Niall's POV:
"Do you know Louis Tomlinson?"
I ask staring at the tall, shy boy right in front of me.
"Ummm," He quietly remarks as he looks at his feet "Yes. Yeah I do."
I jump up a little bit. Great! That's a start! I say to myself.
"Why do you ask?" He blushes as the words fall from of his mouth.
*flashback*
Ding Dong!
"Ughhhhh!" I groan. What time is it? I look at my alarm clock to check the time. "11:30? Who comes to my house on a Tuesday night at 11:30 p.m.?" I grumble as I get up to get the door. I put on some pants and rush downstairs before my parents can get up.
"Niall!" The voice screams from the outside. Who the hell?
I open the door to find a crying brunette boy standing outside my door soaking wet from the rain.
"Louis what are you doing here?! Come in you crazy asshole!" I gasped as I push him into my warm, cozy house.
I hand him a blanket and I rush to my kitchen to make him some tea. He follows me to the kitchen choking on his tears and I suddenly feel pity for the crying boy.
"Why are you crying Louis? What's up?" I begged trying to find a way to make him feel better.
"I-I can't... I-I c-can't" he bawls as I put my hand on his back and hand him some tea.
I move him towards the couch and he sits down sniffling, staring at his tea.
"Now Louis tell me what's wrong." I worried as he set the mug on the coaster on my table.
I have never seen Louis cry before and I've known him for about three years now. He is usually so reserved and keeps his feelings hidden but tonight, he looks like he's finally cracked.
"C-can you keep a s-secret Niall?" He sniffled as he wipes his eyes trying to make the tears stop.
"Yes of course buddy." I nodded stepping closer to the boy that has been my best friend for two years.
"I'm gay." He blurts out and gaped at the floor biting his lip.
"I know." I say with a smirk on my face.
He jumps up and looks at me with complete confusion and bewilderment.
"How? I haven't told anyone! How could you possibly know? I have been keeping it in for the past 5 years!" He growled as his voice rises full of anger and confusion.
"You always stare at my neighbor like he's Jesus so I kind of thought you were either gay or bi." I confess giggling a little at how he hasn't noticed how unsubtle he is when he looks at Harry.
"Oh my shit! Does he like me? He probably doesn't. I use to beat him up and I regret it so much because he is so beautiful and handsome and his eyes are just green forests of beauty and I want to touch his beautiful soft skin and his dimples are just so-"
"Umm Louis?" I interject laughing and stopping him from going on about Harry.
"Sorry." He smiled as his face turns a dark pink color.
I've known for a while that Louis liked Harry. When people would say rude things about Harry in the past, Louis would get pissed off and give people the evil eye. Also whenever we walk in the hallway together Louis stops in his tracks and looks at Harry while Harry walks by. It's actually quite hysterical. Sometimes he even drools.
