Homophobia

Chapter 23

Hey guys, sorry I didn't update yesterday, I was feeling a bit depressed, so I didn't want to rush a chapter and have it come out terrible. Did you guys check out my friend's story, This May Sting A Bit? Please do. I saw people making trailers for fanfics, and I was wondeirng if someone wanted to make one for this story?

Cleo xx

"LOUIS FUCKING TOMLINSON! YOU OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW!!" Louis sighed as he heard Niall's fists bang against his apartment door.

"What do you want Niall?" he says looking through the peephole at a fuming Niall.

"I'm going to kick your ass when I get my hands on you. You better open this fucking door!" Niall pounds on the door harshly.

"Fuck" Louis grumbles, opening the door for a very red and angry irishman. Louis just barely escapes a swift jab to the face.

Niall smirks angrily, "Quick little bugger aren't you." he growls, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Now. What the fuck is your problem?"

Louis huffs, sitting on his tiny couch. "You already know about the bet, so how about you just skip the bullshit, and beat my ass yeah?"

Niall steps forward, but Louis doesn't flinch. Louis falls over the back of the couch as Niall uppercuts him in the jaw.

Louis rubs his jaw for the third time today, cursing himself for giving Niall the opportunity to hit him.

"Stupid cunt" he growls under his breath. He stands, and walks around to sit on the couch.

"A bet. You told me that you fell in love, but not that you made a bet on Harry's." Niall shakes his head, "You're pathetic."

"Thanks for the compliment, I'll tell you when I start to give a fuck." Louis growls, his temples are pounding and he isn't in the mood. He just wants to find a way to get Harry back.

"And even knowing that you did such a disgusting thing, you actually went to see Liam, and got your prize, which was..?"

Louis pauses, before hanging his head, "A blow job and a hundred doll-"

Niall tackles Louis and the couch tumbles over as Niall attacks Louis' face and chests with powerful blows. Louis raises his arms to block any face shots before shoving Niall away.

"YOU BET ON HARRY'S LOVE FOR A FUCKING BLOWJOB AND $100?!" Niall screams, and Louis flinches, scrambling back.

Niall reaches in his wallet, and throws a hundred dollars at him angrily.

"Now I'VE given you a hundred dollars. You use that money to take Harry on a proper fucking date, and you kiss him and you fucking make love to him and let him know you love him! Or I will fucking break every bone in your body for hurting my bestfriend!"

Louis looks down at the money and sighs, "What if he doesn't want me to?"

Niall's phone begins to vibrate in his pocket and he looks at Louis, silencing him with his eyes.

"Hey Harry. Yes I'm at Louis'. No I didn't kill him. Yes I tried. I'll be home soon, okay? Love you Hazza. Bye."

Niall slips his phone in his pocket and looks to Louis, "Good news for you, I can't hurt you. But you will take him on a date, you will try to get him to forgive you. Or you will be forced to roll instead of walk the rest of your life. Are we understood?" Niall growls, slicing up Louis' confidence with a glare.

Louis just nods, and Niall smiles satisfied. "Clean yourself up, and find somewhere to take him." He flops on Louis' couch and pulls his phone out.

Louis sighs, but trudges to the shower.

"Louis.. Why are we here?" Harry groans, his mind and body are sore from crying and stressing all night.

"I wanted to take you on a real date, to show you that I do still love you." Louis says, leading Harry to the small table set up on a small secluded beach. His hand on the small of Harry's back sends jolts of electrity through Harry, and a small smile slips onto his face. Louis notices it out of the corner of his eye, and he smiles to himself.

He pulls the chair out slightly so Harry can slip inside, and goes to sit in his own chair. He pulls a plate of hoagies from a icebox and passes one to Harry with a large grin. When Harry sees the hoagie, a sloppy grin slips onto his face.

He takes a bite from the hoagie, and warmth spreads through Louis' heart. He reaches into the ice box and and grabs two bottles of fruit punch for he and Harry.

They make light conversation, mainly discussing how terrible The Wanted is, and stuff like favorite foods, and things they already knew, but still enjoyed hearing about.

After about an hour all the food, snacks and juice is gone. Louis passes Harry a pair of swim shorts, and tugs his sweats and shirt off exposing his own bare chest and swim shorts. Harry goes into Louis' car and shrugs off his clothing, and tugs on this swim shorts. He neatly folds his clothes, placing them on the dashboard.

When he goes back out to Louis, he sees a big towel and two wine glasses. Louis is staring out at the full moon in front of them. Harry smiles, and sits down next to Louis on the towel.

Louis holds a glass out full of a red liquid.

"Red wine?" Harry asks confused,

Louis chuckles, "No silly. More fruit punch."

Harry's goofy, dimpled grin appears again as he takes the glass. Louis turns slightly and plants a small kiss on Harry's forehead.

"Harry... I love you so much. I know that you love me too, because you told me two days ago. I'm so sorry for not telling you about the bet. You were nothing to me then besides a trophy. But now you're everything to me. I think about you before I breathe, I think about you before I sleep. Which I haven't the past two days because you weren't here with me. I miss your sloppy curls tickling my nose when you curl up under me. I miss your morning cheerfulness when you first wake up, and how you only cook four eggs, six pieces of bacon and two pieces of toast for us to share. I miss how you pour the orange juice into a glass, pour it out, and repout another cup until you have the perfect amount. I miss you Harry, I miss you so much."

By now tears are slipping from Louis' face and he doesn't even try to stop it. He wants Harry to see how much he needs him. He needs Harry to see that he cannot live without him.

Harry doesn't say anything, and Louis' face drops.

"I'm sorry.. I knew you wouldn't want me.." Louis says barely above a whisper. He moves to stand, and Harry stands with him. He grabs Louis' face and attaches their lips roughly. He kisses Louis sloppily and wraps his arms around his neck. Louis rests his hands on Harry's hips and detaches their lips, staring into Harry's deep, green eyes.

"I love you Louis." Harry whispers, and Louis' heart swells.

"I love you Harry."