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Liam's Harry- sexual.

Okay so it wasn't finished, but I'm pretty sure you'll get the point...

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Harry stumbled along the streets, allowing his feet to take him wherever. At this point, it didn't matter.

Now, you may be wondering why the famous Harry Styles was walking through London at 1 in the morning. Even more puzzling was the cuts and bruises all over his face and body. Not to worry, you'll find out soon enough.

After what must have been 20 minutes of walking, Harry looked around to see where he was. For some reason, he was outside Liam Payne's door.

I bet you expected Harry to go to his boyfriend, Louis, but no. For some inexplicable reason, he'd ended up at Liam's house.

He rang the doorbell, not stopping to consider the late time. Liam opened the door, looking groggy. His hair was rumpled, his clothes crinkled and there was sleep in his eyes.

"Haz, what are you doing here?"

Harry stepped into the light, and Liam gasped at the sight of his wounds.

"What happened to you?"

So Harry told him the whole story. You see, when he went out, it was only with the intention of popping down to the pub for a few drinks. In no way was Harry expecting to be dragged outside and beaten by a local gang.

Once Harry finished, Liam stood up to get some plasters for the cuts. He returned with bandages, antiseptic cream and a box of waterproof plasters.

"Harry, I'm touched that you came to me, but I'm also confused. Why didn't you go to Louis? He's your boyfriend, after all."

"It's simple really," Harry shrugged. "I love you."

Harry had known for a while. More and more, he'd started noticing his older bandmate. Liam had always been like a brother to him, but Harry's feelings were no longer brotherly. All the kisses and touches with Louis, they were false. In truth, he longed for Liam Payne, with his soft, brown eyes, his adorable puppy dog smile, his amazing sense of both fun and maturity. There was so much more that Harry loved about Liam, he just couldn't put in to words. Like the way he felt around him. It was like a spark had ignited deep within him, and somehow life didn't seem too bad. He could cope with anything as long as he had Liam by his side.

Drawing himself back to reality, Harry looked at Liam. The older boy was looking shocked.

"B-b-but you're dating Louis, and I-I-I'm straight," he stammered, fear filling his eyes.

"I know. But I love you. Even if you don't love me back," Harry tried to sound nonchalant about the whole thing.

"I need time to think. Can you leave?" Liam said abruptly.

"I'd rather not. I don't want to have to answer questions about all of this," Harry gestured to his face.

"Fine. You can stay. Just sleep on the sofa or something."

Liam stood up, his mind reeling and padded upstairs to his bedroom.

xXx

"I was doing some thinking last night about what you said," Liam sat down on the sofa with Harry, his eyes firmly locked on the floor.

"And?" Harry asked quietly.

"I said I'm straight. That was a lie. I'm not gay, though."

"Then what are you?"

"I'm Harry-sexual."

Harry smiled. A genuine one. The first time he'd really smiled in months. It spread over his face, making his emerald eyes twinkle.

"What I'm trying to say is, I love you too," Liam admitted, running a hand through his hair.

And when he leaned forwards to Harry, there was no hesitation. Their lips met, washing away all the doubt, fear and confusion. It felt right. There was no