A Load of Bullshit

Chapter Two

I think I should start at the beginning. So, here we go.

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I walked into the room with Louis. We were so far along the X-Factor I genuinely thought we win now, we just had to get there.

I didn't think I'd ever get this far- these guys were awesome, too. But I was also learning something new.

I was gay.

I didn't know it for sure. I'd always knew that I never found a girl that really wowed me, and once when I was younger I tried to kiss a guy, but thought it nothing. Petty. Until I met Louis Tomlinson.

He smiled at me and though he was older he treated me the same, no matter what. We were best friends. But I could feel my first real, strong crush developing.

We performed, and right after he gave me this smile and I knew. I just.. I knew.

We didn't win.

I was so upset at first, but when Simon signed us, my life flipped.

I guess Louis first really snagged me the night after our first gig, where I had failed. We were still living together then. I was in my room, physically feeling exhausted and looking at the tweets with a sort of waiting for them to stop. I didn't think he was home- naturally I had assumed that he was with his mom, celebrating the day. But he entered the room and I looked up from the corner.

His dark eyes met mine. He still wore his outfit from the performance. He walked over to me.

"Come on, then." He held his hands out and I carefully took them as he helped me up, and then gathered me into a hug as I let the last of my tears stop. He pulled me back to look at me. "You did great, ok? Don't you let the, get to you."

I nodded, feeling the tears drying on my cheeks. I didn't want to pull back, but he did, slowly, and went to bed. I knew then I was falling for Louis Tomlinson.

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I remember the night easy. We had slowly started to tease each other in interviews and Larry Stylinson was born, but it hadn't been real. Not as badly as I wanted it to be.

Louis had just come home and I felt like crying as I remembered each time he'd denied Larry. I'd been to uncomfortable to ever deny it, because it wanted it so badly. He was wearing a low grey tank and a dark grey beanie that he had borrowed from me.

"Hey." He called.

I didn't reply, just looked back at my phone.

"Harry?"

Finally I looked at him. He was staring, and had taken off his sunglasses. I stared at him for a long time, before I set down my phone and stood up, getting close to him. He didn't seem uncomfortable, just confused. Like he hadn't picked up on my hints. I put my hands on his face, and drew him closer and for a moment his eyes widened.

Then he kissed me before I could, a deep and passionate kiss that eventually lent us to the floor of the living room in a heated session that made my head dizzy. I finally drew back and sucked in a deep breath, just enough to let Lou know I didn't want to go to far yet.

He smiled. "I didn't know you felt this way.."

"I didn't either." I lied, grinning at him and wrapped my arms around him, and he smiled and easily held me back, and after a minute he tugged a blanket from the couch and draped it over us, and I was asleep.

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