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Harry: Did you get home safely?
Louis: Yea, you didn't have to pay a taxi for me you know?
Harry: That's the least I could do. I guess that kiss got me in a good mood.
Louis: I was obviously drunk and felt bad for you though.
Harry: Obviously.
Harry: But I liked it. I mean, it would be even better if you didn't pull away after 1 second and ran downstairs.
Louis: I got nervous. I was scared you would think something else.
Harry: Something else?
Louis: That I wanted to be with you or something...
Harry: Why the fuck would I want that?
Louis: Oh wow, you don't have to be so rude about it.
Harry: Seriously, I don't want to fucking get into a relationship. Especially not with a guy.
Louis: Cool.
Harry: Stop it.
Louis: No, I know you don't feel like that.
Harry: You don't know anything.
Louis: Why don't you want people to know you're gay?
Harry: How do you know I'm not talking to you just to fuck around with you?
Louis: Yea, what a life that would be. Messing around with teenagers like that on a daily basis.
Harry: Just forget it.
Louis: No. If you think being gay is embarrassing, it would hurt me a lot. It's not like I went through my life without being picked on. I was probably called "Freak" "Fag" and even "Cock sucker". That's just how it is. But rather that than hiding who I really am.
Harry: Well you are all that. If you don't remember because of all the "alcohol" you drank, you kissed me first. I didn't do a shit.
Louis: You're not serious are you?
Harry: I am. Plus, you don't get to be hurt over that. I'm going through a lot and you don't know how I feel.
Louis: Omg then tell me. Is it that hard? I've asked you plenty of times to tell me what's bothering you so much.
Harry: It complicated.
Louis: No shit. Everything in life is complicated. But you gotta let me know how complicated it is. I won't judge you unless you give me a hella good reason to.
Harry: Fine. Meet me?
Louis: Sure. When?
Harry: Tomorrow. At my place.
Louis: Is that a good idea? You told he some stuff about your father being loud and angry a few days ago.
Harry: You wanted to know, didn't you?
Louis: Okay. Just text me the address tomorrow.
Harry: Sure, babe.
Louis: No babe.
Harry: Come on, I'm hurt.
Louis: Don't take advantage of this situation, Harold.
