That's Just Publicity

Rock Hard

Harry's POV:

I couldn't sleep a wink last night. I've been lying in bed for hours, hungover and sick to my stomach. Will left right after Louis walked in on us, hardly even saying goodbye. I didn't give a fuck either, i'd only fucked him once before, and this time we didn't even make it past foreplay. I honestly just needed a lay so bad, somewhere to direct all this sexual frustration i've felt all week.

I wasn't thinking about that, though. I was fucking horrified. Not only did I just embarrass myself so bad, I also just basically outed myself. I've never told Louis I was gay or anything, he's never even heard of any of the guys i've been with. I only tell my sister about them. This part of my life has been such a huge secret for so long, and now the one guy I actually give a fuck about knows, and is most likely overthinking it. Things were just normal again. We've had the best few weeks, and I promised myself I wouldn't make things awkward again. I couldn't help but wonder if his mind went to that night in the hot tub, if he even remembers it. Or maybe he didn't, but now after seeing me with Will, he remembers it.

Fuck. I'm mortified. How the hell am I going to face him?

What's even worse is that, now that he knows i'm into guys, every time management forces a Larry moment, he's going to be even more uncomfortable. What if he thinks I'm into it, or thinks i'm getting off on it or something?

I shoved a pillow over my face, groaning.

I didn't even get laid, which was also terrible, because now I'm at risk for this stupid attraction to keep growing and betraying me.

I watched the sun rise through my window, then listened as people walked around the house, the front door opening and closing as people left.

I dragged myself out of bed around 7:00 in the morning, Niall was hunched over on the counter, Liam at his side rubbing circles into his back. The sound of hurling came from the back room, to which Liam got up and followed. "Is that Zayn?" I asked. Niall lifted his head and nodded slightly. He looked sickly, green, almost.

"You alright mate?" I asked, putting a pot of tea on. He groaned, laying his head back down on the counter.

"You'd think after all these years of drinking that i'd be able to handle my booze better," he grumbled. I snickered, "yeah! What happened to that Irish blood of yours!" I said, patting him on the back.

"It's a myth, they don't get hungover because they never stop fucking drinking, not because they're good at drinking," he mumbled, cheek pressed against the cool counter top.

Zayn and Liam walked in a moment later, so I poured each of them tea, placing it on the counter. Niall groaned and looked over at me. "Get that shit out of my face, I need fucking Kombucha or something, or an IV, actually," I smirked down at him, stroking his hair.

"So, how come you aren't plastered?" Zayn groaned. I shrugged, "didn't drink much." Liam hummed in agreement, "Same."

Niall lifted his head to giggle, "yeah, because you were snogging Danielle the whole time," he said, still laughing. "Oh shut the hell up," Liam growled, face flushed.

"It's true! You should have seen all the ass he was catching last night," Louis said as he walked up behind Liam. I caught his eye, my face flushing. He looked at me for just a second, expression so hard to read, then looked away, ignoring me. God, please don't start this, Louis.

The boys teased Liam some more, then started gossiping about other couples and such who got together at the party. I zoned out for most of it, staring at Louis as he effectively avoided my gaze. I couldn't help but feel sickeningly embarrassed.