I was in my bedroom on the laptop. I was staring at my website thinking wether or not I should update. I was broken out of my thoughts by the door opening.
"Hey, Tasha? Can I borrow the laptop?" Louis spoke as he sat on the end of my bed.
"Yeah sure!" I smiled.
My smile dropped and I sighed when I looked at my website again.
"What's wrong?" Louis asked.
"Huh, there's something I need to tell you." I spoke.
"Huh, there's something I need to tell you." Tasha sighed as she looked at my eyes.
"Go on." I put on my serious face.
"I know about Larry Stylinson."
Those five words hit me like ice. She does know... I was speechless.
"I over heard you and Eleanor talk about it in the kitchen at you and Harry's place." She admitted.
"Oh my god.." I trailed off. I didn't know what to say.
"I promise I won't tell anyone though! I swear!" She raised her hands in surrendance.
I sighed. "It's hard, you know. Keeping a secret like this from the outside world. It's one of those things where you feel as if it's about to slip past your lips at any minute." I explained.
"I understand. I've kept a couple of hard secrets like this before.." She spoke. "I'll show you one of them."
She rolled up her sleeves. Oh no. I know what this means...
I rolled up my sleeves and showed my scars to Louis.
"A-are these.. Self h-harm scars?" He stuttered.
All I could do was nod. I teared up. Louis rolled up his sleeves shortly after. I was taken back by the sight before me.
"I cut, too." He mumbled looking down at his scars.
"Oh, baby why?" I asked taking him in my arms.
"Called dead, hate for being gay, everything." Louis sniffled.
"Boo, you shouldn't do this! You're to talented and loved to let go." I whispered.
"You shouldn't either." He pointed out. "But then again, the ones with the biggest smiles are usually the most hurt inside."
His words stung at my heart.
***Tasha & Louis' POV***
No one should have to go through that pain. Gay, straight, black, white, no one..
"Here." I removed the website from the faves bar and put it on Twitter like Louis asked.
"Thanks!" He took the laptop from me and tweeted about the album.
"I can't wait 'till that album!" I grinned.
"That comes out tomorrow? You can't wait less than Twenty Four hours?!" He laughed.
"No!" I protested.