Coming Out Of My Shell (And The Closet)~ Larry Stylinson

Chapter Two

*Louis' POV*

Oh, Emily.. The mess I had made by inventing a fake girl, I was sure would haunt me later. But how could I have told Harry that he was the one I thought I loved? That even though we got on well, and were best mates, I wanted more. That when he kissed me - which he did. As a joke of course- I always wished it were real, and not a dare.

And on that topic, I was NOT gay. I'd dated plenty of girls. I liked girls, that much was obvious.

So, why was I getting feelings for Harry? He was anything but feminine. With a six pack, many tattoos, and a deep voice, the only thing even slightly feminine about him was when he let his messy brown curls get too long.

Even then, he was cute. His emerald eyes always radiated playful confidence. He knew who he was, and, although some of the hatred hurt him, he was still himself.

I sat and tried to watch the rest of our movie, but Harry snoring quietly on my chest was distracting. He was curled up next to me, head on my chest, arms around my stomach, his hair falling over his face, his eyes shut. His dimples weren't visible in his sleep, but he was peaceful. I fell asleep a while later, only awake long enough to see the end of the movie.

*Harry's POV*

I was sitting in a room, all alone, reading a magazine that announced that cats were better than dogs. Throwing it aside, I lounged on the couch, staring at the ceiling.

I heard a tap on the door.

"Come in." I called softly

The door opened, and one of the prettiest girls I'd ever seen walked in. She was a gorgeous messy haired brunette with blue eyes. As I looked at her, she smiled at me. It was mischievous and daring. Her tan skin stood out against the short striped dress. Her red high heels and necklaces were a pop of a brilliant bright color.

"Hey." She said softly

"Er- Hey." I said, sitting up

"Seat taken?" She pointed at my lap

"Ah.. no?" I laughed

She came and sat on my lap.

"Is it alright if I -um.." she blushed and looked away

"If you..?" I prompted

"Kiss you?" She asked, talking so quietly I could barely hear her

"I -uh- sure." I stammered, smiling slightly

She turned and looked at me.

"Really?"

I nodded, already leaning in.

We kissed, and I closed my eyes, pulling her closer. After a moment she felt slightly heavier, and tasted more like mint, instead of the chocolate taste she had before. I pulled back and my eyes widened.

The girl had vanished. In her place was Louis. I now realized that the girl had just been a female version of my friend. His suspenders were crooked, and I impulsively fixed them.

"Harry.." he said slowly

I looked up, and he was looking at my lips.

"Hm?" I breathed, not trusting myself to speak

"Do you still want to kiss me?" He asked

I nodded soundlessly.

And I did want to. I leaned in again and his soft lips covered mine.

A sharp pain on my neck woke me up. I wasn't kissing Lou. I wasn't gay. It was just a dream. All a bad dream. Well, good. But it was bad that it was good.