It's mutual.. We've discussed it

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__Harry__

"Hi, babe" Louis greeted with that sunshine smile 

"Hi, lou" I smiled back and opened my arms. He stepped over the threshold and I hugged him tightly while kicking the door shut behind us

"How have you been, Lou? How was work?" I ask when he releases me 

"Good. There's this girl, Eleanor, she's great, really. She let me talk her ear off about you" he spoke through giggles while he nudged his shoes off his feet and set them politely by the door.

"Oh?" I asked as I walked past him towards the kitchen, "Want anything?"

"Yeah, uh.. Do you have strawberry milk? Or chocolate?" he asked as he followed me

"We've got some chocolate mix, yeah" I nodded but was a little confused at the request.. Most people would ask for tea or water.. not my Lou, though.

I got out the milk and the chocolate mix and he happily made himself a glass..

"Thanks, Haz" he grinned before taking a sip

"Sure thing" I nodded with a short smile then put the two things away..

"What're we doing today, then, H?" he asked as he sat up on the counter stool and swung his little legs above the tile floor

I couldn't help but smile at how short he was..

"Movies? Videogames? Sleep? You choose." I told him as I reached out and took his drink, only to take a sip for myself

"Movie and sleep sounds lovely. Can we watch the notebook, Harry?"

So.. Louis.

Quick explanation.. he's... girly.

Not in a bad way! I just don't know another term for it.. Fem? I guess that would work. He's a femboy. And I adore him and his entire personality! I just love h-. being around him. He's great to be around! Very fun. I enjoy hanging out with him and.. yea, he's my boyfriend.

I like him. A lot.  A lot-a lot

I sat on the edge of the bed and turned the volume on the TV up then laid down next to the soft boy next to me.

"Cuddles?" he asked oh-so-sweetly

"Yes, please" I grinned and wrapped my arms around him

He's so much different than me.. I worry one day he'll see that too and just.. leave.

He laid with his head on my heart and I could feel it quicken when his little fingers drew invisible patterns on my side

"You're anxious" he whispered, "your heart sped up, love.. what's up?" he asked softly without looking up at me

"Just.. Niall."

He scoffed and raised his head to look me in the eyes

"When you lie, you fiddle with your fingers. Look at your hands, babe" he deapanned

I let my eyes glance at my hands.. only to find that I was messing with the blanket between my index finger and thumb..

"Oh"

"What's wrong?" he asked again, this time sitting up fully so that he was straddling my hips

"Nothing is wrong, baby. I just worry about losing you and stuff"

He smiled a little and nodded softly.

"I know, Haz.. I worry about that every day."

"Why?"

"I just fear I'm not good enough"

"You're more than enough"

The boy went soft again.. even more so than he already was at least, and his eyes started to water

"Look at me" I sighed, "I.. You mean the world to me" 

"Thank you.. I" he stopped himself and looked me in the eyes worriedly.

I nodded my head and looked back at the TV. he was still looking at me.. so I just shook my head softly and barely glanced back at him

He laid his head on my shoulder and whispered "Sorry" 

I didn't say anything.. I just squeezed his sides to assure him that his almost-slip was okay