Broken Repair (Larry Stylinson)

Short Shorts and Summer Lips

Harry POV *surprise*

I'd like to say I knew what was up with me. I didn't. I was taking things out on Louis, because slowly but surely he was making me question my sexuality. It was driving me mad. It was all I thought about when I wasn't with him.

Kissing him, it's like breathing. It's so easy. I'd like to say I didn't need to think about it, but having management breathing down my neck, trying to make us look like a couple, I had to think about it often. Sometimes I did kiss him without thinking.

It would make me instantly ashamed. I know I shouldn't be. Give me any other gay couple. I wouldn't think twice about saying that it was great, that they had each other. Love was love. It needed no explanation.

So why did I? I'd never kissed a boy before Louis. I never expected it to be like that.

Was it only Louis though, that gave me these feelings?

Don't give yourself a brain hemorrhage.

Flashback~~

Smiling to myself in the shower, I knew I started the day off in a good mood. I knew I would see Louis at some point today; management gave me a heads up. I feel like we're getting close to each other now, and are like friends, except with the baggage.

I was becoming more aware of the kisses we shared. It was never hard to kiss Louis. So sweet. Always so pleasurable. So much so that I kissed him even when management hadn't asked, but only outside so he needed no explanation.

Mostly, I wanted to fix him after Jack had broken him. I wanted to show him a good time, or to even take his mind off of it. I loved making him smile.

Just thinking about it makes me smile to myself.

I finish showering, dry myself off, and head back to my bedroom. It was large, a typical double room, except with an en-suite and walk-in closet for my clothes. My room was blue because I loved the colour of the sea.

Sitting on the edge of my bed as I towel dry my face, I receive a text. My phone buzzes along the cabinet.

I grab it, and open because it's a text from management.

From management: Pool party today. Liam's house. Wear swimming shorts under clothes. Pick Louis up at 1400hrs.

I panic to myself, my heart in my throat. This is not what I planned. This was not going to go well. Louis is going to be in his swim shorts, too, and I knew my reaction last time seeing his wet body.

I masturbated over it last time. I-I shouldn't have. I'm not gay.

He was all wet, and slippery and I just wanted to touch him.

No!

You're not gay.

You don't want him like that. This is all contracted, Harry. You do not want him.

The more I think about it, and war in my mind, it darkens my mood. I reach a resolve in my head. I've got to ignore him, I've got to.

Show him you don't want him.

Make him know.

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By the time I reach Louis' house, I'm stressing out. I'm trying not to think about it. Go back to the Harry before Louis who didn't need to think about it.

Will he be in his swim shorts? I hope not.

Of course he wont be, I think to myself. You're wearing clothes over yours.