The Gay Next Door {EDITING}

eight

Louis' P.O.V
"Thanks for coming over, by the way." I looked at the time.

10:30pm

"Don't mention it, mum's still at work, Gemma's stuck up in her room like always, and dad's asleep."

"You're not afraid to get caught?"

"Not exactly."

He smiled, wrapping his arms around my waist. "I should be asking you the same thing, though."

I blushed, getting more comfortable on his lap as I rested my head on his shoulder, breathing in his Cologne.

"Mum put the girls to bed ages ago I think, so she may be downstairs drinking tea whilst reading magazines. Lottie & Fizzy? I have no idea."

"What about Troy..?"

"What about him?" I snapped.

"I just.. 'm worried, about you. So --"

I felt bad for making him feel bad. I just hate when someone mentions the fucker who hates my guts.

"It's fine, really. I'm sorry for snapping at you. Troy's probably at a pub getting drunk again or something." He also got fired from that job I told you guys about. Won't let me forget it either.

"Don't apologize, Lou. I understand."

"...Can I ask you something, Harry?"

He looked at me after kissing the top of my head. "'Course, Lou."

The nerves were building up by the seconds. "What are you looking for in a partner?"

He seemed slightly amused. "You mean, like, a boyfriend/girlfriend?"

"Boyfriend, yeah."

"Well, I'm not very picky to be quite honest. I just want someone who will like/love me for who I am and not who they want me to be. A person I can wake up to in the morning and kiss whenever I want.. etc etc."

At this point, I couldn't stop smiling.

"That sounds lovely. To be specific, though, what else are you looking for?"

"To be specific, huh?" Harry chuckled, "Someone who doesn't mind being the big spoon, has brown, feathery hair, blue/green eyes, thinks he's tall when he really isn't, is a top, but could be a bottom because damn, your bum is -- I mean, uh.." He blushed furiously.

I playfully shoved him afterwards. Because 1.) He's talking about me, obviously. And 2.) I honestly love the idiot.

"Geez Styles, if you're going to eye fuck me at least invite me over for dinner first."

"That could be arranged." He smiled.

"Really? When?"

Wow, never have I ever been more excited to go over to Harry's for dinner before. Sure, I've been over for a visit, many times. Not for dinner, yet. But I still eat a lot here.. heh.

He just laughed at how fast my response was. "'M not sure, I could ask if you'd like."

"Yes, please do."

"Anything for you, Lou."

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