Queer As Folk[Larry Stylinson AU]

Chapter 2

Louis and Eleanor are sitting on the bleachers eating their lunch. Well, Eleanor was eating, but Louis was staring. He was staring at Nick Grimshaw, aka Grimmy. Louis thought he was the hottest guy at his school, but so did everybody else. He was a football player, and he was absolutely fit.

"What did it feel like?" Eleanor asked, taking a bite out of her sandwich and shaking Louis from his daze. He looked at his sketch pad and continued to draw his latest masterpiece. It was Grimmy in his football uniform, nothing new.

"Well, at first, it felt like he was shoving a broomstick up there. But then I just looked into his eyes and it kind of all went away, the pain did. And then it started to feel really good." Louis said proudly. Eleanor laughed and offered him a bite of her food. While he was chewing, a football came hurling at him. He caught it, almost falling off of the bleachers in the process. Grimmy jogged over to him and put his hands out for Louis to throw it to him.

"Nice arm." He says, making Louis blush. He goes back to his drawing.

"So are you guys like boyfriends now or something?" Eleanor asks.

"No. Well, I don't know. He did say he loved me."

"What? No way, when did he say that?"

"When he stuck it in me. He said he wanted to stay inside of me forever... and I wanted him to."

~

Harry drives to Liam's work, ignoring the weird looks he gets from strangers on the streets.

"Don't you think that you should get that fixed?" Liam asks him.

"No. There's no reason to, I'm proud of who I am." He replies.

They drive a while longer, and when they're at a stoplight, Harry leans his head back and yells, "Faggot!" As loud as he can, causing Liam to laugh. They drive the rest of the way there, both of them shouting the fowl word at random times. They get to Liam's work and Harry drops him off their, heading to his own work.

~

Its Harry's turn to go up and present. He takes the clicker with him and faces his other workers as his picture comes up. The picture is of a man in tight shorts holding an energy drink of some sort.

A few minutes in, Harry asks for opinions. The older man sitting at the table puts his hand up and says, "Well, that male on there, don't you suppose it would draw more of a man's attention, instead of all different genders? It seems a bit too-"

"-gay?" Harry finishes for him. He shrugs his shoulders and looks at the two female clients.

"Ladies?" He says. One woman says, "I think it's a good catch." And the other says, "I don't mind it. It's actually pretty sexy."

And there's one more client. Its a younger man, who Harry notices has been stating at him the whole time he was presenting. He has a wedding ring on his finger, and Harry has seen him twitching it around and taking it on and off. He knows what that means.

"What about you?" Harry asks the man. He gulps and says, "It's alright...not that bad."

Harry winks at him and sits back down.

An hour later, all of the clients have presented and stated their arguments. Harry stays by the door with one of the female clients, Amber, and shakes everbody's hand as they walk out. The last person to go is the man with the ring. "Um...do you know where the bathroom is?" He asks Amber, but he's still looking at Harry. "It's right down the hall." She says. He nods and heads that way, glancing back once at Harry. "Who's that?" He asks Amber.