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Chapter 9: lies

So I have no idea what's going to happen in this chapter which is bad because I usually plan them out ahead of time.

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Liam's p.o.v.

I've got to tell Harry at some point. I was honestly planning on telling him when I got here, but when I saw him crying in Zayn's lap there was no way I could hurt him like that.

It's not a bad thing, I mean not really. Nothing's really happening, I just needed someone to talk to that wasn't so heavily involved in all of this.

I feel so much better when I'm talking to her, even though it feels so wrong at the same time. I've got to do some things for myself every once in a while right?

A lot has been sacrificed for these boys since everything has happened. I couldn't help it.

I hate lying to them, but I have to.

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Zayn's p.o.v.

I feel like a dirty bastard every time I leave them to do this, but I really need it.

I mean, I've got to do something to keep myself same right. I'm planning on telling them eventually, I just don't know when the right time is.

Okay, there isn't a good time to break bad news to your best mates, but honestly, what difference will it make.

Louis is already dying. If Louis dies, Harry's as good as dead. And who knows what's up with Niall. So what difference does it make if I'm fucked up too.

It just makes me feel so much better that I can't make myself stop it. I tried, I really did.

I hate lying to them, but I have to.

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Harry's p.o.v.

When I woke up, I was in bed with Louis. I sat up to see a sleeping Liam.

I crept out of bed and ran to the bathroom. It was time. I hadn't done it in a while.

No, I don't cut myself. I could never do that. I hate the sight of blood so much that I'd pass out.

I found a much safer alternative than cutting, so it's okay. I know it's still bad but I have to do something to keep myself from taking a bullet to my brain.

I really think about it sometimes. This is literally hell. I've never felt so bad in my entire life.

I think I'll tell the other boys when I know they won't make me stop. I need this. At least sometimes.

I hate lying to them, but I have to.

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Niall's p.o.v.

I had my first session with the therapist today. One thing we talked about brought out a memory I had sort of forgotten about.

A horrible thing I did a few years ago. I'm pretty sure Harry knows what I did.

That's the real reason he hates me. It makes sense. I did a bitchy thing that no best friend ever should have done.

I could t help feeling the way I did at the time. I'm 100% over it now. There's no feelings there anymore.

I could never make myself tell -tell me a lie- the boys though. But now it's eating me so bad I think I'm going crazy.

I've got to tell them. Things are already in hell anyways, so what difference will this make.

I hate lying to them, but I have to.

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Okay so that was short and depressing.