Lost L.S

VIII

Lottie

4 months ago

I returned home earlier than usual after my shift at the grocery store, my mind preoccupied with thoughts of the day. As I ascended the stairs, the faint sound of movement emanating from Louis' room caught my attention. Curiosity piqued, I approached his door and gently pushed it ajar, intending to check in on my brother.

What I saw next shocked me to the core.

Louis lay sprawled across his bed, completely naked, his form intertwined with that of his best friend, Harry. They were engaged in an intimate embrace, their bodies pressed together in a way that made my heart ache with a mixture of confusion, jealousy, and longing.

Why Louis? Why did Harry choose Louis over me? I couldn't fathom it. Wasn't I the pretty girl, the one who had been harbouring feelings for Harry since forever? Yet here they were, entwined in a way that felt like a betrayal, a stark reminder of the unrequited love I held for Harry.

My mind raced with questions, doubts, and a torrent of emotions. Why Harry? Why did he have to be gay? He didn't fit the stereotype; he didn't look gay. But love knows no boundaries, no constraints of appearance or expectation.

As I grappled with my feelings, a pang of sadness washed over me, mingled with a sense of resignation. Perhaps it was time to confront the reality of my unrequited affection, to accept that Harry's heart belonged elsewhere, even if it meant letting go of my own desires.

But deep down, a part of me still yearned for answers, for closure, for a glimpse into the complexities of love and desire that seemed so elusive in the wake of this unexpected revelation.

I dialled my boyfriend Jake's number, my heart heavy with the weight of what I had just witnessed. As the phone rang, my mind raced with a tumult of conflicting emotions, each one vying for dominance over the other. When Jake finally picked up, his cheerful voice grated against my troubled thoughts.

"Hey, babe, what's up?" Jake's voice echoed through the phone, oblivious to the turmoil churning within me.

"Jake, you won't believe what I just saw," I blurted out, unable to contain the shock and confusion that threatened to consume me.

"What is it, Lottie? You sound upset," Jake replied, concern lacing his words.

"It's Louis... and Harry," I hesitated, struggling to find the right words to convey the gravity of the situation. "I walked in on them... together."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before Jake burst into laughter, the sound grating against my raw nerves.

"What's so funny?" I snapped, frustration bubbling to the surface.

"Sorry, babe, it's just... Louis turning Harry gay? That's a new one," Jake chuckled, completely missing the gravity of the situation.

"It's not funny, Jake," I retorted, my voice tinged with irritation. "This is serious. I think... I think Harry might be in love with Louis."

The words hung heavy in the air, a sobering realization of the tangled web of emotions that threatened to unravel before me. Jake's laughter faded, replaced by a hesitant silence as he processed my revelation.

"Lottie, are you okay?" Jake's voice was softer now, tinged with genuine concern.

"I don't know, Jake," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "I thought I could make Harry jealous by dating you, but... I don't think he even knows I have a boyfriend."