Confessions (Larry Stylinson)*ON HOLD*

Chapter Six.

Dedicated to OfficiallyCrazy because I just finished Tease and Please Me, and they were great.

*Harry's POV*

Louis took a deep breathe, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes.

"I had a really good friend growing up. Stan." He reopened his eyes, locking his bright blue eyes with my green ones. "We were the best of friends. Around seventh year, I started to notice I wasn't the same as the rest of the boys. They started to notice girls more and would start kissing them and stuff. So there was this one girl, Lily, that I thought was pretty. So one day we were all playing around at school and I was dared to kiss her." He shuddered at the memory.

"It was aweful, it really was. I haven't kissed a girl since and I don't plan on ever doing it again. Naturally, I was confused. All the other boys loved to kiss as many girls as possible. Why couldn't I be the same? So one night, Stan and I were having our normal Friday night movie night and sleepover. I decided I was going to ask him why he liked kissing girls so much. He gave me a really confused look and asked me why I didn't like it. I told him it was gross. You want to know what he said? I think so too, Lou." He through his head back giggling. I joined in with his before proceeding a moment later.

"We let it go and didn't think much of it again until eighth year. He brought it up again one day. He said 'Lou, I think I know why I don't like girls.' I looked at him really confused and he just said,' I like kissing boys, not girls.' I sat there for a minute wondering how he would know he liked to kiss boys if he had never done it. Just when I was about to say something,  Stan crashed our lips together. That was the day I know I was gay. It wasn't because I liked my best friend, I just like the feeling of rough, dry lips in comparison to glossy, overly plump lips." I raised my eyebrow at him,"I like your lips, Harry, a lot. Shut up." I chuckled but let him continue.

"So anyways, we were getting pretty brave, moving our lips now, but still closed mouthed. We didn't hear his dad get home until he ripped my head away from Stan's. He pulled my hair so hard, rambling that I had taken advantage of his son, the gay pervert I was. Stan just sat there too, looking at me in disgust when he initiated the kiss. His parents took it so far as to say that I had molested him and got the authorities involved. I was given a warning on my record, two years worth of therapy and lost literally all of my friends. This isn't why I was at Bentley Park when you met me, this is part of the leading up to it. Harry, I'm not ready to tell you the full story, but I hope this gives your some insight to me and why I am the way I am."

He took a long breath. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him into my chest, still trying to find my voice after all of that. There was only one thing I wanted to say to him, ask him really, but I wasn't sure if he was ready to be asked. So I kept it to myself, for now.

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Louis just left. I now have the chance to process all of this. He was accused of molesting his best friend, in the eighth grade for fuck sakes!

Who would accuse him of that? I've never met Stan, I don't want to either, but I hate him for the pain he put Louis through. It's not fair that this bright and affectionate soul that I've come to know had to suffer like that. Move away from his home because of that. He feels like his family hates him because he is gay! 

Sure, my mom isn't around, she's too busy travelling with Robin. Gemma's in London at uni. But they don't hate me. They love me. They would never make my life a living hell for liking boys. I should get them home to meet Louis. He needs a safe place to be filled with love and family. 

And I, Harry Styles, am going to give him just that. If it kills me.