Being Louis (Zouis)

Chapter 8

-Liam

As I'm walking upstairs with Niall and Harry, I hear the doorbell ring.

"I'll get it!" I tuck Harry in and put Niall in his crib then trot back downstairs to watch the telly. As I walk past the door, I stop in my tracks just to see my eldest son snogging some boy with a tuxedo.

"Dad?" He looks at me nervously while the punk boy looks surprised.

"Whatcha doin?" I awkwardly smile and wait for Louis' excuse.

"Well, I was just. You know?" He was stuttering.

"Actually, I don't know. So please enlighten me."

"This is Zayn." Zayn awkwardly waves.

"Hello."

"Hi."

"Dad, I know I haven't told you about my sexuality but I'm gay." He shrugs then raises his hands.

"Surprise?"

"Okay, please boys sit down." We all gather by the couch as I sit in my chair.

"Zayn? Please, tell me. Are you sexually active with my son?" Zayn rushes to shake his head.

"No! Not at all! We aren't even together."

"Yet." He mumbles and smiles to himself.

-Louis

Dad's being really weird! Asking if I'm sexually active with Zayn. Yeah, I wish I was sexually active with Zayn. After the long talk, Dad handed us condoms and walked up stairs.

"Be safe, love!" He smiled and turned the corner. After that awkward moment, I turn to Zayn. He smiles then plays with his hands.

"Lou?"

"I came over for a reason. Not just to snog or have a long talk with your Dad about sex. I came here to say that Perrie made me realise something."

"What was that?"

"I only want you. No one else. From the day I ran into you all the way up until now. It took me a week to realise that I'm like-" He sighed and looked down.

"I'm madly in love with you."

I feel all the blood drain from my face and I look down.

"Please, Louis, say something."

"I don't know."

"You don't know? Louis, I just spilled my heart out to you. That's all you have to say?" I remain silent and try to think of an answer but my mind just remains blank. Zayn scoffs and gets up to head for the door.

"Zayn! Wait I didn't mean it like that! I meant it like-" I rush after him and he turns around.

"Louis, a good no would have been nice. Just-" He groans then walks out. My eyes start to water and the tears roll down my face.
I put my back on the door and slowly slid down. I was crying my eyes out, Zayn just doesn't understand. Being in love is so much different than what we are. I've only known him for a week and he's kissing me like we've been together for months. We're moving too fast and I can feel it. I'm scared. I really like Zayn but it's not exactly love. I don't know

-Zayn

I ran inside and slammed the door. I should have known Louis would just play with me. I wanted him to be mine and all I got was "I don't know." I thought we were ready. I knew it was to good to be true. I regret bumping into Louis and falling deeply for his deep blue eyes

-Harry

"Harry? Harry? Wake up!"

"Huh? What? Who's there?" I see a figure in the darkness.

"It's me. Louis." He turns on my bedside lamp and sits on my bed. His hair iseverywhere, his eyes were red and puffy.

"I came to see if you were okay, you were talking really loudly about some guy named Josh? Who's that?"

"No one."

"Harry." I sit up with a sigh.

"Okay, fine. But first you have to tell me why you're upset."

"I'm not upset." He looked around my room.

"Lou-Lou. You've got red, puffy eyes and your hair looks out of control. Your voice sounds like you've been crying for hours."

"You're too smart for your age." He grins at me then gets serious.

"Let's just say, Loubear's life is biting him in the bum." He looked at the ground.

"It can only get better." I hug him for a really long time, I love these moments with him.

"Now, tell me about this Josh boy." He stares at me with excitement like he's going to hear that he won a trip to Buckingham Palace.

"WellJoshislikemybestfriendbutIkissedhimandnowIkindoflikehimandhelikesmebutnickdoesntwantustogetherbecausehehatesfaggots." I inhale in sharply hoping that he wouldn't understand what I just said.

"Oh, that's adorable! Little Hazzy has a crush! That's so cute." He was cooing like Dad would do to Niall.

"What do I do?"

"Let it play out and I'm sure you'll get what you want. Oh! Why don't you invite him over tomorrow? If he's not busy but you guys are only thirteen so I'm pretty sure he's not."

"That's a good idea." I yawn and look at Lou.

"Can you sleep in my bed tonight?"

"Sure." He gets under my covers and cuddles me close.

"Sweet dreams, Haz."