It Was Supposed to Be a Dare (A Larry Stylinson Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

Harry's POV

A week later Louis and I were curled up in my bed, no we didn't have sex, and we were discussing what had happened with Liam.

"I just don't get it Haz," Louis was saying, "he's always been so 'just be yourself' and now it's like he wants to condemn us for who we are."

"Yeah," I muttered, thoughtfully, "maybe I should see if he'll talk with me."

"You should love," Louis said, "I think he might be holding something in that needs to come out."

"Okay," I sighed, getting up, "I'm going to go call him."

I pressed a quick kiss to Louis' lips and, grabbing my phone, got up and left the room. Once I was in the living room I dialed Liam's number and pressed the phone to my ear. After three rings he answered.

***Phone Conversation***

"Hello?"

"Hey Liam," I mumbled.

"What's up Harry?"

"I think we need to talk," I said, "can I come over?"

There was a moment of hesitation. Then, "Sure, come on over."

"Ok," I smiled, "I'll be over in ten."

"See you then, bye."

"Bye."

***End of Phone Conversation***

"Louis," I called.

"Yes love?"

"I'm heading over to Liam's," I said.

"Okay," he called, "bye, Haz."

"Bye boobear," I said.

***At Liam's Apartment***

I knocked on the door and waited for Liam to answer. Thoughts swirled through my head. What was he going to say? What was I going to tell him? I knew that I couldn't tell him about Louis and I, but he would probably suspect something if I drilled him about him being so rude to gays. I was jerked out of my thoughts by the door opening. Liam was standing there in a pair of sweats and an old black t-shirt.

"Hi," he said weakly, obviously upset over something since he never wears that old t-shirt unless he was upset.

"Hey Liam," I smiled, "how are you?"

"I'm okay I guess," he sighed.

"Come on Liam," I said, "we both know that isn't true. Now let's talk."

He nodded and motioned for me to follow him into the living room. Once we were situated in the living room I looked at Liam nervously.

"So," he said, "what was it you wanted to talk to me about?"

"I wanted to talk to you about what happened last week," I said.

"What about it?" He was feigning innocence.

"The way you acted when Niall said Louis and I would be a cute couple," I sighed, "it was shocking. I mean you actually went as far as calling gay people fags. What was up with that?"

Liam frowned and began twiddling his thumbs.

"I don't know what you are talking about," he muttered.

"Yes you do Liam!" I argued, "seriously what's up with you? Ever since the dare you've been distant with Louis and I. Does being gay really disgust you that much?"

His eyes widened, "y-you're gay!?"

"I never said that," I sighed, "but the fact remains that, because of your day, Louis and I are now involved in a homosexual relationship. And now you are treating us like scum who deserve to die."