Homophobia

Chapter 6

"What- what the hell are you wearing? Are we going to a funeral?"

Harry had on a white shirt with black slacks and church shoes.

"I've never been to a party!" Harry shouted throwing his arms in the air.

Niall sighs, running his hands lightly through his perfectly quiffed hair. "Come here."

He struts into Harry's room, straight into his closet. He thumbs through his clothes, and frowns when he barely finds anything suitable for a party.

He settles with a red nirvana shirt, black jeans and red converse.

"Put these on and meet me in the car," Niall says throwing the clothes at Harry, "Don't forget to take your anxiety pills and put your inhaler in your pocket."

"I won't" Harry says, pulling on the red t-shirt.

There's a honk outside and Harry goes to the window, his face dropping.

"Why is Louis parked outside my house?" He says frowning.

At that exact moment, Niall's phone rings.

"Hello?" Niall puts Louis on speaker

"Come down Niall. We're here to take you to the party. You drive with Josh, I'll drive with Harry." Louis says

"Why can't I ride with them too!" Harry shouts into the speaker as they walk out the door.

Harry slams straight into Louis and Louis staggers back a little.

"Well hello to you too." Louis mumbles, and Harry giggles.

Louis is so little and thin.

"Josh specifically wants to ride alone with Niall." Louis points at Josh who's looking into Niall's car.

"Okay. That's cool. Harry, we'll just meet you at the party. It's only a forty minute drive."

"..Okay.." Harry says timidly, and Niall pulls him into a hug.

"It'll be okay. I'll see you soon. Just text me the whole time, okay?"

Harry nods and Niall smiles walking off toward Josh.

"Hey Josh!"

Harry turns to Louis, who's walking towards his car. Harry's frown becomes a smile when he sees the classic black Camaro.

"Damn. That's a beautiful."

Louis smirks, "The car? Or me?"

Harry frowns, "The car."

"I'm joking Harry. Get in."

Harry smirks, "The car? Or you?"

Louis grins and walks up to him, blowing hot breath on his neck. "You can get inside of me whenever you'd like."

Harry's jaw drops and Louis turns on his heel getting in the car.

"ENOUGH FLIRTING! LET'S GO!" Josh yells at the two.

Harry huffs and gets in the car. Louis starts the car and drives after Niall and Josh. He hears music blaring from their car and shakes his head. He hates when Josh blasts music, but atleast he's not in the car with them.

Harry plays with his fingers awkwardly and Louis notices frowning. "Uncomfortable?"

Harry nods, and Louis smiles. "Let's play 21 questions, get to know eachother a bit, yeah?"

Harry thinks about it a bit and it could be fun, "Yeah. Me first or you?"

"I'll go." Louis says, "What's your favorite color?"

Harry strokes his chin thoughtfully, "Blue. Like the color of your eyes? That type of blue."

A surge of heat blasts through Louis stomach, and he smiles a little. "Blue is mine too. Because of the sky though, I like how calming it is."

(A/N I know it's probably inaccurate as far as their favorite colors, but its a story.)

"How old are you?"

"I'm 19 going on 20." Louis says and Harry never thought he was that old.

"I'm only 17" He laughs, and Louis smiles.

"What's your favorite food?"

"TACOS!" Harry exclaims happily.

"Really?" Louis laughs, "I expected like cheerios or cookies."

Harry laughs, "Why?"

"I don't know." Louis laughs, and the game goes good for another five or six rounds.

"Harry, I have a very personal question to ask as my final question. Okay?"

Harry frowns a little, but nods. He's gonna ask him on a date or something now. He's certain of it.

"What happened to you that made you homophobic?"

Harry's jaw drops, and he feels himself begin to sweat. "Uh.. Well.. My dad used to touch me.. when uh.. I was younger.. like anal.. and make me.. suck him off.. and he said if I liked it I was a dirty faggot.. Whenever I see a gay guy.. I think of my dad.. it's just a reaction."

Louis grips the wheel, and he feels his anger boil. Fucking sick, who the fuck does that to their kid? Who touches their fucking kid?

Harry begins to shake, and drops his head between his knees. Louis pulls over on the highway, and reaches into Harry's pocket.

Harry trembles even harder at Louis touch, attempting to squirm away.

"P-please Louis.. I'm not g-gay! Don't touch me.. please."

Harry looks up at Louis, and Louis pulls the inhaler from his pocket, handing it to Harry.

Harry looks down at it, and takes it hesitantly. He drops it on the floor, he whines a little as his vision begins to blur.

"Harry calm down. I'll help you."

Louis bends to grab the inhaler, an Harry pulls his legs to his chest. He puts the inhaler to Harry's mouth, and Harry accepts it hesitantly.

"Breathe." Louis says pressing the button.

Harry does as he'a told, and he feels his lungs unclench. He breathes again as Louis repeats the action.

"Better?" Louis asks, pulling the inhaler from his mouth. Harry nods pathetically, and puts his head on his knees.

"C-can you take me home please?"

Louis nods, and makes a quick U-turn. "Text Niall and tell him we're skipping the party."

We? Harry thinks, but does it anyway.

"Harry? What the hell happened?" Niall shouts on the other line.

"Panic attack... Louis is taking me home."

"He is..?" Niall asks, clearly dumbfounded

"Yeah.. You should go to the party Niall. Have fun with Josh. Okay?"

"Harry are you sure?" Niall asks unsure

"Yeah. Go to the party."

"Okay. Love you Hazza, call me if you need me."

"Love you too Ni." Harry says hanging up.

"Ready to go?" Louis asks, Harry sighs shoving his phone in his pocket.

"Yeah. Let's go."