The Gays of Our Lives

@ BringMeTheFuentes

The cameras are off, right? The cameras are never off, especially not at night because night is when the shit happens. But Harry is more than a bit smashed and he's stumbling and he's a bit dizzy and he wants someone to cling onto - will the cameras catch him? He's too drunk to care, he'll just pretend the cameras aren't going to catch him.

He drops on the couch, too sozzled to try and make it upstairs. Where is Louis, oh, Louis is upstairs being mad because they both did something stupid. Harry broke some necklace of Louis' and Louis flipped shit and now they're both mad at each other, have been since the morning. So now Harry sits in the living room, staring at the ceiling.

Then Niall, the lovely Irishman with crystal blue eyes (like Louis) and a bright smile (like Louis), comes downstairs in what is probably the tightest shirt he owns and jeans on their way to falling off of his ass. He sees Harry and chuckles, "Had a drink or two, huh?" when he sees the empty bottle on the floor. "Where's Lou, why aren't ya with him?"

"I hate Louis," Harry slurs. "I hate 'im, he's st-stupid. He's mad for nothin'."

"Hey, hey, now," Niall says, joining the Brit on the couch and laughing at Harry's glassy eyes and pursed lips; he looks so deep in thought while he whines about his boyfriend being mad. "I know ya don't hate him."

"I do, too. He's mean sometimes." Harry buries his burning face in Niall's neck. "So mean."

"Harry," the blond mutters, eyes darting around for the cameras. "Harry, Louis pro'lly had a right to be upset, what happened?"

"I hate Louis, I haaaate Louis. I want nice people, Nialler, I want nice, like you, so sunny and bright."

Then he's kissing Niall's neck, actually kissing his neck and Niall could curse for an eternity, he isn't Louis and this is so inappropriate. They're being filmed, aren't they? They are. And yet, the feeling he's getting from Harry's lips on his neck is amazing. He squirms a bit with it, lips turning into teeth and goddammit, Niall doesn't know what to do.

"Ya don't hate Louis," he chokes, sinking into the couch. "Harry, stop."

"I don't hate Louis," Harry mumbles, vision blurry. "I don't hate you, Niall."

"That doesn't make sen--Harry!"

Harry's hand is gripping Niall's crotch and massaging and teeth on neck and fuck no no no Niall is friends with Louis and isn't Harry dating Louis and aren't they being filmed?

"Harry. Ha-Harry. St-st-fuck, that feels pretty nice. . ."

But it shouldn't. It shouldn't. 'Way to go, Horan.'

@ heroes.
Ronnie wasn't just pissed, hell that was an understatement. He was fucking furious because of a certain young adult named, Joni Calvi. He was furious because Joni apparently slept with Mike, after they agreed to just fuck each other.

But this was the point of the show.

Fuck and fight, just don't get pregnant. Joni knew he wasn't pregnant, but they didn't use protection and he was having all the signs. If he was pregnant, he'd be in a world of trouble.

The main question is: who's baby is it?

Ronnie knew he was pregnant; but he didn't want to believe it. Hell, they just met a month ago!

In Ronnie's opinion, this is just a fucked up situation.

@ BringMeTheFuentes

Louis feels a bit like a shit.

He screamed at Harry for crushing a necklace that his father gave him, and it probably makes no sense to Harry why he would get so mad over a piece of jewelry from a man who hardly seemed to care, but it wasn't quite easy for Louis to explain. Yes, his father left. Yes, his father has slept around and became a complete tool. And yes, Louis still loves him, because that's still his father and you can never fully and completely despise your parents, can you? There's always that little spark of pleading fire that constantly keeps the hope alive that they will love you like you love them. It is irreversible, and Louis knows more than anyone considering he cried over a stupid fucking necklace.

Hell, the man doesn't give a damn about him now. And yet Louis held onto that necklace like it was his heart and soul. It was a memory of a time when the man did give a damn. And Harry stepped on it. And Harry barely seemed to care that Louis cared so much. And now they're fighting or something? Because they haven't talked to each other all day and to be completely honest, Louis misses his boyfriend like hell. He wants to apologize and explain and kiss and cuddle.

So now Louis sits in the room of Tyler, a bleached blond with whom he is close in age, and desperately asks, "D'ya think I overreacted, yellin' like that?"

Tyler shakes his head, shrugging in his oversized sweater. "I don't think you overreacted to you, but to Harry, you pro'lly got him freaked out because he has no idea you felt that way about the thing."

"He saw I was cryin', though, he didn't even react."

"I dunno, man. He was pro'lly surprised. Don't take it bad, talk it out."

"Talk it out," Louis mumbles. The words are heavy. If his mum and dad talked it out, would they still be together? If his friends talked it out, would they be more than high school flings to each other? Louis doesn't want to be a fling. "Okay. Thanks, Tyler."

Tyler salutes before beginning to text some guy from back home. The way his face lights up, Louis thinks it's quite adorable. With the blond busy, Louis tugs at the hem of his t-shirt and anxiously kicks at the back of his own shoe before heading downstairs. He's got to breathe first, get some water and collect himself and then talk to Harry and apologize and explain and kiss and cuddle.

He gets halfway down and there it is, right in his face, his curly-haired boyfriend sloppily fucking someone Louis swears on his life is Niall. On the couch. In plain sight. Of fucking Louis.

And he feels his heart break, but he sorta doesn't, so he turns around and retreats to his room, locks the door because no way is Harry getting in here - he probably won't even try, just sleep with Niall - and sits on the bed. For a moment, he contemplates texting Harry just to say he saw, then contemplates texting him with some cheeky remark. Instead, he just collapses onto his bed and crawls under the covers.

He kind've wants to go back down there and beat both Harry and Niall black and blue, but he kind've wants to cry himself to sleep. He does neither, sings Harry's his favorite song until he dozes off and welcomes nightmares about being pushed off of cliffs because it's better than the nightmare downstairs.

Fuck.

@ heroes.
Kellin doesn't know whether he started a war or not, between two powerful men of the household. Mike Fuentes and Oliver Sykes. He wants to get out of here, but there's no escaping the house until the seasons over.

"Fuck," Kellin says out loud as Ronnie walked up to him.

"What's wrong dude?"

"None of your fucking business! That's what!" Kellin snaps and Ronnie looks pissed.

"Listen bitch, you don't fucking know me! So don't fucking act all high and mighty just because I asked you what was wrong you little bitch," Ronnie yelled as Joni walked into the room.

"Now don't leave this room just because I'm in here slut, you need to get your facts straight. I did not get your ass pregnant! I wrapped it up!" Ronnie screamed and Kellin looked completely shocked, what the hell was going on this house now a days?

@ BringMeTheFuentes

Everyone is screaming, Jesus Christ, Rowan feels like he's going to lose his mind. He tosses and turns, buries his head under his pillow, grits his teeth and hums, and nothing works. How. The fuck. Is he. Supposed. To sleep. Like this. This is insanity.

He hears two people screaming - first it sounded like Quinn, then it became Radke - and he loves them both, he really does, but holy shit he wishes they would shut the living hell up right now. He sits up, his hair slightly askew and his oversized tee hanging off of his shoulder and basketball shorts twisted just a bit, and sing-songs (while grumbling), "You're kidding me."

Sliding out of bed, he slips on his socks and Converse - supposes he'll just walk around the house for a bit now -, leaving them unlaced, and walks to the room with all the commotion. He bangs on the open door and shouts, "Hey, guys? Could you kindly zip it?" He leans against the doorway, mussing up his hair and yawning before adding, "Quinn, you can bitch about people caring about you later, Radke, you can scream about Calvi possibly becoming a mommy later, and Calvi, go to bed, he's only gonna holler more. Please? I love you guys. You're babes. I'm gonna smoke."

Then Rowan walks back to his room, not before blowing a kiss to the trio in the room he's leaving behind, and grabs his pack of smokes and his neon blue lighter. He heads out on the balcony, sits down and sticks his thin legs between the spaces on the banister, and lights up his cigarette, staring at the stars. Who would've thought he would ever end up here? Reality television, God, he didn't even watch it, and now he can't even get a good night's sleep because of it.

Still beats staying at home, though. Never know who could sneak up to his window at night.

@ heroes.
Joni sits on the bed, thinking about the mess he's in. It's not good for the baby, but who can he trust? He barely knows anyone in this house, yet he fucked one and was raped by another. No one knows that besides him and his assailant. He doesn't want anyone knowing it, but he's got to tell someone, right? The sick fuck needs to be stopped... but who can He trust?

"Hey, Joni..." Oli says as he walks into Joni's room. He doesn't want Oli in here especially after what went down the first night.

"Remember, Joni-boy, don't tell anyone... and if you're pregnant, you better tell Radke he's the father. Or else. Understood?"

"Understood... sir."

(I hope this isn't too short! :$)

@ BringMeTheFuentes
(It's great! ^.^)

Louis woke up about fifteen minutes ago admits all the yelling coming from the other housemates. He heard Harry walk in the room and watched him from beneath the covers, eyes slit. Harry laughed too hard - was he drunk? He sounded drunk, was he drunk? - and murmured, "He's sleeping, Niall, let's gooo," and Niall made some noises of hesitation but not enough and they left and Louis wasn't angry. No, he wasn't angry.

He was just kind of lost.

He got out the bed and walked to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He took in a deep breath, turned on the water in the tub, blinked back tears, and slid down against the sink. Deep breath, deep breath, deep breath, why isn't he good enough? deep breath, deep breath, is Niall better, is he hotter, is he amazing? deep breath does Harry not love him anymore? was it the fight this morning does Harry hate him?

Louis, still hyperventialting, starts hitting his arm against the edge of the tub as it fills up with scalding water. He breathes and breathes and doesn't cry and hits his arm again, again, again. It doesn't even hurt, not yet. He feels the bone bang against the bathtub and it isn't enough. He bangs it, bangs it, and the bruises start to blossom on his skin and he screams out just once, "Fuck you, Harry fucking Styles!" and with all the hyperventialting and wow, the room is really hot, but he hits his arm against the edge of the sink now.

It only hurts a little.

It isn't as bad as Harry sticking his dick in another man, in a friend.

He kicks at the wall and maybe he's acting out but he doesn't give a shit. Harry doesn't love him anymore. He doesn't give a shit.

What kind of man is he? He's overdramatic, he's pathetic, he's not a man, he's a boy and he doesn't give a shit, he's hurt and angry and a boy and his arms ache and burn. Then, with the harsh breathing, the hot air, he is way too lightheaded and his chest is too tight and he blacks out right there on the bathroom floor.

The water is still running. Sorry, production company.

@ heroes.
Joni doesn't hesitate to knock Oli off the bed with all his strength. Oli goes tumbling down onto the ground with a loud thud that startles Louis. He tries to escape the room but Oli's much faster than he is.

"Now why did you have to go and do that? Maybe I should teach you a fucking lesson! Would you like that, slut?!" Oli asks as he whisper yells. He kicks Joni in the face before getting on top of him. Little did they know, a scared and crying Louis is watching the horror go down.

"Please... Oli... please don't do this!" Joni begs before Oli slaps his hand over Joni's mouth. He's fondling Joni's cock through his pants as Louis watches in horror. He feels sick to his stomach for not stopping this assault, but he doesn't want to get hurt himself.

Louis can hear Joni cry and it's the saddest thing he's ever heard.

He heard everything. Everything that has to do with Oli possibly being the father because of him raping him.

That's when Louis has enough of it and runs to the bathroom.



"Sorry Ronnie, I was wrong..." Kellin apologizes but doesn't mean it.

"It's okay, I forgive you." Ronnie lies. He may be dumb but not that dumb.

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Niall rests uncomfortably in his bed as Harry drops and goes right to sleep. He's insanely smashed, snoring now, all set for a killer hangover in the morning. At least, for now, he can sleep without a problem. The alcohol flowing through his veins keeps his guilt at bay, but for Niall, it is a whole different story. He feels absolutely awful. Harry was amazing, goddamn, was he amazing. He was perfect, but now Niall can barely shift without being drowned in guilt. Louis is his friend, one of his good mates, and he's gone and fucked Harry and Harry was in deep with Louis and Louis was in deep right back and it was just making him sick.

He lies back and, over the sound of Harry's soft snores, Niall hears running water. It doesn't mean anything to him, he figures someone is just taking a shower, so he focuses on the young lad at his side. Harry is curling into him, his long, tattooed arm wrapped around Niall's torso. He is dead to the world, probably thinks he's curling up to Louis right now. It's quite horrible.

Still, Niall finds himself with his hand splayed out on Harry's back, his thumb rubbing against the smooth skin. They brought their clothes back up, pulled their trousers back on because the last thing they wanted was the rest of the house to find out like that - or, it was the last thing Niall wanted. Harry was preoccupied with giggling and hiccuping and poking the dark splotches he left on Niall's neck. Now he's sleeping peacefully. Bastard.

He settles down some, starts to allow his eyes to close and then he hears the banging. It's an incessant sound, never stops. Just a constant bang, bang, bang, as if someone is hammering a mile-long nail into the wall. Niall starts to curse and complain before he realizes where it's coming from. Louis' room.

The blond pries Harry's long arm from around him, makes his way out of the room and leaves Harry snoring away. Bastard.

With fear and guilt and a lot of other things swirling within Niall, he knocks on Louis' door. He goes, "Lou, are ya in here?" and he realizes the water is still running, what the hell is he doing in there? He knocks again and again and again and someone pokes their head out of their room, it's Mike Fuentes, and he kind've scares Niall a little and he's snapping, "What the fuck are you doing, Ireland?"

Niall points at the door, says, "Somethin's goin' on in there and I can't open the door," as he jiggles the handle fruitlessly.

The banging inside has stopped. Now Niall is terrified, bouncing on his toes as Mike rolls his eyes and drags himself to the door, charging in his final steps and slamming against the door. It flies open and Niall runs in, leaving the confused Hispanic lad behind and heading towards the bathroom door which is, great, fucking locked. "Louis!" he screams, possibly waking up the entire house. After tonight, Niall is beginning to believe that he is at the point of his life where he doesn't give a fuck about consequences.

After all, he fucked Harry, right?

He doesn't notice one of the other boys, Rowan, stroll up to the bedroom door an stand beside an intrigued Mike. He turns to the taller and drawls, "What the hell's going on?" and Mike shrugs because if Niall doesn't know, neither does he.

@ heroes.
Kellin doesn't know why he's here, he's the most quiet one in the house, but yet he's just waiting to explode. Which he has already done; on Ronnie. Who the hell does Ronnie think he? Kellin asks himself as he runs up the stairs, he wants to see Mike. He wants cuddle with him and it's because he may or may not have developed a huge tiny crush on him. But it's almost perfect.

Mike's never downstairs when the drama unfolds and it's all because he doesn't want to be involved. It's not his style at all. He can hear people yelling, so he checks it out. They can't get the door open. So he decides to help out by running and barging it open with his body.

It's all a big blur after because now people are freaking out. Mike's high as a kite, and he thinks he's dreaming. Unfortunately he's not even close to dreaming.

What the fuck is going on now a days?

@ heroes.
Psssssssst Nikko, it's your turn for this :$

@ heroes.
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