A/N: TW: 7 and 9 (sorry)
EDIT: I'm an idiot- it's week 2
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3am
What a great time to be awake.
Especially if you're hungover.
Fucking great.
Absolutely fucking fabulous!
As you can probably tell, Louis is very hungover, and in payne.
Why?
He has no idea.
All he can remember is Harry screaming, and then a punch.
He racked his brains for something, well, that made sense.
Other things kept coming back to him though, so he randomly had flashbacks
~~*A few days ago*~~
"Comfortable silence is so over-rated. I'd much prefer to talk."
"Ok- then talk."
"I don't know what to talk about though"
"Alright- I've got a question for you Harry."
"Ok?"
He opened his mouth to speak- before losing his nerve.
"Louis- ask the question"
"Do you want doughnuts?"
"Yes"
"Then lets go get some!"
***
The question bothered him all day- WHY couldn't he ask Harry?
It's not like Harry cared about him.
Anyway, he was probably never going to ask anyway.
But the question played in his head like a really self-doubting broken record.
'How do you come out as gay and not care when you get judged? When people see you differently? When your parents don't talk to you? When your dad yells "F*GGOT" at you?'
How can he ask that?
---
They all revolved around Harry, or his sexuality.
He had been lying to himself- he knew he was gay. He just didn't want to admit it anymore. He wanted to pretend he didn't like guys. He wanted to pretend he didn't like Harry in that way, he wanted to pretend he was a pole (whereas in reality he was as straight as a very bent pole)
~~*1 year ago*~~
To say he was nervous is an understatement.
He was going to talk to his parents about his sexuality.
Fun.
He went into the living room, seeing only his mum and step-dad.
"C-can I talk to you guys?"
"Sure Boo, what is it?"
"You finally got a girlfriend, eh son?"
Ah, that is going to make it harder, but also easier to actually lead up to.
"Uhh, no, th-that's what I wanted t-to talk about a-actually" He took a deep breath and continued "I-I'm p-pansexual"
"YOU WHAT?"
Ok, that was NOT the reaction he wanted.
"I'm pansexual."
"Are you telling me I have a f*ggot for a step-son?"
oH-
That's NOT what he wanted, more a 'I'm proud of you, son' or 'I'm happy for you, son' not THAT.
"I-"
Oh, right, he's at a loss for words.
"You fucking disappointment"
woW-
"F*GGOT"
He ran out, tears in his eyes.
His mother had just sat there, staring at him.
He slammed his door shut (to make a point)
---
His parents ignore him. His mum seems awkward, his dad just mad, at random times muttering "f*ggot"
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That's a memory he doesn't like to think of. Ever.
And here we are.
He tried to think of stuff other than what happened between him and his parents.
~~*Three Years Ago*~~
If there was one thing he knew for sure, it was that he despised Harry Styles.
Harry Styles is a pretentious twat.
Harry Styles is annoying.
Alright?
He tried to be nice. But it's hard.
It was really hard.
***
Somehow, Styles is being even more annoying.
He's sitting talking to Niall with his slow, deep sexy-
-No, ANNOYING voice.
Louis had had enough.
"SHUT UP STYLES!"
"Why?"
"Cause you're fooking irritating me! That's why"
"Language"
"Shut up Liam"
Styles was sitting staring at him dumbfounded.
He then got up and walked towards him.
Long story short, that was the first time Louis punched him in the face.
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Why he was remembering that he didn't kn-
HOLD UP
HE HAD THOUGHT HARRY'S VOICE WAS SEXY
Th- that means he had always liked him.
Not.
Possible.
Or was it..?
It's too early for this shit.
He decided to try to get some sleep.
He rolled over and looked at the sleeping boy next to him.
He softly kissed the top of Harry's head, then cuddled into the boy and drifted off to sleep.
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A/N:
I know this is kinda short, but he's hungover.
So, basically they slept all day.
What happened in the bar fight in more detail will be revealed next chapter!
: Marcel and Leering are always scared to see Harry and Louis, as they were traumatised by:
~ Rocky :)
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