That's Just Publicity

Will

A/N: I planned on doing a few chapters about their week at home, but this story is starting to drag on so I'm going to hurry it up a bit so we can move the story along. I've been itching to write this chapter so I hope you like it :)

Louis' POV:

Having a break has been so fucking nice. I've been basically rotting for the past few days, and Harry and I have hardly left the house. We haven't really seen the other lads either, but Niall has posted himself on social media in various different places in London, seemingly busy doing all sorts of things. Zayn has been radio silent, to be expected, and Liam is spending the week with family.

"Is it horrible that i've been dodging my mom's calls?" Harry said as he slumped down on the edge of my bed. It was the middle of the day and I haven't left my bed other than breakfast and a piss break. I laughed a bit. "I can't judge, Lottie called when we got back and I still haven't given her a call back," I mumbled, the thought weighing on me.

Harry sighed, "You'd think I'd be ecstatic to see my family, but i'm so exhausted I can't even imagine the 'how are you?' and the 'how's the tour been?' questions," he groaned. "I get it, all we've been doing for the past few months is socializing, I need a break. Plus what are you going to do? Drive the three hours up to Cheshire?" I asked. He groaned in response. "I suppose, I'll need to at some point before we tour again, or else I won't see my mum until the tours over." Harry seemed a bit sad, his voice lulling as he spoke.

"Well whatever, let's have that party we talked about, right here in the apartment," I said, finally getting out of bed. He glanced at me, unamused, "what happened to a break from socializing?"

I shrugged, smirking. "It doesn't count, we'll be drunk. And high!" I explained, devilishly. He sighed, but a smirk on his appeared nonetheless.

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"Harry! Get down here, people will be here soon!" I shouted. Harry trudged down the stairs, scrunching something into his hair. "Good god, your hair looks fine!" I shouted, irritated. He's been up in his room getting ready for an hour and a half, all while i've been putting out snacks and making punch. "What's the deal?" He asked, looking at himself in the mirror in the entryway. I rolled my eyes and threw a potato chip at him. What an irritation.

"Chill out, I haven't even invited any girls that aren't girlfriends or gay," I explained, watching annoyed as he played with the collar of his shirt, buttoning and unbuttoning the same button over and over. He shot me a look. "What? I figured all the fuss means you're trying to get laid, you've never been this vain otherwise!" I shouted, not actually that upset, just playing into the banter. Harry rolled his eyes. "You've invited Will," He grumbled. I shrugged. "What about it?"

"He's an old friend," Harry said, voice short and impatient. I gave him a look. "You're bizarre," I spat, turning and heading towards the kitchen to tweak the punch again. "And you're a twit," he retorted under his breath. I rolled my eyes, but the more I thought about it, the more I glanced over at Harry checking his reflection and his breath and his clothes over and over again, a thought couldn't leave my mind.

I wasn't an idiot, I supposed Harry might enjoy relations with a few blokes from time to time, but I always assumed he was just a sexual person. I also knew that everyone knew that Will was gay as all hell, and that I hadn't heard his name from Harry for almost a year.

Could he and Will have hooked up? Or even been together for real? The thought made me queasy, god knows why.

That doesn't make sense though, everyone i've seen him with on the tour so far has been a girl. There was that threesome he had at that party ages ago, but I thought that shit was the extent of his homosexuality. Good god. I always assumed he was just a whore, to put it frankly. Now I feel sick.