Outcasts

Chapter 5

The next day was Sunday. A steady rain was falling and a relative state of calm had settled over the Styles’ household. Like every other Sunday, Liam came over to prepare with Harry for the school week ahead.

            The boys were lounging on Harry’s bed, several planners and textbooks splayed out over the mattress. They had been working diligently, as usual, but each boy was feeling antsy; Liam because he was itching to know what had happened with Louis the night before, and Harry because he knew it was only a matter of time before Liam’s patience broke and he bombarded Harry with questions.

            Finally, after an awfully long silence Liam asked much too casually, “So Harry, anything happen last night?”

            Harry sighed blissfully, “Yeah Liam.” He said simply.

            “Well do you care to specify?” Liam asked pointedly.

            “Well, erm, we kissed. Like, a lot.” Harry muttered shyly.

            “Harry your first kiss? That’s awesome!” Liam encouraged genuinely, as he wrapped his friend in a tight hug.

            Last year, Liam had dated a wonderful girl named Danielle. She was gorgeous with her long curly hair and toned body from years of dancing. She made Liam incredibly happy. But eventually, she had broken up with him for the simple reason that she was bored. It hurt Liam terribly, and Harry had been there for him the entire time. Although things ended badly, Harry was jealous. Not only had Liam been on cloud nine, if only for a little while, he also was able to experience pleasures that Harry’s body craved. Because even though Harry had hundreds of other priorities above sex, he was still a teenage boy with hormones.

            “You don’t have to treat me like I’m a little kid.” Harry mumbled. Liam had always babied Harry a bit.

            “Oh sorry.” Liam coughed awkwardly, “So I guess this means you’re gay then?”

            Harry thought about it for a moment, before replying, “Hmm I guess it does. I never really thought about it, but yeah. I’m definitely gay.”

            “Ok now that that’s out of the way, what was it like?” Liam asked, positioning himself so he was laying on his side, and propping himself up by his elbow.

            Harry lay back on the mattress, spreading out his long limps. He sighed in contentment, “It was so nice. He’s such a good kisser – not that I have anything to compare it to – but I could just tell ya know? And now all I wanna do is snog his brains out.”

            “So he’s like your boyfriend now?” Liam asked.

            “What?! No, of course not!” Harry exclaimed defensively.

            There was no way in hell that Louis Tomlinson could be his boyfriend. The people that associated themselves with Louis Tomlinson were trouble-making scum. To become romantically involved with Louis could only bring bad things.

            “Oh shit, Liam! What’ve I gotten myself into?” Harry wailed shoving his face in a fluffy pillow.

            “What do you mean?” Liam asked, concern and over-protectiveness flickering through his auburn eyes.

            “I can’t be screwing around with Louis Tomlinson!” Harry explained pulling has face as from the squishy pillow, “All he is, is trouble! What will everyone think of me? And what if my parents find out?!” Harry hissed out the last part.