Pick Your Poison (L.S)

Chapter 1- I'm not homophobic!

Louis' pov:
After a long week of not being able to get the images of the little boy out of my head, I arrive home feeling stressed. What is going on with me? Am I broken? Should I speak with the priest? And why am I always so damn horny around that boy? I'm like a fucking teenager all over again! My mind is clouded over with many questions like these. I just can't get the stupid boy out of my head!

Every day, he enters my classroom with his arms full of books, a simple white t-shirt and black jeans, his outfits always paired with a different pair of unique shoes and a flower crown. For some reason, I always catch myself staring at him.

I unlock the door to my apartment, letting myself in, and carelessly chuck my bag on to the couch, immediately undoing the top two buttons of my burberry button-up. "El! I'm home!" I call to my girlfriend, who has seemingly already arrived home, seeing as her shoes are placed neatly near the door. This confuses me slightly, seeing as Eleanor, who is also a teacher, usually stays at school a bit later to help tutor students. After receiving no response, I pull my scuffed vans off my feet, throwing them down on the floor.

"El?" I call through the apartment, confused, but surprisingly not at all concerned. I'm honestly too tired to give a fuck.

I open the door to our shared bedroom, and am met with an unexpected sight.

My girlfriend, Eleanor, is laying in our bed in her attempt at a sexy pose. She is wearing red lingerie, her lips painted a similar colour. She is staring into my eyes, her brown ones darkened with arousal. To say I am shocked is an understatement.

"Welcome home, sir." She smirks, attempting to look innocent. Normally, hearing her say that would turn me on beyond belief, but for some reason, I don't feel my pants tightening. Not even slightly. I ignore the predicament happening with my lower regions, I slowly walk towards the bed, undoing my shirt as I do so. Maybe sexual activity will rid my mind of the confusing and sinful thoughts?

I push her down so she's laying back on the bed, and I hover over her. I begin to plant kisses down her neck, causing her to release a needy whimper. I start to feel a bit concerned when I still don't start hardening. What is going on with me? I shake my head subtly, and reach under her back to unclip her bra.

Eventually, we are both fully naked, and, I am still soft. Not even the tiniest bit aroused. Eleanor's eyes dart down to my member, then back up to meet my eyes. Her chocolate brown eyes are filled with confusion, and a bit of hurt.

"Lou..." She begins, after a few painfully awkward seconds of silence, "What's going on? This is the third time this week we've had to stop because of your dick."

I run a hand through my hair in stress. I don't know! Eleanor, being an "empath", senses my stress, and sits up, placing a perfectly manicured hand on my thigh.

"Why is this happening? Are you not attracted to me anymore?" She asks, her eyes filling with tears.

I immediately go to argue, and to tell her that I am in fact still attracted to her, when I run into a problem, causing my mouth to shut again.

I'm not attracted to her.

My eyes widen at the realisation. I'm not attracted to Eleanor anymore. What the actual fuck? I mentally slap myself. What is going on with me? Why am I suddenly not attracted to my kind, sweet, caring girlfriend? And most importantly, why can't I stop asking so many fucking questions? I take a deep breath to calm myself, and I close my eyes. I decide to trace this back. When did I first stop being attracted to Eleanor?

I allow my mind to drift, and immediately a certain curly haired boy pops up. The horrible realisation slowly settles in. The second that boy tumbled into my classroom, I started being more attracted to him than my girlfriend.