Homophobia

Chapter 8 (Potentially Mature)

"Josh. This isn't right.." Niall moans, as Josh sucks on his neck. "You're with Louis..."

"You already know how that works, I'm his plaything.. but I don't want to be."

Niall moans as Josh's hand travels to the bulge in Niall's pants.

He palms him slowly, eager and desperate to have Niall.

Now.

"It'll be fine Niall," He croons in his ear, "Besides I don't just want to be friends."

Maybe it's the alcohol talking, or the ecstasy, or maybe Josh just wants Niall that bad, but he actually believes his last statement.

He actually believes that he wants to be Niall's boyfriend.

Niall chuckles, pulling Josh's mouth to his.

"No you don't, you're just drugged and horny. But so am I, so let's do this."

Josh smiles and leads Niall to one of the bedrooms in Zayn's house.

Zayn spots them and smiles, "Going somewhere ladies?"

Josh scowls and Niall laughs, "Hopefully."

"Have fun. There's condoms and lube in the nightstand."

"Which room?" Niall asks, as Josh drags him into a room.

"All of them!" Zayn yells as Josh slams the door.

Josh's lips attack Niall's, and his back hits the door. Josh locks it hurriedly, and his hand flies to his crotch again.

Josh has wanted this since the first time he met Niall.

He tugs Niall's pants down, and growls when he realizes the zipper's in the way.

Niall chuckles and unzips his pants, as Josh hurriedly tugs them down, and frees Niall's throbbing erection.

He drops to his knees and Niall gasps when Josh takes him into his mouth.

Josh swirls his tongue around the slit and head of Niall's length and he throws his head back, gasping.

He grabs Josh's head, and pushes him further down on his shaft, gagging him, and Josh's tongue runs along it.

"Fuck- Josh." Niall growls, as Josh takes him fully into his mouth. He pulls Niall's length out of his mouth, and stands.

Niall rips his shirt off, and kicks his pants away, grabbing at Josh's shirt. He pushes him to the bed, tugging his pants and briefs down his leg, throwing them to the side.

His lips attack Josh's neck, as he reaches down to stroke his length. Josh moans and threads his fingers through Niall's hair.

He reaches into the nightstand and grabs a condom and lube. He rips open the packet, and shoves the condom on his length. He lathers his length with lube and places his tip at Josh's entrance.

"Fuck- Ready Josh?"

Josh whines and nods as Niall's hand strokes him sloppily.

Niall slowly pushes inside of Josh, and Josh pulls Niall down to him their chests clashing.

"F-fuck!"



When Harry wakes up he notices Louis is still there and smiles. He hears Louis' phone ring and shakes him.

"Louis.. wake up. Somebody's calling you."

"Hm? What love?" Louis mumbles, tightening his grip on Harry.

Harry smiles and pulls Louis' phone out his pocket.

"Mff, hello?" Louis mumbles, Harry looks at Louis worriedly, hoping someone isn't calling him to leave.

"Well. Good for him." Louis growls, face hardening.

Harry moves to get off of Louis, and sits next to him, crossing his legs beneath him.

"No, he's not my boyfriend."

Mumble

"If he wants to fuck Niall, why should I care?" Louis huffs

Niall? Having sex with Josh?

"Josh and Niall are big boys, if they wanna fuck, let them!" Louis hangs up the phone and tosses it across the room.

Harry can feel the anger radiating off of Louis, and he remembers what his dad used to be like angry, and he pushes further back on the couch.

"W-what's wrong?"

"I knew it was gonna happen, but damn." Louis sighs, anger boiling in his veins.

"They slept together? Niall and Josh?"

"Fucked." Louis corrects, "They fucked."

Harry frowns, he hates that word.

"What're you frowning for?" Louis yells, "They fucked."

"I hate that word." Harry spits, not liking how Louis is acting.

"Too bad." Louis growls, folding his arms across his chest.

Harry stares at Louis confusedly. How could they have gone from "cuddling" five minutes ago, to Louis yelling and growling at him.

"What the fuck are you staring at!" Louis yells at Harry, and Harry feels his heart clench.

Louis frowns when he remembers the "Instruction Manual" that came with babysitting Harry Styles.

1: Don't leave him alone

2: Don't yell at him

3: Don't ask about his parents

He's already fucked up twice now.

"Fuck Harry, I didn't mean to yell at you. I'm just upset because Josh and Niall fuc- slept together."

Harry nods, tears brimming in his eyes.

He sees his phone light up with a text from Josh. He moves to grab it from the floor and reads it.

"Josh?" Harry whispers, hoping he doesn't anger Louis again.

"Yeah. He said we're over, and that he likes Niall."

"O-oh." Harry says quietly. "But if he was just your plaything like you said, why do you care?"

Louis shrugs, and sits back on the couch.

"I don't know.." Louis answers honestly, "Maybe because he always took care of me. Especially when my dad died."

Harry doesn't ask, and Louis' grateful.

"So, I'm all alone now." Louis sighs and Harry looks up at him.

Harry's quiet for a moment, and for the third time today he doesn't understand what goes through his mind when he whispers,

"I'll take care of you..."

Louis looks at him bewildered, and shakes his head. "No thanks. It's late. You should go to sleep."

Harry nods his head and goes into his room. Louis wishes he would've stayed, but thinks its better that he left.

Harry comes back in with a large blanket, a quilt and two pillows. He sits next to Louis and Louis offers him a small smile which Harry returns.

Louis knows he'll regret this tomorrow, but for now, he's happy Harry's here to comfort him.

Harry stands again, laying the large blue blanket on the floor. He motions for Louis to lay down as he sets the two pillows on the blanket.

Louis lays down, and Harry grabs the tv remote and hands it to Louis.

Louis turns to Cartoon Network just as Family Guy begins. Louis lays on his back, and Harry lays on his side.

He's tired and doesn't feel like sleeping so he lays his head on Louis' chest and closes his eyes.

Louis looks down at Harry with wide confused eyes.

He knows Harry isn't gay, but he's here laying on his chest, without his permission.

He sighs and places a reassuring hand on his back, as he feels himself drift to sleep with him.




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