Blue-Eyed Baby

Chapter Eleven - Something Great

----- HARRY'S POV -----

"Loui-"

He cut him off, "Save it I know what you're going to ask."

"You do?" I smiled.

"Yes, and yes you can stay in my dorm for the night," He replied, with a small smile tugging at his lips. I followed him into the building heading straight for his dorm. I couldn't help but stare at his sinfully curvy hips and the way they swayed when he walked. "Harry, I can feel you staring," he stated making a blush creep to my cheeks.

"Sorry." I caught up with him, deciding that walking next to him was better.

When we finally got back to the dorm Louis, unlocked, and pushed the door open, heading straight for his bed. We both stripped to our boxers, jumping into the separate beds. No matter how much I wanted to hop into bed with Louis, I didn't want him to feel weird about it. He flicked the TV on to Netflix asking, "Shrek three?"

"Yes!"

----- LOUIS' POV. -----

I put on the film, completely ignoring it, and turning to face Harry, "Har?"

"Yeah, Lou," his voice was laced with hope, but what was he hoping for?

"I wanna ask you something but it might be too intrusive so if you don't wanna answer tell me and I'll drop it, okay?"

"Shoot," he smiled.

"When did you, uhm, when did you first know you were gay?" I didn't know if that was too personal of a question to ask, but honestly, I just didn't want to stop talking to him.

"Oh, uhm," I saw the hesitation in his face, just as I was about to tell him it was okay if he didn't want to answer he opened his mouth and began speaking, "I was 15, I'd never really been in a relationship with anyone, yeah, I'd had my first kiss and a fair few make out sessions," he said, the smirk on his face evident in his tone, "but never anything more. Until Zayn moved to Holmes Chapel, he caught my eye and I immediately wanted to know him," he continued, "Our parents had always known each other so when his mum came to visit and brought him along, we got to talking, we found out we had a lot in common and really, we became friends from then on. A couple months later I started feeling things for him, more than I ever had with anyone and more than a best friend should, so I told him. He told me he felt the same," he sighed before continuing, "We kicked it off from there, got into a relationship and stayed together for six months, did everything together. When it got to six months neither of us felt like it would go any further, yeah, we'd slept together and everything, but it was really an 'I love you' kind of relationship it was more really a friendship with the occasional fuck, you know? So, we called it quits, he met Stevie and have been together since and well for me, I've been single since," he smiled looking over at me, "What 'bout you?"

"Oh, uhm. I've known since I was about 13, it was when I started liking one of my best friends. I told him how I felt, and he completely ditched me, he told me 'you're too gay for me' and I haven't spoken to him since. Yeah, that one sucked but I got over it," I replied, biting back tears, clearly I wasn't over it. I mean he was one of my closest friends besides Stan. We'd done everything together, just us three. Yeah, I missed him – Henry – sometimes but after what he said to me, I couldn't ever face him again. He was my best friend after all, and he couldn't even support me being gay.

From then on it had only ever been Stan and I and I never needed or had a reason to complain about that. Stan helped a lot when my dad left, he would come over whenever I needed help with Lottie and Felicite, he lived down the road from us, Lottie and Felicite adored him, he was like a second older brother to them. You see, Lottie and Felicite don't really remember much of dad, they only know he left, packed up and walked out like we meant nothing. They know how upset mum got and why, they understand all of that now. However, still to this day they don't know how it affected me, I stayed strong for them. Lottie was only 5 and Felicite was 3 for christ's sake, they didn't need to see their brother crying whenever he thought of how broken his mum was or how he wasn't even 13 yet looking after his younger siblings because his piece of shit dad wouldn't even asking him how he was doing every once in a while.

What broke me out of my thoughts was a faint sounding voice, "Louis?"

"Harry?" I whispered.

"I'm here, what's going on? You seem spaced out," he replied.

"I was just thinking."

"About?"

"My dad, Lottie and Felicite. And him."

"Oh, Louis. You wanna talk about it?"

"Yes and no."

"Well, I'm here, ready to listen."

I collected my thoughts and began talking. I explained to Harry all about Henry, I told him about my dad and how broken I was but stayed strong for Lottie and Felicite. I told him about how broken mum was and how I never really thought she'd leave her bed again. I told him about how I still missed my dad, and I didn't hate him anymore. I told him about Stan always being there for me and I told him about the bullying. I told him about everything, I needed to get it all out of my system. By the time I finished talking I could feel the tears dripping down my cheeks, it had been a while since I cried, and I really didn't want to keep crying in Harry's presence. I just wanted to sleep and wake up tomorrow with everything alright. Harry must have noticed was crying as he whispered, "Lou, you're crying. Everything's okay, I'm here."

So, I quickly wiped my eyes and whispered, "Harry?"

"Yeah, Lou?"

"Will you come cuddle me?" I said, voice barely above a whisper, not really wanting him to hear.

"Of course, babe."

Babe.

I felt the butterflies begin to swarm my stomach and I couldn't help the blush that crept to my cheeks as Harry slid in the bed next to me. I turned on my side, head placed on his chest, arm and leg thrown over his body. I felt his arm wrap around me tracing the heart tattoo on my shoulder. And that was how we fell asleep. Wrapped around each other, Shrek playing in the background and the smile that formed on my face as I hoped this could lead to something great and that Harry felt the same.

A/N: Felt generous, so I gave you two updates. Also, I've had work and college work so the updates might be slowed but might not. ANDDDDDDD I have an idea for a second book, juts not sure and can't start yet :)