Sugar and Spice

Chapter 10

TW: foul language

HARRY'S POV
I approached Liam's flat at around 7pm. Having just come from work, I was still wearing a suit. It was from the Gucci 2015 collection and had a brown, diamond-like pattern. I wore a simple black shirt tucked in and left the suit jacket unbuttoned. I knocked carefully, and Liam opened the door and looked at me with a smile.

​"Hey there, Haz." He said softly.

​I smiled, "Hey Li, is Zayn around?"  I asked, not seeing the other boy anywhere.

​"Uh, no. I asked him to leave while we talked." He said, seriously.

​I frowned. "Has something happened?"

​"No. Just, please come and sit down with me." He motioned toward the couch, and I cautiously took a seat.

​"Would you like a cup of tea?" He asked.

​"Sure. English breakfast if you have it. And 3 sugars." I muttered, not used to having to say what I wanted. Louis knew my preferred way of taking it, and always made it perfectly.

​Liam came back with two mugs, handing one of them to me. I took a sip. Not as good as Louis made it.

​Dammit. I have to stop thinking about him if I was ever going to get over him.

​I was silent as Liam began to speak. "So, I noticed that you've been a little off the past week. You seem a little sad, are you alright?"

​Oh, this wasn't too bad. "Yeah, I'm fine, Li. I've just had a very busy work schedule. Last night really helped me relax, thank you for planning it, all."

​"Really? Because you seemed rather tense at the bar. I saw you staring down Louis when that guy was flirting with him. And I really don't mean to intrude, but it's been nagging at me for some times now, are you and Louis... you know, going out?" He asked, timidly.

​My eyes widened. Thoughts of the golden-skinned, blue-eyed boy came rushing to my head. And I don't know how, or why I did this, but I just started to sob uncontrollably.

​Liam scooted closer to me and put his hand on my back, rubbing it and asking worried questions.

​"Haz, what's wrong? Did I offend you?"

​I shook my head; I couldn't have Liam think he offended me. Before I could stop it, I blurted, "Liam I love him!" Reality came crashing down on me, I really did love Louis. I cried harder and left a confused Liam to try and calm me down.

"You love who, Harry?" Liam questioned further.

My mouth was quicker than my brain when it came to replying, "Louis! I love louis!" I said, feeling a weight lift off of my shoulders.

I really needed to tell someone about it.

"Does he know?" Liam asks. I curl into him a bit more and reply with a quiet, "No." My cheeks tinting pink. 

"Well, do you want to tell him?" He asked, not sounding mad or disgusted at all.

"I don't know yet. I probably should though, right?" I asked him, a dry laugh escaping my lips, even though nothing funny had been said.

"Yes, H, I believe you should. But only when you're ready." He replied, calmly.

I hugged Liam even tighter, "Thank you." I said.