Dirty Little Secrets

Post Concert Confusion!

*Louis' POV ~ During the concert*

"You only want me when I'm taken..." I can always pick out Harry's voice from everybody's. I mean I can pick out all of the boy's voices, but Harry's stands out the most. I'm sure it has something to do with us being together and everything, he sings to me quite often and he did even before we were dating. That was such a long time ago, so much has changed before then. I can remember every detail about the day I first thought I might like Harry.

Flashback

"Louis? Lou, are you in there?" Harry calls out to me from the other side of the hotel bathroom door. I wipe the remaining tears from my cheek and answer him. "Yeah... I - I'll be right out." I manage to say, looking in the mirror, still holding back tears. God, I feel like a teenage girl. Collect yourself Tomlinson, It's just going to get harder from here. We had gotten back from the studio a few minutes ago and been given an an hour and a half of free time before we were expected back to go to the concert. A lot of times when we had short breaks like this I just hung out with Harry. It wasn't worth it to go out and fight through the swarming fans just to be able to into a few stores for only a few minutes. More often than not we ended up cuddling together, not like we were dating or anything, it was a strictly platonic type of cuddling.

I wipe my cheek one more time for good measure and open the bathroom door to reveal Harry still standing there. He's half-naked, as usual, but I didn't mind. I mean we were best friends, there's nothing wrong, or even weird, about being shirtless or sometimes naked around each other. Besides, the lad does have a nice body. I look up to met his eyes, and immediately I know he can tell something is wrong. Dammit. "Louis, what happened? Were you crying?" Shit. I can never hide anything from that boy. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me into a tight hug. After a minute or so he lets go and leads me over to the hotel bed. We lay down on the bed and cuddle together and he begs for me to explain what's wrong. I tell him about hearing the nasty things people were saying about we when we were leaving the studio today. I had even heard one girl call me a fag and tell me to kill myself. I'm trying so hard not to cry at this point, but it's so hard. Harry just pulls me in closer.

"Lou, can I tell you something?" I can hear uneasiness in his voice, which isn't very common for him unless it's something serious.

"You know you can tell me anything, Harry. We're best mates, it's what we're for." I assure him.

"I haven't told anyone this... It's kinda hard to say aloud. Especially to you..." I just watch him as he musters up the courage to say whatever he needs to say.

"Louis... I'm bi..." He bites his lower lip, looking at me as if he's waiting for me to react badly. He continues. "And I think I might like you... As more than a friend." He looks away and loosens his grip on me, as though he expects for me to pull away from him. It doesn't bother me that Harry's bi at all. It's kind of weird to think about all of the times I've changed in front of him, cuddled with him, or even showered with him, but he hasn't done anything to make me change my opinion on being best mates. Honestly if I was gay, I would definitely date Harry. He was beautiful, had the best personality, was funny, cute, and he had a great body. He would make a perfect boyfriend.

Woah Lou. Watch yourself. You don't think of your best friend like that.

"Lou? I understand if you don't want to be around me anymore. I guess cuddling with a guy who likes you might be weird for you..." He looks so disappointed in himself and it physically hurts me to see him upset.

"Haz, I would never change my opinion and leave you. You like guys, so what? That's great! You like girls? That's great too! It doesn't matter who you find yourself attracted to, I'll always support you and love you like a best friend should." I lean back into his chest as he just pets my hair and wipes tears off of his cheeks just as I had done earlier. I feel myself drifting off to sleep, and as I do, I hear Harry whisper, thinking I'm already asleep.