Stressed, Depressed, & Boy-Band Obsessed [l.s]

~Gay Is Wrong~

~Louis~

I kicked my long legs softly of the edge of Harry's comfy bed. It was now around 10:00pm and I was still hanging around his house, but who could blame me? This guy intrigued me beyond anyone else I'd ever laid eyes on... And somehow, after skypeing him for ages, I still needed to know more...

"Harry?" His head of curls turned toward me and his eyes brightened about two shades. "Yes Lou-Lou?" He asked cutely.

"Uhm, wanna play ten questions?" I asked back.

His smile widened and he nodded, scampering over to sit next to me.

"Okay, I'll start."

(Just so this is easier: H-harry L-louis.)

L- "Favorite Band?"

H- "One Direction! Duhhhhh."

L- "Haha, wow, I almost forgot about being famous just laying here with you..."

H- "Mhm, okay so, Favorite Color?"

L- "RED!"

H- "Ahhh, suspender days..."

L- "Uh, Best friend?"

H- "Cher of course! Or you, too."

L- "It better be me!"

H- "Which band mate do you get along with the best?"

L- "Definitely Nialler! Favorite drink?"

H- "APPLE JUICE!"

L- "Really?"

H- "YES!!! More than water! uh, Favorite store?"

L- "Jack Wills! Uh... Sexuality?"

H- "uh, erm, Gay, how about y-you?"

L- "Well, I remember telling you
I was maybe bi, but recently I've decided I was straight."

••••

~Harry~

My heart literally shattered two stories after he said oh-so-casually he had decided he was straight.

He's been leading me on this whole DAMN TIME!

'Fuck fuck FUCK! Your so stupid Harry, falling for another guy again! WE TOLD YOU YOU'D BREAK YOUR HEART!' My brain roared.

I felt little compared to Louis, as he peered down at me, simply stating, "Your turn Harry."

I bit my lip to hold back my tears, I didn't want to cry in front of Louis.

"Something wrong Har?" He asked, peering over at me.

I shook my curls softly at him. His harmonic angel voice rang in my ears as he stood up, "We can finish this tomorrow since ya seem tired... Nite Harry!" He waved and left the room.

I moved over to my window and watched his car drive away.

Another person I chased out of my heart with my sexuality.

My brain ached, repeating:

'Being Gay is wrong. Your such a queer, a fag, worthless... Even Luke told you this!'

I shook my head again, racing to the bathroom, and throwing up all my food from Nandos earlier in the day. I shouldn't have eaten so much anyways.

After I finished purging I flushed my vomit down the toilet and held my knees to my chest, choking down silent sobs. I felt the need to be quiet, I didn't need Cher to give me sympathy.

But then again, she had told me she was leaving to go see Niall.

My head hung low in despair, I had chased her out too. All these years of putting up with a Gay faggot and now shes gone for good.

I know what your all thinking, 'Poor Harry... Don't feel so down!'

But really, if you got to meet the
Man/Woman of your dreams, famous or not, and have the chance to make him fall for you, and then you find out he/she is gay, or pansexual, or straight.

While your worthless, a waste of space and air.

It doesn't feel good at all.

To know your not wanted because of your sexuality.

Well I have news, I can't change even If I try, EVEN IF I WANTED TO.

SO WHY IS IT SO BAD TO BE DIFFERENT?

I DON'T UNDERSTAND ANYMORE.

I don't want to be the second choice, friend-zoned by your dream partner.

But that's all I have because:

'Gay is wrong. Gay is bad.'

~~~

A/N:

Yah it's short, but sorry I have to 'research stocks' for freaking math class.

Gahhhhhhhhhh

Well hope you enjoyed!

-Emily

(And i support gays, pansexuals, bi, all that. <3 love is love and people need to learn it.)