Behind Closed Doors *Narry*

Chapter 10

Harry had only been minding his own business when Louis aproached him late that afternoon. Louis had on his infatuating smirk that had Harry on the edge of his seat, nervous. Louis's eyes gleamed with that mischievous glint as he strolled carelessly over to where Harry sat perched on the couch.

"Hello there Harry! How are you?"

Harry didnt answer though. He stared. Kept his eyes squinted and strained on Louis.

"What?" Louis asked incredulously.

"What do you have up your sleeve Louis?" He narrows his eyes all the more, crossing his arms intimidatingly.

"Oh! I'm hurt you'd think im up to something," Louis cries holding his heart in fake hurt.

Harry merely looks at him with an expression as if to say 'yeah right'. He keeps his arms crossed firmly over his chest,waiting for Louis to explain himself. Which takes longer that Harry would've liked.

Louis takes his time taking a seat beside Harry, swaying his hips in a girly manner then taking a seat (more like flopping down on his bum). He crosses his legs on the couch and steals a glance in Harrys direction. An evil smirk playing on his lips.

Harry sighs in defeat and falls against the couch, "Louis what do you want!?"

"Sheesh no need to be so pissy about it, mate!" Louis shoots back defensive.

Harry turns toward him and shoots him the stink eye. Louis sort of shrinks in on himself, shoulders collapsing as he slowly slides down the couch.

"Okay, okay!" He surrenders putting his hands up in defeat.

Harry sighs, "So what do you want, Lou?

"Are you gay?" Louis asks with no hesitation. Harry sits there in shock, mouth hitting the floor and eyes bulging. He was so scared all of a sudden because how did he know?

He doesn't let himself look scared for more than needed before he's standing with his fists clenched at his sides and steam leaving his ears.

"How dare you!" He screams teeth clenched.

"What? Harry!" Louis yells standing

to his feet as well. His eyes are bulging and he's looking at Harry in horror.

"I'm far from gay you twat! How dare you think you could just call someone gay! Don't assume things Louis! Don't ever call me gay you... you... you..."

Louis walks toward him and places a comforting hand on his shoulder, "Haz, it's okay. I know."

Harry cracks. He bursts into tears, body racking with sobs as he collapses against his best friend's body. Louis rubs his back holding him tight against his chest.

"Its okay Harry, its okay," Louis leads them both back towards the couch and lets Harry cling to him like a lifeline as he cries harder. "Why are you crying, Harry? I'm not going to judge you, never would."

But Louis doesn't understand because this is the first time anyone's ever noticed. And it terrifies Harry to think other people will know, will be able to tell. He doesn't want people to judge him, to change their opinion on him just because of his sexual orientation. And his anxiety has kept him from telling even his closest friend.

"B-because, Lou, no one knows." He whispers into his shoulder.

"Why not, Haz? The lads would never judge you. I would never judge you! Why would you think that?" Louis seems a little flustered and frustrated but he's still rubbing Harry's back soothingly and thats all that matters.