Twisted Love

We all know the medias version of One Direction, the cameras version of Matthew Lush and Nick Laws. But do you know who they really are? Their fears? Pain? Trials? Scars? Well now you can.

Note: this is all fiction. None of it is true.


9. Tension.


Matthews POV

I let go of Nick and started to walkover to Harry, as I was walking I saw Zayn sprint toward him also, but with an ice pack and a horrified expression on his face.

"Did ya see a ghost or something?" I asked him.

He jumped back, probably not noticing that I was behind him.

"Some freak asked for my autograph, I don't know how he got backstage, and he kind of scares me" he said while cringing.

"Who was it?" I asked curiosity clouding my better judgement.

"Tyler Oakley." I stared at him for a second, trying to figure out where I've heard that name before.

"Ah" I said as I snapped my fingers, "he's about as gay as they come" I stated.

Zayn turned around "no kidding , I can tell. He was all over me and looked like he was about to eat my face" Zayn said with a scowl, I looked over to see if anyone noticed us talking, but they were all circled around Harry.

Of course I felt a bit bad for kicking him in the balls, but he was eavesdropping. I turned to look at Zayn but he already started walking towards Harry, so I walked over there behind him and when I reached the group I squeezed in between them and kneeled down.

"sorry for kicking you in the balls Harry, I know Louis is the only one allowed to touch them, so I truly apologize to you" I whispered.

Harry let out a long breath and turned about as red as a tomato, which caused me to giggle.


Harry's P.O.V.

I quickly grabbed the ice from Zayn and put it on my balls, then let out a sigh of relief as the pain subdued slightly.

"Sure you don't want me to rub your balls?" Louis whispered in my ear again, and I felt my cheeks heat up.

"Maybe later." I mumbled and kissed his cheek, as I sat up slowly never moving the ice, something moved in my peripheral vision and I saw security ushering someone out.

"Who got back stage?" I asked looking around to see Zayn shudder.

I raised an eyebrow questionably.

"Tyler Oakley the perv." He muttered and shuttered yet again.

I contained a squeal, I loved that guy! "THE TYLER OAKLEY WAS HERE!?" I screamed and Zayn stared at me wide eyed.

"Ya... Did you miss the part about me saying he was a major perv?" He questioned.

I laughed, but then what Matthew said finally registered 'I know Louis is the only one allowed to touch your balls.' I felt my face drain of color, and I suddenly felt like I was going to pass out. How did he know?

"Haz? What's wrong?" Louis asked worriedly. I couldn't find the words to speak so I just sat there silent. "Harry! Talk to me!" Louis yelled panicking as he squatted in front of me and grabbed my face forcing my head toward him.

My eyes wandered to where Matthew was standing.

"How? How do you kn-ow?" my voice cracked when I said "know", and I grabbed Louis' hand, on the verge of tears. I couldn't lose him, nor could I make him give up his dream job.

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