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Louis tries his dress on and looks in the mirror. His eyes start to water. He rips it off snd throws it, now standing in just underwear. He sniffles, looking at his body.

Fresh cuts. Few minor bruises, minor burns...Yep, Louis thinks, I can now see why Harry faked it.

He's still hooked on him, and he doesn't know why. He doesn't know why he still cries over him, or why he blinks back tears wondering how Harry was able to stay so..."happy" with him.

Theres a knock on the door and a soft, "Boo?"

Louis quickly tugs shorts and a shirt on, gulping and opens the door. Niall looks at him, smiling softly. "Helloooo."

"Hi," he giggles wetly, wiping his eyes and let him in his room. It was messy. He was messy.

Niall looks around and down at Louis, pulling him in for a hug.

Louis sniffles in his chest, sighing and closes his eyes. He relaxes in his touch and Niall released him. He picks up the silver dress and imagines Louis' tan body under it.

"Why you cryin'?" Niall coos as Louis breaks down and puts the dress on his bed. He sits down and pulls Louis on his lap. "Lou.."

Louis clings to him, burying his face in his chest. "I-I'm sorry..."

"For what? You didnt do anything..."

"Yes I did...I thought it was okay to be a f-freak a-and let you get picked on back when--"

Louis shuts up when he feels familiar lips against his and he blushes when Niall pulls back after a few seconds. Niall looks down at him, licking his lips and sighs.

"Lou...you're not--"

"A freak?"

"Yeah."

"Yes I am..."

Niall closes his eyes and holds him close. "I wish you weren't so insecure...you're beautiful..."

Louis whimpers when his hand grazes his thigh, across his cuts. Niall didnt notice and he kisses the top of his head.

"Why?"

"Why what?" Niall replies.

"Why did you love me?"

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His head was spinning. He was stumbling, giggling to himself and when he spots the person he was looking for, Harry walks over to Louis.

Louis looks up from his phone and Harry hiccups, giggling and sits beside Louis. "Lou-eehhhh."

"Go away."

Harry giggles again. "Babbbyyy, come dahnce with meeee!" He slurs, and his voice was thicker.

"No."

Harry's shoulders slump. "Please?"

"Why?" Louis replies.

"C-Cause...I came alone..."

"No, Harry...I mean why did you even do your little...thing?"

Harry looks down, shrugging.

"Don't shrug. Answer me."

Harry hiccups and hits his head. "I dunno..."

"You dont know?" Louis furrows his eyebrows. "You don't know?"

"'Twas Noelle's idea!"

Louis groans, sighing. "Harry, just..leave, please."

"But--"

"Go."

Harry puts his hands up as he hiccups again and gets out of his seat, walking off.

Louis watches the red and blue lights spin around and sighs, laying his cheek on the cold table.

Liam walks over and sits beside Louis. "Yoooo."

Louis smiles softly, looking over. "Hi.."

"Are you okay?"

Louis nods. "I'm fine."

Sophia waddles over and sits down, grunting and burps loudly. Louis giggles as she rubs her tummy. "Damn."

"What?"

"This kid is gonna be the death of me," Sophia whines. "Damn you, Tommo." She swats Liam's arm.

Louis giggles and looks around, seeing Niall stride to him and pulls him up, pulling him to the dance floor.

"Ni," Louis chuckles. "I dont dance."

"Weellll, now you will," he puts Louis' hands on his shoulders, then puts his own on the lad's hips and kisses his forehead. Louis blushes and Earned It by The Weeknd started playing.

"No..." Louis gasps and Niall smirks. He nods, knowing it was his favorite song and Louis giggles. "You fucking bastard."

"Oii."

Louis snorts and giggles again.

Niall helps him dance, step by step. At the end of the song, Niall looks down at Louis, eyes flickering to his lips and back to his eyes. Louis blushes and gulps as Niall leans down --

"So that was it?"

Louis nods. "Then I woke up.."

The woman in front of him hums and types things into the computer. "I'm going to get your friend out in the waiting room, I'll be right back."

Louis nods as she leaves and comes back in with Noelle. Noelle sits beside Louis, smiling softly at him and pushing his hair out if his face.

The psychiatrist, Tonya, clears her throat and sighs. "So I've been looking at possible things that would make Louis seem...odd..."

Louis squirms and sighs.

"Louis," Tonya purses her lips. "Niall is dead. Harry, Liam and Sophia are not real. Noelle is your best friend and you're an orphan."

"But they are real! I swear!"

Noelle grabs his hands.

Tonya looks back down at her notes, then at Louis and Noelle. "I need you to keep an eye on him constantly."

"Why?" Louis whines.

"Because, Louis. We took some tests and the xrays we done last month came back...you're schizophrenic."

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