I Just Want to be Loved *Completed*

When Brittany's mum get's remarried, she got a surprises when she finds out who her new step brothers are. When she starts living with one of them and his friends, and starts 'dating' one of them, she starts to question herself. Was her life to complicated? What's going to happen when her past catches up with her? Will Louis ever tell her his secret? Are one of the boys going to fall for her? What will Liam do when she becomes known as 'Mummy Direction'? And most importantly, will the boys be understanding about her past and help her in the future?


70. Guess Who Bottoms

Narry has been secretly going on for a few weeks now. Management knows and they’re not the happiest, but they expected something that this to happen eventually.

They told their families, but the fans have yet to be informed.

Apparently they never plan to tell the fans. They said that they’re just waiting for someone to slip up or for them to get caught. Everyone agrees that it’s a good plan.

“Will someone go and wake up Harry and Niall and tell them that breakfast is ready?” I asked as the last of the table was set.

“Sure,” Zayn said and ran up the steps. “Breakf-ahhhh!” *slam*

Zayn slowly walked back downstairs and he looked abnormally pale.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I now know the answer to which one of them bottoms,” Zayn said and shuttered.

Liam, Louis and I burst out laughing.

“Are you serious?” Liam asked.

“Which one is it?” Louis questioned.

“It’s Niall,” I answered before Zayn said anything and they looked at me in confusion.

“How did you know?” Zayn asked.

“I’ve had to help him get off the ground of couple of times because he was to sore to move.”

“Are you serious?” Louis asked and I nodded.

“Yeah, and we probably shouldn’t wait for them to eat,” I said and started eating my food.

A few minutes later Harry and Niall, with the help of Harry, walked down the stairs and sat at the table with us and they were trying their hardest not to smile, but when they saw Zayn’s face, they could help but laugh.

“You have mentally scarred me for life,” he informed them but that just made them laugh harder.

Niall was laughing so hard that his face was red and he fell off his chair and winced when he hit the ground.

“Is someone a little sore?” Louis asked and Niall face was no longer red from laughter, but from blushing.

He held his arms up and Harry helped him back into his chair.

“I vote we make a rule,” Liam said. “No sex when others are in the house.”

“How about no,” Harry said.

“Okay, well, you at least have to put something on the door knob so no one walks in and sees to much.”

“I’m pretty sure everyone will agree to that,” Niall said and we all nodded.

Once we were finished eating, Harry took Nialls’ hand and said, “Beware, there will be a sock on the door knob,” he and Niall ran upstairs.












I was doing to laundry later that day when I smelt something weird coming from somewhere in the clothes. It wasn’t a strong smell, but it’s the one thing that I would know anywhere.


I started digging through the clothes and I found where the smell was coming from.

It was from a pair of jeans.

Louis jeans.

There wasn’t much. Just a few drops on the hip of the right leg, but it was enough for me to know where it came from.

Louis was cutting.

The most important person in the world to me was hurting himself.

I couldn’t take it.

There was too much pain.

I walked upstairs, and into the bathroom of my old room.

I took my little blade and I turned the lights off and got into the shower.

I sat on the floor and cried. And cut. And cried. And cut. And cried.

I’m not sure how many cuts I made, or what they looked like, but the water stung as it hit them. It cleared my mind and I didn’t think about anything. Just the pain.

I was in the shower for quite a while and the water started to go cold, but I just sat in there crying and cutting.

Then, someone knocked on the door.

“Brittany, dinners ready,” Harry said.

“Okay,” I replied weakly.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I lied.

“Are the lights off?”

“No,” I lied again.

I heard a little jingle and the door opened and the lights turned on and the door closed again.

“Are you okay?” Harry asked again.

“Of course I am,” I said and I felt very light headed.

Harry then pulled back the shower curtain and gasped.

“Oh my god Brittany!”

“What is it?”

“Your leg.”

I looked down and I saw that my leg was covered in cuts and there were a few deep gashes.

“Oh, that.”

Harry turned off the shower water and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me and pulled me out and sat me on the toilet.

“Stay right here,” he said and ran from the bathroom.

I was dizzy so I just sat still and looked at my cuts as blood slowly came out of them.

Harry returned a minute or two later with some clothes for me, a washcloth and duct tape.

He helped me get dressed since if I stood by myself I would probably fall over. Before my sweats were on, Harry put the washcloth on top of the marks and wrapped duct tape around it to keep it in place, then he helped me slip my sweats on.

“We’re going to the doctor,” Harry said and pulled me into a standing position. I almost fell over but Harry wrapped his arm around my waist and he lead me downstairs.

“Where are you guys going?” Louis asked from the table.

“Britt’s not feeling well, so I’ taking her to the doctors,” Harry lied. Well, it was  partial lie.

Louis stood up. “I can do it.”

“Thanks mate, but I think I’ve got it,” he said and pulled us out and into his car. “Drink,” he said and shoved his arm in my face.


“Bite me and drink. Gain a little strength.”

I carefully took his arm in my hands and I bite down. He flinched a little, like he always does, but he quickly relaxed.

I took a few gulps of blood and then let go of his arm and he started driving.

“Better?” he asked and I nodded. “Good, now tell me what the fuck that was about.”

“What was what about?”

“What the fuck made you go psycho and massacre your leg.”

“I found something out.”


"I don't know if I should tell you."

"You tell me practically everything."

“Louis cuts.”



“How do you know?”

“I found blood on his pants.”

“Are you sure that’s what it’s from?”

“Well, between that, him being kind of secretive for the past little while, not wanting to have sex, and always wearing at least a pair of boxers, yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s where it’s from.”

“Are you going to talk to him about it?”

“Of course!”


“Probably tomorrow since it’s already night.”

“That’s a good idea. How do you think he’s going to take it?”

“The two of us are probably going to get into a huge fight.”

“Do you want me there for moral support?”

“Nah, you’ll be more use down stairs because Louis’s going to try and leave the house when I approach the topic.”

“And what am I supposed to do?”

“You and the others are going to grab him and carry him back to our room so we can talk.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

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