Never an Honest Word (Larry Stylinson Fan Fiction) [Also On Hold]

Chapter 1 -Harry's POV-

Hello! I have no clue how i got the idea, but I wanted to try writing it! and, I surprisingly ended up liking it. I have the whole plot planned out and everything! If you enjoy it, tell me. Or vote. something like that! please. I want to know if anyone likes it before I update more, although I probably will anyway. Its summer break and i’m not a big fan of watching TV and Sims all day long, which is probably why I started writing this story in the first place. well, thank you for reading! :D xo

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I just didn’t know what to tell him. Coming out is a big thing and I didn’t want to scare him off. Louis was my best friend, and I was telling him that I was gay. It’s not like I was confessing my undying love for him or anything, plus he said he would be here for me no matter what. It should be fine! I argued with myself for a while longer, soon Louis would be home from wherever he had gone. Then, I told myself, I will tell him.

Flipping the TV on to calm my nerves, I heard keys rattle in the door. “Louis?” I called out, although I already knew it was him.

Opening the door, he came to sit down next to me. “Yeah Harry?” he asked, sounding more excited than usual.

 “Why are you so excited?” I asked instead. I was such a pussy; I really needed to tell someone this. I had figured it out a few months ago; it had hit me like a ton of bricks. Then, I’d had conflicting thoughts about the topic for a while, and now I felt the desperate need to tell someone. Preferably my best friend.

Snapping back to the moment, Louis was pouting. “You did it again Harry! Stop spacing off!” he accused, and I knew he was right. I need to stop thinking so much.

“Sorry Lou.” I sheepishly apologized, blushing and looking towards the floor. What he said next really surprised me though.

“Is there something you need to tell me Haz? What have you been thinking about?” he asked, looking at me with large worried eyes.

For no reason at all, I almost broke down and started crying then and there. “Well… you sure you wanna know?” I quickly sputtered out.

 “Of course I do bud. You’re my best friend, and I want to know what’s wrong.” He said, turning his head to face me. “You look like you’re gonna cry…” reaching over, he pulled me into a tight hug.

I was in some deep shit, and I guessed this was the best time to do it. Finally tell someone. So, I whispered it into his hair, “Lou, I think I’m gay.” Then, I couldn’t take it anymore. I started crying.

“That’s okay Hazza. I thought it would be something bad!” he exclaimed.

I was sobbing now, taking shallow shaky breaths. I just didn’t know why. He accepted it, everything was all right. But I couldn’t stop.

He held me tight, slightly rocking back and forth. “Don’t cry baby. I’m here for ya.”

I woke up the next morning with sore eyes, tucked into my warm bed. I didn’t remember much from last night, just admitting I was gay to Louis. After that, I must’ve cried myself to sleep. God. I sound like a teenage girl right now. I was very thankful Louis had been exceptive though, and I wanted to make him breakfast.

 Standing up, I stretched and let out a huge yawn. I realized that I didn’t know what time it was, but the sun was shining bright into my windows. My clock was somewhere; I just didn’t feel the need to use it. Instead I opened the door, taken aback by the smell of bacon. Louis can’t cook… or could he?

I tiptoed down the hall, turning to peek into his room. It was empty, no sign of Louis. He must be cooking… this could be bad. Very bad. I started hurrying as fast as I could to the kitchen.

“LOUIS!” I yelled, hoping there wouldn’t be a huge mess to clean up, or at worst, a fire.

“What?” he asked from behind me.

 I stopped suddenly, turning around. He was standing there in boxer shorts and noting else. He really does have a nice body…

“Earth to Harry!” he said, looking amused. “Now that I know you are gay does not mean you can sit there and gaze at my sexy body… wait. It does.” He bantered, flashing me a cheeky grin.

I blushed, looking at the wall behind him. I never knew it was so plain and boring… we really need to paint.

“Haz. Could you please stay here with me for at least a minute?” I figured he was referring to my spacing out again. This was getting worse, I really needed to stop.

“Sorry Lou.” I said, looking him in the eyes. They had a joking quality to them, so I didn’t feel to bad. “Who’s cooking?” I asked, switching topics before he could ask what I was thinking about.

“Oh, that would be Eleanor. I was going to tell you about her last night… but what you had to say was far more important. She came over this morning and decided to cook. She’s really great at it!” he said excitedly in one big breath. Then he looked at me in an almost scary way. “Be nice to her Styles.”

I stood in the hall thinking about what he had just told me. He must really like her. Aren’t I the ‘great at cooking’ one? Something about this girl really irked me. I wasn’t sure what, but I knew I felt threatened by her.

As I entered the kitchen, I saw her. She was tiny, with long brown wavy hair. I looked over at Louis who was sitting at the table. He was staring longingly at her, and I could see why. She looked to be exactly his type.

When had she gotten here? And, why did she come this early in the morning? Or, was it even early in the morning? I had no idea. But, I still sat down next to Louis. I guessed I could’ve gone to look at the clock, but I was just plain lazy right now.

“Hello!” Eleanor said cheerfully, with a face full of bright smile. “You must be Harry! Lou has told me so much about you!”

I shot Louis a deadly glare. Why did he have to bring me into this? I didn’t want to talk to her! I would probably slip up and be rude. Sighing, I let out a weak hello.

She looked up at me, noticing my quietness. “He said you were always talkative. Are mornings just not your time?”

She was so kind to me, and here I was being slightly rude back at her. “Nope. They’re not.” I mumbled quickly, hoping to cover up my unhappiness with the girl.

She turned away to finish cooking, sending Lou a flirty wink at the same time. This was all too much for me; I stood up and left the room.