowning. I looked at my girlfriend in concern, and she sat me down on the park bench. We were supposed to have a romantic date, but I guess not. "We really need to talk." She started.
"Are you breaking up with me?" I asked, straight forward.
"What? No!" She cried, grabbing my hand. "Its just... Harry." I looked at her big beautiful eyes. She was dead serious. Harry? What did he have anything to do with this?
"Whats wrong with him? Did he get hurt?!" I cried.
"No Louis!" She said sternly, clearly jealous. "No one knows Eleanor "Louis's girlfriend." Yet everyone knows this big bromance you have with Harry."
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I Like to Snog 2
Harry opened the door to our home and dropped his keys, smiling. "Don't you just love taking a break from One Direction?"
I ignored the boy, my eyes looking straight at the T.V. "Yeah, sure mate."
"Lou? Are you alright?" He sat next to me and nudged my shoulder.
I shivered, pushing him away for a moment. "My goodness your cold! Take that jacket off." He quickly stripped the thin jacket off and smiled. I shushed him and continued to look at the interview.
"Well, I like Liam out of One Direction." Niall said, smiling. "He's very nice, but he could be very serious during interviews. I like it."
"I didn't know you-" Liam started, only to be
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I Like To Snog 4
"Shit shit shit!" I yelled, speeding quickly down the road as fast as I possible could. Why do I feel so bad for leaving Harry there? I should be feeling sorry Eleanor! Its all about Eleanor. But it doesn't feel like I could feel sorry for her. I pulled the car over after a long contemplation and pulled out my mobile phone. I dialed the girls number and waited before a furious Eleanor came on the line.
"What the fuck, Louis!" She screamed in my ear, obviously pissed off.
"Look Eli, I am really sorry! Harry-" Shit.
"Oh! So this is Harry's fault? Again? Didn't I tell you to stop hanging around that homo?!"
"Look I said I was sorry please ju
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Oh my god. I can't. I'm tearing up! Niall, my poor baby! 😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖
P.S. Great job, love. Amazing story.
P.S. Great job, love. Amazing story.