More Than a Best Friend

Chapter Seven

They kissed.

The thought wouldn’t leave either of the boys’ minds. They didn’t just kiss, they were making out and hands trailed everywhere and love bites were left along their necks. And it wasn’t just that. They did it full of desperation, the kisses were desperate and strong, the bites were needy and hungry, the groping was harsh and they held each other like they never wanted to let go. That was the case because all of this meant much more to the two than just hooking up at a party after one too many drinks.

Harry kissed Louis and Louis kissed Harry. They weren’t sure how did they come to the point, or who even started it, who made the first move towards it and what was the other one thinking at the moment.

All they knew was they both pushed and they both pulled and it worked. And it scared them just a bit.

The next morning, Harry just hoped Louis remembered it. All of it, unlike their first kiss. Though, he wasn’t quite sure was that one just a haze in Louis’ memory, or did Louis actually remembered it, just chose to dismiss it because Harry might’ve not remembered it or for whatever other reason that Lou had in mind. They were drunk, but they weren’t as drunk this time, and Harry had high hopes.

The hangover didn’t bother him as much as he thought it would, and he was rather cheerful in the morning. Too much cheerful for his mum not to notice.

Anne never intruded into her son’s privacy. She did as much as she thought she needed. They were always close, and she was a great mum, and Harry told her pretty much everything. Or at least that’s what she thought. There were two main things he didn’t tell her, however. Those two main things that no one actually knew, aside from those who he wanted to know or those who he was way too close with not to tell. One, he was messed up, and he self-harmed and that was between him and Louis, at least this period now. It was still a rather big question how did he manage to pass through it when everyone found out and his mum didn’t. At one point, he just wanted to tell her, but then concluded that would be a bad idea and somehow then he thought he could figure a way out of it on his own. Turns out he was in way too deep to be able to do so. Now, he had Louis and things were working out, so she never had to know. And the second thing was his sexuality and he was figuring out how exactly to announce it, that one she had to know, because that was him, no matter what she thought about it. And with Louis around, he wasn’t sure he was able to keep it a secret that much longer.

“Harry, is everything alright, you’re acting weird for someone who should be supporting a massive hangover?”, Anne was well aware of the state he came in last night, he tried to hide it, or hoped he’ll hide it, however slamming into the doorway while trying to say goodnight and sneaking off to bed gave him away.

Harry smiled. “My head hurts, but I’m fine.”, he smiled all the way through the sentence.

“You seem more than fine.”, Anne muttered a comment, she wasn’t exactly asking Harry to elaborate his bright mood, she was glad he was happy, especially since he seemed a bit less than happy usually, but she was curious. “What’s gotten into you?”

Louis’ tongue. He wasn’t going to say that, but it was his first guess. He was like this because of Louis and what happened last night. “I just, I’m in love with someone and it’s going good.”, he was quite certain that it was the hangover talking and he would’ve find a smarter way to get out of that question if his head wasn’t pounding.

Anne, however, returned a wide smile. “May I ask further information?”

“Mum, I wanted to tell you something, actually.”, Harry’s voice was calm and he thought there was a better time for this, but he didn’t exactly mind telling her right now. Anne just nodded. “I’m bisexual. And I’m fairly certain I’m in love with –”