Louis' POV
I blinked multiple times. Did he just say he liked the kiss? No. That was impossible I must of heard wrong. Why would someone so beautiful and amazing like someone like me? I'm just average and I'm gay. Yes, it's official I've decided I needed to start being honest with myself. Oh well, I can think about that later. Right now I need to worry about the fact that Harry said he liked the kiss. I looked into his eyes and I realized he was waiting for me the say something.
"You d-did?" I tried to keep from jumping up and down squealing like a delighted fan.
Harry smiled, "yeah I did. And I know you don't feel the same way, but I just thought you should know and I'm sorry. I understand if you don't want to fake date now."
"Harry," I smiled.
"Yes?" He asked.
"Shut up and kiss me."
"Really?!" He was positively beaming.
I nodded my head enthusiastically. In one swift motion our eyes had closed and our lips locked. The kiss was stronger more passionate than the one before. It was obvious we both had a lot of pent up emotions and it was all being released in this kiss. My hand found their way to his wonderful curls and his hands found their way to my hair. We stayed like that for awhile, our hands running over each others scalps, our lips moving in sync craving the feelings that were being released. It was the best kiss I'd ever experienced and it was over all to fast. We stepped apart, both of us slightly out of breath.
"We should probably get going," Harry mumbled, "we don't want to be late for our date."
"Our fake date," I sighed.
Harry laughed, "who says it has to be fake? The fans think it's real so why can't it be? The boys don't have to know."
"Harry Styles," I replied, "did you just ask me on a date, a real date?"
He looked nervous, "yes I did. What do you say?"
"I say I'd be honored to go on a date with you," I giggled.
Harry continued to smile and I followed him out the door and into his car. He opened the door for me and motioned for me to get in.
I laughed, "quite the gentlemen you are, Mr. Styles."
"Anything for my boobear," he replied.
He closed my door and slipped into the drivers seat. Why I'm letting that man drive is beyond me. As he drove we talked about random things; the time we played spin the Harry, how much I missed Kevin, the time Liam got a banana in his face. Finally the topic turned towards our relationship and sexuality.
"So if I may ask," Harry started, "are you gay or bi?"
I hesitated. I had accepted my sexuality, but talking about it was a whole new ball game.
"I'm gay," I said finally.
Harry smiled, "me too."
"Really?" I smiled.
"Really," he replied.
"And how long have you, you know, known?" I asked.
"Well, I think I first started suspecting something when an old friend of mine and I kissed on a dare, but once I met you and starting getting to know you I knew for sure. How long have you known?" He asked.
"I've suspected since I met you on xfactor, but I confirmed my suspicions when we kissed today." I said.
"I see," he replied, "so what does this make us?"
