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Niall realises he likes Harry, his best friend. But Harry's already drowning deep in a toxic relationship with Liam, his companion.
A story of love, lust, friendship, and abandonment between five friends during their last year of...
tHE 1975 IS HAVING A CONCERT AND I CANT EVEN GO, THE TICKETS ARE SO EXPENSIVE KMS KMS KMS. i literally cried when i went through the prices on various websites omg. that's all i wanted for my birthday (which is in like ten days).
i hope they lower the prices because these scappers ruined everything tbh.
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chapter sixty-two. please be naked.
Ουπς! Αυτή η εικόνα δεν ακολουθεί τους κανόνες περιεχομένου. Για να συνεχίσεις με την δημοσίευση, παρακαλώ αφαίρεσε την ή ανέβασε διαφορετική εικόνα.
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I'VE ALWAYS HATED SURPRISES. Surprises always go wrong in my opinion and the experiences I've priorly encountered in my younger years of life. Surprise presents, surprising announcements, surprising departures. They're all a negative impact because surprises equal bad news, to me.
Bad news since my mother organised a belated birthday party for me. One that's suppose to be surprising, but all the more irritating, for my nineteenth birthday.
After my shift at Colourful Sandwiches – which my boss let me off early from my evening shift, – I come home utterly exhausted. Basically ready to relax and possibly fall into a restful slumber. It doesn't happen from the simultaneous voices and octaves of people screaming, 'happy belated surprise!'
My eyes scan an enormous crowd of people I have knowledge of to practical strangers, but my eyes lock on three characters I never wanted myself encountering ever again: Liam, Zayn, and Harry; the three musketeers. It erupts a mixture of anger and apprehension until my eyes land on Louis, it clears all of those feelings up immediately.
My stomach rumbles from either excitement or hunger or maybe both. And I run to enclose Louis into tight arms until realisation dawns upon me. Harry's here, standing in my home after every tribulation we've both faced. Even after our last dispute on my birthday that instantaneously went south after the gifts I've received from him.
It's unexpected — it's unexpected after I've collected my thoughts and rescan the room, green eyes land and lock with mine subconsciously. There's a sudden wave of remorse that enters me, almost stays because of the look Harry gives me, then there's that same Harry who nearly forced upon me a burden of commitment. One that came with a materialistic seal.
Promises hurt. It's couldn't be anymore truthful. They've never been my favourite growing up, promises. I had a father who left my family for an ideal one. A family better than his own. The family he swore, promised, every night before bed he loved them. With bright eyes and empty words since he abruptly departed leaving only an annulment notice behind.
Then there's my other parent, my mother. A lady who's still her chasing dream in the fashion business/industry. While doing that she temporarily abandons me. It's always sucked beforehand until now but I've always coped with it since it was what brought food onto the table. And I have a secret I've kept within me for almost a year now —
