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

~Louis Re-Confesses~

~Louis~

After leaving Harry alone Last night, I felt really bad. I also felt bad about lying of being gay.

I mean, I know Harry's gay, I just, I don't know how fans will react, and I know I semi-mentioned before I might've been bi, but the easiest way out of this situation was to say I was straight and sure of it.

My foot dragged along the sidewalk, kicking a pebble ahead. The brisk air flinging against my back, pushing my feathery hair in different directions.

I really wish I wouldn't have lied to Harry, because in reality, I think I like him.

I'm not sure if it's the same with guys as with girls, but when I see his dimpley smile, it makes my insides flutter with butterflies. When I see how he has to get on his tiptoes to boop my nose, I get a little shock of electricity running throughout my veins. Whenever he ruffles up his curls, or bites his lip, or does anything remotely adorable, it makes it 1000% more adorable when he does it.

And I'm 99% positive I have a crush on Harry Styles, the 1% is me, confused about how I'll re-confess this to him.

But I decided to man up, grow some balls, because I really needed to tell the cutie Holmes Chapel native that I needed him to be all mine, wanted him to be all mine.

That I could cure his heartbreak...

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-LATER THAT EVENING-

I walked up to Harry's bedroom, after entering the apartment, and shoved the door ajar.

I strutted in and noticed him sprawled across his bed. My hands slipped into my pockets as I neared the boy, sitting easily on the edge of his bed.

"Harry, I have to confess something to you, or re-confess." I stated. His head popped up, and I notices his slightly puffy eyes, maybe from crying?

I looked down in shame, I probably caused the younger boy's agony.

"Harry, I realized that I am gay, in fact, you made me come to that assumption and now I know it's true, because my feelings for you are more than friendship. More than a like-like, maybe even love?"

The curly haired boy stared upon me, my hands getting sweaty and my heart pounding.

"Are you trying to ask me something, Lou?" He asked cutely, raising an eyebrow and biting gently down on his lower lip, driving me completely crazy.

"Y-yes, I suppose. Uh, Harry, would you do me the honor of-" Before I even finished, he squealed in joy and jumped into my lap, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

"You don't even have to finish! Of course Lou!"

He just made me the happiest man in the world...

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A/N:

Uh kinda short chapter, but I hope you enjoy!

The reason I haven't updated lately is that my grandmother is very ill and in the hospital about forty five minutes drive away from my house, so i've been visiting every day, and I've had ton loads of homework from missing a few days at school, so hopefully this will hold you all over until then!

-SailingForLarry