Liam's POV
Do you know how hard it is to watch the love of your life walk around with some girl he doesn't even love? I do. I have to deal with it everyday. Being a member of the biggest boyband in the entire world meant I had to do a lot of things I didn't want to do. I had to hide who I really was. I'd grown up knowing I was gay, but other than my parents, I told no one. When the band was formed on X Factor, I opened myself up and told Harry, but that was it. I couldn't tell anyone else. I guess I decided to tell Harry because he and Louis were best friends. The whole band knew that Louis wasn't truly happy with Eleanor; he saw her more as a friend. That's all they were, until management threw them on a date at a fancy French restaurant where paparazzi could obviously make sure photos hit the rag mags the next day. Why did management choose to couple Lou and El? Two words: Larry Stylinson. That was another thing that drove me nuts. I HATED hearing about Larry this, and Larry that 24/7. Harry and Louis were best friends, but nothing more. Harry knew it killed me seeing all the tweets and fanfictions about he and Lou. He reassured me that there would never be anything other than friendship between the two, and I believed him. It was just hard to see fans actually believe that the two were together. Luck was not on my side.
Harry's POV
Liam was in one of his moods again. I was glad that he loved a guy as great as Louis, but it was definitely hard for him to deal with. He let the Larry Stylinson stuff get to him way too easily. Plus, it was really hard knowing Liam was gay, but the other lads didn't.
"Liam," I said to him one morning as he was pushing oatmeal around in his bowl, "stop moping. Make a move"
"No, Haz, he doesn't even like me that way," he muttered his response.
I opened my mouth to say more, but the sound of galloping cued the other boys' entry of the kitchen.
"Yeah! I love Liam's oatmeal!" Lou clapped his hands and rubbed them together.
Liam's eyes brightened, "There's honey in the cupboard."
"Yes!" Lou began fixing himself a bowl of his favorite breakfast food.
Harry had made Niall chocolate chip pancakes, and the action was obviously appreciated. Niall was hopping around the kitchen and laughing about how much he loved pancakes. "I love you Hazza!" he shouted while dumping maple syrup all over the pancakes and sausage. "Zayn's still asleep. He said not to bother him until eleven."
"It's eleven thirty now," Liam commented.
Louis shrugged, "Let the lad sleep. He must've needed it."
"He always seems to need it," Liam laughed.
I hadn't told the lads that Niall and I were going to watch the new Harry Potter movie. He had a major crush on Emma Watson and insisted on seeing it with me. When I told them at breakfast, Liam began pouting. Louis was rambling about how management bought tickets for him and Eleanor. I leaned over to Liam, "If you can get Zayn out of the house, you and Lou will have the place to yourself. Talk to him about how you feel."
Liam's face turned bright red, but I could see that he was thinking.
