Uni (A Larry Stylinson Story) ✅

Forbidden Fruit

Zayn's Point of View 

I was sitting in music class pretending to play on my phone when Louis walked in. I still haven't spoken to him since we kissed during our duet project, and I didn't plan on it. I had a girlfriend, and though we weren't in love, we had something special. I didn't want to mess things up with her or complicate things--but Louis was making that harder than ever. 

To be clear, it's not that I was ashamed of being into men. I had known I was bisexual for a while, and though I was never super vocal about it, I've had my fair share of gay experiences. But with Louis, it was different than it had been with the others. With Louis I felt something. And it wasn't just his looks that got me fired up. It was his voice--his beautiful voice-- and the way he spoke and his sassy personality and his fiery temper. Louis was a whole different kind of guy I had never seen before, and the more we had texted about the duet project, the more attracted to him I began to feel.

During the duet, I was honestly surprised I made it through the whole thing without passing out. The whole time I had felt dizzy with lust and desire. Every time I looked at Louis' ass in his skinny jeans or glanced at his crystal blue eyes or listened to his soulful little voice, I felt shivers down my spine. Louis was incredible, and I couldn't get him out of my head. 

I was so jittery when he asked to work with me, in fact, that I was nearly an hour late getting to his room. I just physically couldn't bring myself to go because I was so god damn nervous about what I would do in a room alone with him. I just knew that I wouldn't be strong enough to make it through the duet session without wanting to get physical with Louis. 

And sure enough, I didn't. As soon as we were done, I fucking kissed him. Without even thinking, I just grabbed him and kissed him like a fucking idiot. And to my genuine surprise, he was down for it. He started undressing me--and that's when I realized I had to stop. Because I shouldn't want this, I shouldn't have feelings for Louis. Guys had always been a fun experiment for me--but I belonged with my girlfriend. Didn't I?

After that, I was angry at Louis for tempting me so much and for causing me to doubt my current relationship. I had been doing so well lately, and now I had a whole bunch of things to sort out in my head regarding my sexuality, my preferences, my love life. I didn't need the stress right now and though it technically wasn't his fault for being so attractive and enticing, I blamed him. 

Now, as I saw him walk in, my heart started to beat faster and I fidgeted in my seat. He was still on crutches-- not sure what happened -- and he was wearing denim skinny jeans with while converse sneakers and a black Tshirt with a frowny face on it. His chestnut hair was quaffed at the top -- trying out a new hairstyle I see-- and his blue eyes twinkled a bit in the sunlight that was entering through the window. 

Louis Tomlinson, I thought to myself, trying to hide my obvious attraction. You're fucking killing me. 

Author's note:  Ohhhhh what you think? Zayn caught some feels!