"you guys are gross." i sigh at liam's grotesque explanation of he and his mystery boy's sex life. "i really don't need to know the details, but i'm glad things turned around for you two."
"what? i thought you'd enjoy hearing about his monsterous-"
i slap my hand over liam's mouth. "please, for the love of god, don't continue."
he licks my hand. "eeeww! liam!" i screech, flicking my hand around to get rid of the germs. "you just told me where that tongue was all night and now you're rubbing it all over my palm!"
"shh!" liam slaps his hand over my mouth. "don't let anyone hear." i frown and lick the hand he has over my mouth.
"my tongue wasn't the only thing in there last night so think about what you just licked." he whispers.
"i'm going to ignore that because i have something way more important to accuse you of, troll." i point my finger at his face. "your little lover has to be someone who works here."
"what makes you say that?" liam asks, guilty.
"why else would i need to be quiet? you're usually super loud when you talk about your sex life." i say. "i'm a fucking genius."
"fine. got me." liam rolls his eyes. "but i'm still not telling you who."
i think for a second. the only other man who likes guys in this store is harry. could liam be bedding harry? no way.
"harry?" i ask. "are you and harry a thing? not that i'd care or anything. just wondering. you know, because i'm curious." i rub the back of my kneck "so.. are you?"
"i'm not telling you who, louis." liam shakes his head.
"so it is?"
"i'm not saying."
i decide to let it go. it's pretty obvious that he and harry are going to get married. "okay anyway." i begin. "i heard through the grapevine that niall is throwing a beginning of the year party."
"that so?"
"yup." i nod. "harry's going. maybe you two can get it on or something, since you're so in love with each other."
"louis, please." liam rolls his eyes.
"i need you to spot for me." i say.
"spot? what do you mean? like at the gym?" he asks.
"no, like i'm going to get wasted and you're going to make sure i don't die. get it?" i explain.
"why would you want to get that wasted? i know they all call you lightweight louis but you don't have to try to live up to that reputation. it's not the right one to invest in." liam asks.
"shh. we don't talk about that stupid nickname, alright?" i roll my eyes. "but i made a bet with harry to see who could drink more and i'm determined to win. that boy can't beat me at this. i need to see those softcore nudes."
"i don't even want to know-" liam blinks. "but he's like twice your size. of course he's going to beat you at this. there's no chance."
"just do it?" i ask.
"i mean, alright. i really don't want to, but if it means a lot to you i'll babysit." he sighs. "i was hoping to get some ass though."
"you can. just tuck me into bed and you and harry can do it on the floor. as long as i get to sleep in niall's mom's king size bed and don't choke on my own vomit, you guys can mess around all you want." i say.
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(later that day)
harry and i are silently reading a playwrite next to each other. kendall missed school today so it's just him and i.
"hey." i whisper at him. he turns his head to me immediately. "can i ask you something? it's kind of important."
"yeah. shoot." harry says but before i can begin mr. dunn cuts me off.
"okay guys. that's all the time we have for today. remember, tryouts for acting in the play are coming up soon. come ask me for more details."
"what's up?" harry asks after mr. dunn is finished talking.
"oh.. um.." i think for a second. i don't think i'm quite ready to ask him. "uh, are you trying out for a part?"
"yeah. that's the only reason i'm in this class, to be honest." harry answers. "are you?"
"i was thinking so. i want to play dylan. i've always been super gay and knew it so it would be cool to be able to play someone who struggles with it. plus, i know him better than anyone since i wrote it and all." i explain.
"seems right. congratulations on that, by the way." he nudges me gently. i nod. "i was thinking of playing evan. i'd like to play someone with patience for people. it would be like playing myself."
"yeah.. he was difficult to write. i'm not that way. i prefer people who know what they want from me so i can decide what i want to do. he didn't care, as long as he was with dylan." i smile to the ground. "i always wished i could find an evan."
harry opens his mouth as he's about to speak but the bell cuts him off. he closes it and nods goodbye at me with a small smile before we part ways.
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(even later at school)
it was the last period of the day. finally. harry and i finished our bookwork and were sitting there, talking about unimportant things.
after a few minutes of silence i speak. "are you and liam a thing?" i ask.
"huh?" harry looks at me, baffled in confusion. "what are you talking about?"
"are you and liam a thing? it's a simple question, harry." i ask, annoyed.
"if we were, why would you care?" he asks me.
"oh, well. there's my answer." i exclaim. "nice. liam's cute, one time we did stuff spontaneously. i didn't enjoy it much though, he was like a bear-"
"no louis." harry shakes his head.
"'no' what?" i ask. "it definitely happened, i swear. i wouldn't make this up. we got drunk off champagne and did it in an eleva-"
"no, louis. liam and i. we're nothing. i barely even speak to him. where did all this come from?" he asks, genuinely confused.
"just wondering." i answer.
"you seemed worried." he smiles, biting back a grin.
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