Why Me?(Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 2

Harry's POV:

I woke up to no phone call, but in my bed. I had no idea how I got there. I sat up and looked around, my room just the same as I left it. Louis must've brought me into my room.
I sighed, I had just cried, more like sobbed, into chest all because he asked me if management put me up to the thing with Jackie.

I groaned and fell back on the bed, I turned on my stomach and hugged my pillow. Going back to sleep wouldn't hurt, right? Just a few more hours.

"Harry, wake up." I awoke this time to someone shaking me. The voice sounded much like Louis. I groaned and rolled away from him, "Five more minutes." I grumbled.

"You've slept since the interview. You need to eat."

"M'not hungry."

"You haven't ate all day, Haz." Louis sighed. "M'not hungry." I repeated, stuffing my face in my pillow. I felt the bed dip and Louis lay next to me.

"You ready to tell me what's bothering you?" I shook my head no.

"Is it still management?" He pressed on. "With making Jackie come over." I sighed, he had caught me there.

"So they did?" It wasn't all, but this was all he needed to know. I nodded.

"Why would they need to do that?" I shrugged. I couldn't tell him I was gay. "Harry, you do know. C'mom, I'm your best friend. You can trust me." 'You wouldn't be my best friend if you knew I was gay and wanted you to be my boyfriend.'

"You'll hate me." I mumbled into my pillow. He rubbed my back, "I could never hate you, Haz."

"You and the other guys will." I mumbled again into my pillow. He continued to rub my back. "Haz, we all love you. We could never hate you. No matter what." I sighed.

"Promise?" I asked.

"Promise." He told me, continuing to rub my back. I sat up and looked at my hands.

"I-i'm, uh, g-gay." I stuttered, playing with my fingers. Louis was silent for a moment, and I knew he hated me. I hated me too. I was dreading what he would say,
'Such a fag.' 'You don't need to be in the band.' 'That's disgusting Harry.' 'Nobody would ever want to date you, I mean look at you.'

But none of those harsh words came, Louis sighed. "Why would you think we would hate you, Haz?" He started rubbing my back again. I shrugged, "Management." Was all I whispered. Louis laid down and pulled me into his side.

"Management are assholes. The lads and I will always love you. It doesn't matter if you're gay or not." I nodded my head against his chest. They might say they're okay with it, but they're really not, and others will hate me.

He continued to rub my back and said soothing words. "Now come on, Haz. You need to eat." I was close to sleep again, but shook my head. "Not hungry. Eat tomorrow." I mumbled. Louis sighed but I felt him nod, "Okay, go to sleep." Then darkness engulfed me.

I woke up sometime the next morning, but I was still sleepy. I went to snuggle closer to my pillow when I felt a pair of strong arms squeeze me closer. My eyes snapped open. My pillow was Louis. We hadn't slept in the same bed since the X-Factor.

My eyes widen more when I remembered the events of the night before, I had confessed that I was gay. And he still stayed with me. I felt him start to rub my back again, he had woken up.

"Morning Hazza." He grumbled in his raspy deep voice. It was, uh, to say the least, hot.

"Morning Lou." I mumbled, shutting my eyes.

"Are you okay?" I slowly nodded against his side.

"Look, I have a date with El today, so I'll be home late. I just want you to be okay. I can call one of the boys." I shook my head, "No that's fine." He nodded, but I rolled off of him so he could go and get ready.