Dream Writer (Sequel) » Larry AU

2: DISTRACTED

A/N: Let's dig deep into Louis' emotions and see what happens.

Louis,

"This is so embarrassing. I always get you hard! What's happened?"

Drew was practically weeping in front of me when I pulled up my dress pants and secured their belt. For some reason, he seemed to be more ashamed than me, which was questionable. The problem was that the second that I'd spotted the man of my dreams, every ounce of sexual desire for Drew had vanished like water running down a drain. We'd been trying for minutes, but apparently, there was no possible way of awakening Louis Jr. again.

"It's not your fault, buddy," I sighed, bottom slumping down on the closed toilet seat.

The boy instantly cradled my lap and hung his arms around my neck, fingers skimming over the hair on the back of my head. He was pouting excessively. "Are you not attracted to me anymore?"

To decline, I shook my head. "You're just as sexy as ever. This isn't about you. It was all on me."

A line appeared between his brows. "What does that even mean? How do you know it's not because of me? Maybe it's the coconut scent?" he guessed, looking down at himself. "Or my clothes?"

"No," I contradicted and put my hands over his cheeks to kiss his forehead. "I like the scent and I like your clothes. It wasn't about that." I gulped as the picture of Harry in his marine suit appeared in my head for what must've been the eightieth time. "Something happened and it wasn't your fault."

He pouted even more. "What do you mean something happened?"

Drew had no information whatsoever on my past love-life. I'd always struggled to restrain myself from telling people mine and Harry's entire love-story, but this guy was presumably the one person who hadn't heard a single detail about the matter. However, it was time to tell him, and since I knew there would be a strong reaction, I inhaled deeply to prepare myself.

"Did you see who exited the booth just before we went inside?" I asked, a little careful because I was sure he would know.

Drew's face lit up completely. "Jacob from Promises! Oh my God, do you watch the show?"

"You watch it?" I returned the question.

"Of course, I do! Everybody does!"

A soft chuckle puffed from my cheeks. "Well, I don't know how to phrase this without it sounding insane, but long story short, he is the love of my life."

Drew rolled his eyes. "Same. I saw my celebrity crush at a bar once, you know, Grant Gustin? Yeah, I tried to talk to him but he didn't understand what I was saying because I was stuttering so badly-"

"No," I interrupted him, sighing. "Drew. Harry Styles-Jacob from Promises-is not my celebrity crush." There was a pause where I gathered more air. "He's my ex boyfriend."

Drew's smirk reappeared. "Oh. You're that dedicated. Who's taken his place? Oh, I know! What's his name? That one who was in-"

"Jesus, Drew! This is not some kind of fantasy," I hissed. "It's pretty fucking real."

And so he began to blink in shock. "Ja-Jacob?" he stuttered out and I nodded confirmingly. "Jacob-from-Promises-Jacob?" Since I found it annoying when people would refer to him as the character, I rolled my eyes. Drew's jaw was hanging down. "He's gay?!"

My front teeth sunk down in bottom lip. "That's right."

"Hold on. What? Why haven't you told me about this before?!"