I Am In Fact Gay (l.s.)

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Question: who do you think tops? Harry or Louis?

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Harry furiously stomped out of his flat, leaving louis there all alone. He didn't feel guilty, not even one bit. If anyone should feel sorry, it should be louis. Harry thought louis was a bastard. He thought that boy with the cerulean eyes and the perfect curves should just make up his God damned mind already. Was he gay, or not?

It was obvious he was gay. The want he stared Harry was obvious. Louis could deny all he wants, but Harry knew. The way louis looked at Harry was just enough proof.

Harry got into his car, driving away from his problems, also known as louis Tomlinson. He stared at the road, focusing. He hummed lightly at the music that was playing. It was his favourite song, heart out by the 1975.

He was singing along to the song, when his phone buzzed in the cup holder. Harry didn't care about it at the moment. He continued singing along, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. It was was when his phone began ringing, he answered.

"Hello?" he answered not caring to see who was calling him.

"Hi, Harry," his manager said.

Great.

"Are you available today?" She asked.

He thought for a moment, thought about louis. Louis was nothing more than a quick wank to him.

"Yes, actually I am." He sighed. "Just wondering, why?"

"We found you a date for tonight," she said, and then paused. "It's nadine, the one from your recent shoot. She's also in Paris."

He rolled his eyes. It was bad enough that it was with a girl. Maybe she can get his mind off of louis. He then thought about louis for a brief moment. Was he still at Harry's flat? Harry didn't really care, just as long as he locked the door on his way out. He didn't need anyone breaking in.

"Um..ok. What time?" Harry asked, biting his lip.

"Be ready my 7:00pm, a limo will come pick you and nadine up and then you both will be at the restaurant by 7:45." She said.

Harry stared at the clock over by radio. It was only 2:30 which was good, since it gave him time to get ready.

"Ok, I'll get ready then," he chuckled.

"Bye, Harry." His manger said.

He hung up, not saying good bye. Harry didn't understand why he needed to go on these stupid "dates anyways". His manger said that it will increase his popularity. Harry didn't understand, because the girls he always went on dates with weren't even nearly as popular as him. If anything, he was just increasing their popularity.

Harry thought nadine was a nice girl, but he wasn't interested in her. It was something about her that he didn't like. Maybe it was the fact that she was a girl, and he was gay but whatever.

He returned back to his flat, opening the door, finding out that it was unlocked.

Great. Just fucking great.

He looked at the floor once he opened the door, no sign of any vans. Harry frowned, even though he already knew louis was too much of a coward to stay anyways.

Harry locked the door behind him, taking off his brown boots. He slipped off his jumper, leaving it on the sofa. His fingers combed through his slightly knotted hair, and he figured he should probably shower.

He climbed up the stairs, grabbing a towel, and getting in the shower. Harry shampooed his hair, massaging his scalp.

He wish louis was here to shower with him. Blowjobs in the shower always interested him. He would probably shampoo Louis' fringe while he sucked his cock.

Once he was done showering, he pulled out a pair of black jeans, and a long sleeve top with some design on it. He left his hair down, letting it air-dry.

The limo was there shortly after, and he was greeted with a smiling nadine.

"Hi, Harry." She giggled, leaning in to kiss his cheek. He moved slightly, and she rubbed his back.

"What's the matter Harry?" She asked.

"Oh you know, nothing really. I just have this really hot boy on my mind with this really huge dick." He thought.

"Nothing." He smiled, trying to be polite.

The limo was at the restaurant quickly, it was some fancy and expensive French restaurant.

When he stepped outside, he looked at nadine's appearance. She had on a beanie, a gray dress that stopped just above her knee's, a black pair of knee socks, and a cardigan.

Harry wondered what louis would look like in his jumper and knee socks. He licked his lips suddenly, and then his attention snapped when nadine had said something.

"Are you ready to go in?" Nadine asked.

"Oh, yeah." He said, and they both walked in.

The paparazzi snapped pictures of them, and Harry blushed lightly, worried that louis would see them. But then he didn't care because louis probably wouldn't even care anyway.

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Louis rolled his eyes as sipped his cuppa. He wanted to go back home. He didn't want to stay here in Paris. His phone buzzed, and it was a notification from the app daily mail. It was picture of Harry and nadine smiling. It looked like they were holding hands and walking into some fancy restaurant. Louis thought that should be him and Harry. Not Harry and some blonde model. That's when he felt self conscious. Of course Harry would go out with her. She was beautiful and probably nicer than him.

His friend niall wasn't much help. He had phoned him, but louis knew it was just the alcohol talking. He knew for a fact that he was not gay. He was lonely. That was why he had kissed Harry. The need for a companion was what had made louis kiss him.

Another notification from daily mail flashed on his screen. It was another picture of Harry and Nadine, but this time, there lips were caught together. His blood boiled. At that moment, he knew he had to go back to the UK. He could no longer stay here. Harry was everywhere. He could never escape Harry.

He packed his bags, and left his hotel. One his way to the airport, he phoned the last person he could think of.

"Um hey, do you want to hang out tomorrow?" He asked.

"Of course!" Eleanor beamed.

It was then, louis knew he fucked up.