questions [larry]

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"Louis, do I have a nice smile?" Harry mumbled.
His eyes were focused starring at a random point at their hotel room, which they share while they gave some concerts in Paris.

"You're not smiling, Harry. Why do you ask me that? No, I don't think your smile is nice." Louis answered.

He was in a really bad mood because he told his girlfriend Eleanor today that he's gonna break up with her.

Lately Louis was so annoyed with Harry. With his serious questions.

Louis thought that Harry really had to suffer from an inferiority complex.

Since Harry started getting on his nerves and asking him these questions, Louis was thinking more and more about the curly one. But there was something unlike the past.
Louis started to think how Harrys hair would smell or which taste his lips have.
He thought, if he would kiss Harry, would Harry kiss him back?

He shook his head to get these weird thoughts out of his head.

He wasn't gay.

How could Louis, the hetero of the heteros, be gay?

He hadn't a shiny rainbow flying above his head. He couldn't fell in love with...boys.

"I think, even lately you're very  annoying, I kinda like your smile."
Louis had a guilty conscience, but he didn't know why.

Harry started smiling and couldn't stop it.

And maybe that was the decisive point when it wasn't a supposedly one-sided love, anymore.

Maybe.

This chapter is dedicated to my sunshine pants  vvbasic

MUCH LUCK IN UR EXAM