Louis's POV
I sighed and looked one of my best friends in the eye. I, Louis Tomlinson, had just come out. Zayn just looked at me; he looked confused. "I'm gay."
"What about El?" he asked, his eyebrows crinkling together.
I shrugged a shoulder, "Management set it all up when they found out I was gay. El and I were friends before they found out about me. Once they did find out, they constructed a big, fat, romantic lie about how happy our relationship was."
"And now they're doing the same to Liam?" he asked.
I nodded, "I guess."
Liam's POV
I stared at the ceiling of my bedroom with my earbuds blasting in my ears. I don't think I even blinked. There was a knock on my door. I ignored it. Another knock came, a little more urgently. I continued to ignore it.
"Liam! Open this door now!" Louis's voice rang out through the wood. His knocking turned into pounding.
I groaned and rolled off the bed to unlock the door. "What?" I asked, leaving the door open before flopping back down on my bed. Louis followed me to the bed and sat on the foot of the mattress. "I didn't want anyone to find out like that. Especially not you."
"What do you mean, especially not me?" he asked, seemingly insulted.
I sighed, "I didn't want you to know. I didn't want you to know how hard it was for me to deal with," I stuttered. Seeing him sitting there on the bed with me made me want him more.
"Did you think I wouldn't understand?" Louis asked me. I nodded. "Well I do."
"How do you? You're in a happy relationship! You have exactly what you want," I told him. I closed my eyes and let my back land flat on the mattress. My eyes remained closed, so when I felt the shift on the bed I thought Lou had just decided to leave me alone.
Louis's POV
Looking at him lying there with his eyes closed made me want him. I wanted him badly. His eyes stayed closed even as I shifted on the bed. If I was going to make a move, the time was now. No one else, other than Zayn, was at the house. I moved again, planting a hand on either side of Liam's head. His chocolate brown orbs popped open; no turning back now. "Lou, what are you doing?" he asked.
"Showing you I understand," I said, more like whispered.
Our noses bumped once, twice, three times before our lips actually touched. And at first, the pressure was lighter than a feather. I wanted to give Liam every chance to stop this. His head lifted off the mattress a fraction of an inch to kiss me back. That's when I knew he wanted this as much as I did, and I decided not to hold back anymore.
