I keep forgetting their names so if you see a name change, no you don't. Except for one, but that's intentional, I'm a moron but I do have some things I'm capable of.
I was stood leaning against the bookshelf, staring at that goddamn unopened voicemail. Wondering what on earth she could've had to say that was so important it needed a voicemail.
Then I watched Louis make his way over and I was moving almost immediately. But he was a lot faster than I'd thought. "Ah fuck."
"Can we not just talk?" Louis asked as I grabbed the book from behind him. "About what?" I laughed. "What do you mean about what?"
"Did I do something stupid?" I whispered. "You don't remember what happened?" He went pale as I shook my head. "What happened?"
"I fucked it, oh god this is awful. Holy fuck, you really don't remember?" He started pacing. "I don't remember a thing no. What happened? Did I spill my secrets or something?"
"You have secrets?" His eyebrows raise. "I do. Uh- my- no I can't tell you that one. Sometimes I question myself on who I sleep with. I don't have a type but I don't really, enjoy it."
"Like, the women you sleep with?" I sat down at the table with my books. "Yeah. Sometimes I really don't know if it's me or if I just hate who I sleep with."
"Have you tried, maybe not sleeping with a woman?" I turned to him slowly. "I'm not gay. I just don't like sex that much."
"Right. No of course, that makes so much more sense." He was being sarcastic. "You're not funny. I'm not gay. You are really annoying though."
"What is this? Two lies and a truth?" I'd talk shit on him, but he'd basically slapped me so hard I had nothing to say. "I am not gay. I don't like boys."
"So you've said, three times now; by the way." He leans against his hand. "Louis I'm not- you're doing this on purpose. Watch I'll prove it."
Grabbing his face, I crash my lips into his, kissing him as gently as I could, before I'd realised I was kissing him I'd started to enjoy it. I'd never tell him, because I can't let him win. "Nothing. I feel nothing."
"You should be lucky that there's nobody else in here because if you'd been caught kissing a guy, the world would've buried you and it would not be somewhere warm."
"Whatever." I wanted more, my lips were cold and he was soft. He was so much softer than anything I'd ever had. I needed something.
"For somebody who claims to know himself well, you sure are struggling to accept this. What I wanted to talk about, was the fact that we kissed yesterday, but you were drunk and I didn't realise how drunk until right now."
"That's the second time I've kissed you?" He nods slowly. "This time you didn't freak out as much, but this is the second time yeah. What is that look, you give me that look about six times a day and I cannot figure it out."
"There isn't a look." He points at me. "That look right there. What is that?"
"Nothing." He brushes his finger over my cheek, I push his hand away as my heart starts to race. "You're blushing right now. You know that?"
"No I'm not. This is harassment." He goes to walk away, so I pull him back down. "Where are you going?" I asked quickly. "I was just going away. I'm not staying if you're not wanting me here."
"I want you- here. Here, I- you can stay. Whatever." He sits back down. "Harry you seem fine with it, but you're freaking out about it, I don't understand how that's possible."
"Fine with what? Being gay? I'm not- I'm not gay. I'm not- I'm saying it too much." He stayed quiet, which just made this whole thing worse. "I know your dad isn't-"
