Being Louis (Zouis)

Chapter 16

-Harry 

I come downstairs before Dad can even say it's time for dinner. I see Niall in his chair smiling up at me.

"Haz-ah!" He starts chewing on his hands after I smile back at him. Louis walks in and sits down in front of me.

"Dinner is served." Daddy sets down the bowl of ravioli in front of Louis and I then starts to feed Niall.

"So, are you ready to tell me what's up?" Dad looks over at me but I shake my head and mess with my food.

"How's Josh?" I shrug.

"Good. I guess."

"I heard that you have a little crush on him? Is this true?" I hear Louis mumble under his breath then he looks up at me. I give him a death glare then proceed to stab my ravioli with my fork.

"You told."

"I had to-"

"You swear you wouldn't tell." I slammed down my fork on my plate and look up at Louis.

"What was I gonna say? I had to tell him. I was worried about you!" He looks away and then to Dad.

"Harry, it's okay to have a cru-" I slam my hands in the table then stand up.

"Stop it! I don't like him!"  I can feel my face turning red by the second.

"Harry, settle down."

"It's like you don't even care about how I feel! It's only a crush. It's not like I want to marry him!"

"Harry, chill out."

"No! Just leave me alone." I pick up my plate and throw it at the wall. The broken pieces fall to the ground, leaving Louis and Dad in silence. I bang my fist on the table then storm upstairs.

-Liam

Once Harry slams his door, Louis looks at me with a scared face.

"This is why I leave him alone when he's angry! Dad, he just broke a plate and scared Niall."

"Seriously what's wrong with him? This is the second night in a row he's stormed off and ruined our dinner." I shrug.

"Oh, Niall. Did we get a little scared. Yeah. I know." Louis picks up Niall and starts to coo at him. I decide to go upstairs and try to talk some sense into Harry. I get up to his room hear silence. I knock on the door but it's there's no answer.

"Harry? It's me. Open up." I open his door and see that his room is a complete mess. There's clothes everywhere, his favourite band poster are ripped and scattered on the floor. His room looks like a tornado just hit. I see Harry's small figure kneeling beside his bed with his head in his hands.

"Go away." I hear him mumble. I walk close to him and start rubbing his back.

"Why couldn't I of been born normal? I want to be like everyone else. I want friends. I'm tired of second guessing myself." He looks up at me with a tear stained face.

"You don't have to be like everyone else. We were all born different to be unique in our own way."

"I feel like you won't love me just because I think I have a crush on a boy." Harry looks back up at me.

"Hazza, I've been trying to tell you and Louis this since you guys were little. I don't care what you are, you could be dating a blue alien and I wouldn't stop loving you. You could like a guy but either way, I still love you." He looks back and sighs.

"Maybe I am gay. Is that bad?" I put my hand on his shoulder and shake my head.

"Nothing is wrong with being gay. I won't love you any less. Do I hate Louis?" He shakes his head.

"No." I smile.

"Then why would I hate you?" He shrugs then hugs me.

"I love you."

"I love you too." I whisper back to him then hug him tighter.

"Dad, I think I need therapy." I look at him confused.

"Why do you say that?" He looks around then back at me.

"I think I have an anger problem." I didn't want to say it but it's true. I mean he broke a plate and ruined his room.

"We'll look into that okay?" He nods.

"We cool?" I hold out my fist and he returns the favor by colliding with mine with a fist pump.

"I need to apologize to Lou. I'll clean my room as soon as I get back and I already know-Harry! You're grounded for 2 weeks!"

"Well, no. You're not grounded."

"I'm not?"

"No, but you will clean up your room, take out the trash, and do the dishes."

"I rather be grounded!" He laughs and runs down stairs.

The things I do for love.