Simply Love [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

 

Louis

 

October 15, 2013

 

There is only one thing I feel appropriate in asking Harry out of all the things that run through my mind. That is, strangely, can I kiss you? That gives a vague idea of how extreme the thoughts circling through my brain are.  

Instead, I figure I could ask him something a little subtler.

“H?” I question, not turning my attention away from the road. He hums in reply, so I go on. “What are your thoughts on, like, gay rights? I mean, you know, are you a homophobe or anything?” It’s something we’ve never discussed; I’ve been too cowardly to bring it up in worry that he, or any of the other boys, won’t be okay with even the idea of it.

“What? You mean what I think about, uh, gays?” He questions, and my breath hitches. Crap, he’s going to be disgusted.

“Yeah,” I clarify, so he continues.

“Of course they’re fine. Love is love, and who am I to stop that? As far as I’m concerned, they can love whom they want to and have my full support. There’s nothing wrong with being gay, it’s not a choice, I’m sure.”  I let out an audible breath and relax my arms that were tautly positioned, gripping the wheel. “What about you?”

“Oh, yeah. I mean, I won’t go campaign about it, but they’re not in the wrong.” I reply indifferently, pretending that it doesn’t get my heart racing. “Ha, what would your reaction be if I told you I was gay?” I pretend to joke, but it’s more serious than I’ll ever admit.

“I’d slap you for messing with me.” He puts simply, and I chuckle awkwardly. I’m not messing with you! I want to scream, but I can’t. Well, I can, but I won’t.

My plan was to drop Harry off and go home to tell Eleanor the deal, but Harry invites me inside. Really, who am I to deny that?

“Come on in, help me pack or something.” He grins at me, and I raise my eyebrows.

“Me, pack?” I reply disbelievingly.

“I take that back. Just come in, we haven’t been hanging out that much, just me and you.” Harry changes his mind, and I laugh with a shake of my head.

“Sure.” Harry holds the door open for me, so I slip inside. Maybe, just maybe, my hand brushes his stomach, but if anyone asks I won’t admit it.