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✔️ Niall secretly reads fan fiction, Harry secretly writes it, and Louis has an affinity for blue dresses. [FANFICTION 33] (began june 2014— complete...

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I really shouldn't.

If I click this, then I will never be able to look at Harry Styles the same way again. I should just exit out and ignore that conniving devil on my shoulder whispering, "But he promised the kinkiest of kinks. You like kinks," because yes, yes I do like kinks, but NO. NO I DO NOT like my friend since grade school's kinks. That is an off limits zone, as shown by the adult content warning on my laptop screen.

Speaking of adult; I am not one. Therefore, I should not proceed. I really, honestly, truly, should not click continue.

Damn it all. I just have to know.

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LIPSTICK BOY - chapter six HAS ADULT CONTENT. ARE YOU OKAY WITH VIEWING? PROCEED or GO BACK?

Lipstick Boy - chapter six

"Are you sure about this?"

Jax nodded so fast that Sam was certain he nearly snapped his neck. "Yes, God."

"You look hot." Sam said as he helped Jax down onto the bed, fitting his knees between Jax's legs. "That purple color on your lips looks-

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"Hey, Niall?"

I slam my laptop shut and throw it across my bed. "I wasn't doing anything!" Smooth, Niall. Smooth.

Harry gives me a look and taps on the doorframe, but doesn't mention my spaz attack. "Have you done English yet?"

"Reading or...erm... the essay?" Words. I can use them.

"Both, I guess. More so reading, though. I haven't even started, and I can't connect to wifi for some reason."

"I read."

"Well," Harry looks at me expectantly. "Can you tell me what happens?"

"No."

"Oh," He messes with his hair, staring at the wall behind me. "Have you seen Louis then?"

I swallow. "I'm kidding, Harry."

"Oh." He looks at me again. "Oh. Great. Thanks." He pauses for an awkward moment. "So, could you tell me?"

"Right." I hop off of my bed to grab the book from my dresser, as a reference point. Harry decides it's a wise idea to sit on my bed and grab my pillow. Shit, it's a The Wonders pillow, and my God, he's going to notice, and he's going to realize that I like them, then he's going to talk to me about it, and then he's going to realize that I read his fan fiction, and he's going to know that I'm a dirty minded idiot, and he's never going to talk to me again, and it's going to ruin my reputation, and I'm not going to have any friends anymore, and it's going to-

"Are you going to tell me?" Harry intercepts my train of thoughts and brings me back to the real world. I don't like the real world. In the real world, I'm staring at my friend whose fetishized fantasies I read.

That's it. I'm going to hell.

"Niall?"

"Oh, right. Right. Yeah, I'm going to tell you about the book, and reading. Reading is nice."

Harry looks at me with concern in his eyes. "Are you high?"

"No, I swear. I'll even pee in a cup for you to prove it." I did not...

"That's okay." I did. Harry is so uncomfortable. Harry is uncomfortable? Wait a minute, what about ME?

"I wasn't going to do it anyway, so." I attempt to pass it off as a joke, but right now I am incapable of doing anything helpful. I can't stop picturing Harry's story and our conversations, and oh my God. Not to sound like a total tool, but I could get Harry off so easily. I know all his sexual secrets.

That. That is precisely why I wanted to stay away. I know too much already. I can't be reading up on Harry's interests. It's not healthy. It really isn't.

"I think I'll just ask someone else..." Harry says slowly, standing up. "You seem out of it today. You should probably sleep."

Or stop reading your fanfic. That's probably what I should stop doing. "Right."

"Hey Niall, want to go to town with me tomorrow?" Louis breezes into the room, not noticing the scene before him. "I need to buy new makeup. It's springtime. I can't be seen in maroon lipstick anymore."

"I like your maroon lipstick." Harry speaks up, and it's all I can do not to make a demented strangled noise. "It's nice."

"Well if you like it so much, why don't you wear it during spring, then? You'd get to see all the disapproving looks tossed your way, because the color you're wearing is not a spring fucking color!" Louis looks agitated with Harry. I probably should have warned the lovesick puppy that Louis is very defensive when people tell him he doesn't need to go shopping.

"No thank you."

"S'what I thought. Now fuck off, Styles." Louis snaps, and I realize that something is wrong. It's not about the lipstick; it's something else eating at him and making him upset.

"Sorry." Harry looks entirely apologetic and slightly confused at Lou's behavior, but he waves a goodbye at me and prompt leaves, never actually getting what he came for."

"What crawled up your arse and died?" I ask Louis once Harry is gone.

"Fucking freshman arseholes think they can be dickheads, and I just want to castrate the lot of them."

"What did they do?" I ask, even though I can probably guess myself.

""This school is for dudes only, bitch.", "So, are you like a girl or something?", "Your makeup makes you look like a prostitute's child."" Louis mimics the stereotypical cracking voices of freshman boys, fury written all over his face.

"Lou-"

"I almost murdered them. I hate new kids, goddamn it!" Louis shouts, throwing his shoes across the room, and I sit down on my bed, waiting for him to come to me. It takes a few moments before he makes his way over to me, pulling my comforter over and laying underneath it. "I'm fucking pissed."

"You're okay, Lou. Just don't worry about them. They're idiots." I rub his back over my blanket and hope it's soothing. It usually works, so I have little doubt that it isn't right now. "Do you know who it was?"

"These random ninth years that I ran into on my way back from the library. It was right after Nick let to go meet with the newspaper advisor. I don't know their names, but it felt like one of those cliche teen films, you know?" Louis rubs his eyes. "They all swarmed me at once, with their imbecilic insults, and it was all I could do not to pummel each one of them, then and there."

"I'll get the team to rough them up a bit if you can point them out during dinner." I say, and Louis laughs.

"Coach would be pissed."

"It would be worth it."

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