Sex, Lies, and Secrets.

Liam is entering his junior year of high school, and all he wants to do is make his parents proud of him for once. Him and his best mate Harry have gotten into a lot of trouble in the past. Louis and his younger sister Alessia are dubbed "The Tomlinsons.", loved by everybody, with the exception of Harry who doesn't seem to like anyone except for himself and the rugby team. Zayn is a very reserved kid who only wants to express himself through art, while his twin sister Reign is willing to do anything to be the most popular girl in school. All irish boy Niall Horan wants to do is play his guitar and sing happy songs, his little brother Brandon is entering high school for his first year with a secret that he want's nobody to know. Welcome to 'Sex, Lies, and Secrets.' -Reader discretion advised, for MATURE readers.

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1. First day.

First off, I want to apologize for my cover, I know it isn't the best. But I couldn't find a good cover... if you have any ideas let me know! Something to do with a lot of high school friends. But anyway here's the story! Favorite, like, comment. Thanks loves!

 

Liam’s POV:

I woke up to the annoying sound of my alarm clock. Today was my first day of school, and I couldn’t say I was excited. The only good thing to come out of this was rugby, seeing the dudes, and checking out the new meat there.

I got out of the bed, walking to the bathroom turning out the shower to let the water warm up. I stepped out of my underwear and tossed it into the wash basket. I stepped in the shower letting the warm water roll down the top of my head and down my face, my back, my chest, and the rest of the body. I reflected on my summer, it was pretty amazing.  

I hopped out of the shower after a few minutes, dried my hair with the towel and the rest of my body. I brushed my teeth and rinsed with mouthwash. Smiling in the mirror making sure I still had my killer smile, and I did. I walked back in my room, threw on some dark blue jeans, plain white t-shirt, and my black converse. I walked downstairs to the smell of eggs and bacon.  

“Morning Liam.”  My mom said walking and giving me a warm kiss on the cheek.

“Morning Mum.” I sat down and dug into my meal. I felt loud thumps coming down the stairs and looked up to see my dad dressed for work. He gave me a pat on the shoulder and my mom a warm kiss.

“Ready for your first day son?”  

“Yes sir.” I said biting a piece of my last bacon strip.  

“You already know what I expect this year.” He said more of a statement then a question. I nodded understanding exactly what he meant. My grades. My freshman and sophomore year, I barely passed my classes. Mostly D’s, except for gym I had an A.  

“Don’t worry dad, I’m going to better this year. And I mean it. I want to make you two proud.” My mom warmly smiled at me and my dad nodded in approval giving me a grin.  

“That’s what I like to hear. Now, I’ve got to go. I’m working late tonight honey, sorry.” He said rushing out the door. My mom sighed and came and rubbed circles on my back.  

“I have faith in you Liam. I know you don’t think you’re the smartest person out there, but I remember you in elementary school and middle school. You could do anything you put your mind to, you were an honor student. I know you can do it again, you just have to stay focused and stay away from any trouble makers.”  

I know when she said “trouble makers” she was implying to Harry. Harry was my best mate, since freshman year actually. We met on the rugby team. He was a real ladies men, he had girls falling at the heels of his feet. Harry had gotten me in some trouble before. But it wasn’t anything to me; I didn’t mind getting suspended or getting kicked out of places here and there. It was my parents, and I wanted to put an end to it. I wanted to make them proud, and now was the time to do it.  

“I know Mum, but Harry is better now. We’re both going to do better this year.” She sighed at my reply. I grabbed her hand in mine. “I promise.” I kissed her on the forehead, putting my plate in the sink and telling her goodbye as I walked out the front door to get in my car to pick Harry up.   

Harry’s POV:

I walked downstairs and sat on the couch waiting for Liam to shoot me a text saying he was outside. My mum was already gone; she was a nurse and had crazy hours. She was called in at midnight last night, and she hasn’t come home yet. I was used to this kind of stuff though, it came with the job.  

I began to fiddle through the TV channels and found nothing appeasing. I turned off the TV and just rested my head on the arm of the couch, with my legs crossed over one another at the other end. I wasn’t ready for the first day of school. Only good thing about school was the girls, the sports, and the bros, everything else was bullshit.   

I pulled an orange and black capsule out of the pill bottle that was sat on the coffee table in front of me and tossed in the back of my throat, swallowing it dry. It was an anger management pill, I had anger issues. And they could get pretty bad. One time, I beat up a guy really bad after a rugby game just for calling me a prick. Pretty bad I know, but he shouldn’t have called me a prick. Things have gotten better though, haven’t fought anybody since last month. So that’s pretty good.  

I pulled out my phone to play “Angry Birds” before it vibrated and a text popped up on my screen. It was from Liam.  

‘I’m outside.’

I slowly got off the couch and walked to the door, locking it and placing my key in a secret hiding place. I walked off my front porch to see Liam’s red car, top down, sitting in my driveway.

“Liiiiiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmm, what’s up?” I asked excitingly jumping over the door into the car.

  “Ready to get this day over with already.”  

“I hear ya’.”  

“Listen Harry, I promised my parents I would do better this year, and not get into so much trouble.”  

“Why you telling me?” I said in a playful tone. 

  “Cause you’re the reason I always get in trouble.” He said backing out of my driveway.  

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna do better this year too. Watch me, I’m going to soar like the butterfly I am.” He laughed at me.  

“Butterfly?”  

“Yeah, I’m like a caterpillar, and I’m in my little cocoon thing. This is the time, this year is the year my wings are gonna fly! Watch.”  He chuckled at me, keeping his eyes on the road.  

“You never were good with jokes Harry.” I pretended to be upset and I turned in my seat looking forward. He ruffled up my curls before turning the radio on. Katy Perry was on and I turned the radio all the way up, singing along at the top of my lungs.   

Louis’ POV:

First day of school, saying I was excited was an understatement. This year our school production was the “Wizard of Oz.” I wanted to get the part for the scarecrow; I was just perfect for it. I knocked on the door of my sister, Alessia, to see if she was ready.  

“Ready yet sis?” I yelled turning my head to take a peak. She was just finishing putting her hair in a high bun. She was wearing sky blue high-waist shorts, a white t-shirt tucked in, a jacket, and red converse. She barley wore any make up, just some lip gloss and eye liner.   

“Yeah, you?” She said smiling at me in her mirror.   

“Yes ma’am, you look rather dashing today.” I said playfully winking at her. She laughed turning around so I could see her face as she walked towards the door.

“You don’t look to bad yourself mister man.” I smiled widely as we walked downstairs together. Our parents were always gone, by gone I mean somewhere in another part of the world. They were “traveling salesman” whatever that means. My sister and I surely didn’t mind though. We enjoyed this time to ourselves. We had a great relationship, probably because we were so much alike. We both like to have fun, crack jokes, and make people happy. That’s probably why people always liked us; we were dubbed “The Tomlinson’s”.  

We walked down to the sidewalk and began our daily walk back to our beloved high school. We only lived about 8 minutes away, so walking never really bothered us. A few cars passed by here and there, but we saw a familiar red car, top down, pass by.  

“Hey sexy thing, need a ride?” Asked the mopped headed boy known around school as “the flirt.”  

“No, I’m just fine.” Alessia said coldly not looking in his direction. I kept my hands in my pockets and kicked a few rocks, wanting Liam to drive off and take Harry with him.  

“What’s up Tomlinson? Sing any good show tunes lately?” I rolled my eyes at his comment.   

“Ha ha, very funny. And actually I have been jazzing up my voice lately wanna hear?” I said smiling widely, knowing it made him upset.  

“Save that for the people who care bud.” He said annoyed at him not being able to faze me. “If you ever need a ride Ale, you know where to find me.” He winked at my sister, much to her disgust, and drove off.  

“They’re so annoying.” Alessia said.  

“I know, they’re suck jerks. They think they run the entire high school out here!” I said.  

“And the way her flirts with me.” She pretended to gag, pointing her finger a little ways inside her mouth. “He would be so much more attractive if his attitude was different. He’s actually cute, with his dimples and his toned arms. But that doesn’t matter. If your attitude is ugly, then so are you.”  

“Just like I taught you!” I said high-five-ing my sister. After a few minutes we approached the entrance to our school.   

Niall’s POV:

“Niall slow down! You’re going to choke.” My big brother Greg said.   

“Sorry mate, I’m just really hungry. I didn’t get any dinner last night.” I said eating my plate of waffles.  

“Why?” Greg asked putting butter on his plate of waffles.  

“Brandon didn’t cook.” I looked to Brandon who kept his head down; he didn’t even touch his breakfast.   

“Brandon, why didn’t you make dinner last night?” Greg asked sitting down with his plate.  

“Cause.” Was all he said, so low it was almost a whisper.  

“You know Niall eats a lot.” Greg said sternly.  

“Sorry Niall…” He said quietly.   

“It’s alright.” I didn’t mean to make him feel bad. He had been down in the dumps since his 7th grade year of middle school. Okay, not depressed all that time. Just on and off, but he always kept to himself not telling me or Greg why. I think it’s our parents; we live with Greg our eldest brother who’s 25. Our parents died in a plane crash a few years back. It was sad for all of us, but Brandon seemed to be affected the most. Or at least that’s why we think he’s always so sad.  

We kind of look alike, I’m a little taller then him. We both die our hair blonde, but his teeth are perfect. Mine aren’t. And we dress differently. Other then that, you could tell we’re brothers.   

“Are you gonna eat your food?” I asked hungrily wanting more. He shoved his plate to me before getting up.  

“I’m going to the bus stop.”   

“But the bus won’t be there for another 15 minutes, and Niall can go with you once he’s…”  

“I’m fine.” He said cutting Greg off. He walked out the kitchen, and I heard the living room door open and close softly.  Greg let out a big sigh.  

“I don’t get it Ni, he’s so down. When I try to talk to him he pushes me away, like he’s hiding something.”  I know what he meant; Brandon had been secretive since summer. He stayed in his room a lot more, not really communicating.   

“Yeah, I know what you mean. Maybe he’ll do better now that he’s in high school. Explore new boundaries.”

“I don’t know; just keep an eye on him for me okay?” Greg said with a worried expression on his face as he cut into his waffles.  

“Don’t worry; I won’t let anything happen to him.”  

Brandon’s POV:

I walked down the path to the bus stop to only see a couple of people there. I wasn’t in anyway excited for school. High school, I’ve heard plenty of stories about this dreadful place. From what I understand, it sucks. And it’s full of people who just want to make your life horrible, which is what happened to me in 7th grade.  

I was bullied, badly, in middle school after Niall left. People made fun of me because I didn’t play any sports, I died my hair, and they found ways to poke fun at me in every way. That’s not why I was so down. I’ve over heard Niall and Greg multiple times thinking I was down because of my parents. That wasn’t the case either, god I missed my mom and dad so much. But I had accepted that I wouldn’t see them anymore, but they were always with me. I wore a necklace my mother used to have; it was a four leafed clover.  

I had a whole other reason for my being down in the dumps. I had spent all summer trying to deny a feeling I was having. It was taking over me, like a disease. I still to this day try to deny this feeling I feel, but what’s the use? I am what I am right? Well what I am is homosexual. And I’m keeping it a secret from everybody. Nobody can know. I will be even more bullied then I was in middle school. I’m definitely not telling Niall or Greg either, they would flip. I kept this to myself since the end of summer, and that’s the way that it’s going to stay.  

About 10 minutes had passed; the bus should be here in a little. I was starting to get worried that the bus would leave Niall, but as if right on cue he came strolling down the sidewalk connected to the stop sign where the bus picked us up from.   

“You ready?” He asked wrapping his shoulder around me. I shook my head, being honest.

“Don’t worry. I’ll look out for you okay?” He gave me a reassuring smile. I believed him. Niall didn’t know I was bullied in middle school, another secret I kept to myself.   

The bus arrived and we stepped on board, sitting in the middle section. I put my earphones in and leaned my head against the window, listening to the soothing sounds of the calm music.   

Zayn’s POV:

I sat on the end of my sister’s bed waiting for her to get ready. She stood in front of her mirror curling her hair, she didn’t have much left. I was all ready dressed, freshened up, and my hair was done before her. Which was a surprise; she usually did her hair faster. But she was curling it, which took longer I guessed.   

“How much longer?” I asked somewhat annoyed.  

“Hold on Zayn, not much left.” I sighed and pulled my phone out and started playing games on it. About 5 minutes later, we walked out of our apartment to the parking lot and got into her black hummer.   

To say me and my twin sister, Reign, never got along was some what of an understatement. We argued, a lot. Arguments that I hated having, so whenever she would get an attitude with me, I would just leave it or retreat to my room. I didn’t hate her, and she didn’t hate me, well I don’t think. We just fought, a lot.   

I wasn’t popular in school, actually I had no friends. During lunch I would retreat to the library to eat lunch alone, everyday. I found comfort in my art and in writing poems. Reign on the other hand, hopped in her car and drove off somewhere to meet up with her friends when ever she was upset. She was one of the most popular girls in school, I could easily see why. I mean she was pretty, and she was on the cheerleading squad, and she was real nice when she was around all of her jerk off friends. But at home, she could be a complete snob to us. Talking down on my mother and me like she was better then us. That, I never understood and never would.  

Our mother worked very hard, after our father left her to fend for us. She scrambled to keep the apartment, make sure there was food on the table, and make sure we had all the other luxuries we had. I was forever grateful; I even worked at a local pizza place to help our mom with the bills. She however, sat on her ass all day and watched the family struggle.   

Mom never said anything to Reign, I don’t know if it was because she was afraid of her, or just didn’t want to put up with the yelling Reign always resorted to when she didn’t get her way.  

We pulled into the school parking lot. There were kids swarmed all around, some new faces, and some old ones that I didn’t ever have to see again. I got her bag from the back and handed it to her; she took it and tossed me her keys to hold before running off to her friends. I grabbed my backpack, wrapped it around my back, and locked the door to the nice hummer. I made my way into the school, walking past all the social groups. Jocks, cheerleaders, nerds, glee clubbers, and others. I was in a class of my own.  

On the way to the cafeteria to get breakfast, I walked past Liam, Harry, and their group of asshole mates.  

“Hey Malik, I see your quiff got a little bigger over the summer huh?” Styles said, making the whole group erupt in laughter. I ignored them and continued to the breakfast line. This year was going to be long.  

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