Best Friend's Brother

Chapter 14

 Chapter 14

Louis felt pretty sure that he was going through depression.

Sure, he had Harry (who had been a huge help), but he just couldn’t take his mind off of his father. He’d think about all the times they spent together and all their memories and he’d sob, because it hurt, terribly so. He couldn’t believe, couldn’t process, that he’d actually lost his father. And not because of death or anything like that, but because he no longer loved Louis now that he knew he was gay… 

How was that even remotely okay?

It’s not like Louis could help it. If he could, then maybe… maybe he’d be straight, just to make his dad like him; solely because of that reason. But then again, there was Harry, who was solely the reason Louis had no desire to be straight. If he was, he wouldn’t be able to give Harry blowjobs and admire all the moans and whimpers he made when he came and—

So dating Harry had a lot of advantages and Louis didn’t regret dating him, not really. What he regretted was going to the park that night where his dad just so happened to be, as well.

Louis learned that Anne was very, very nice. She made him tea in the morning and cooked him meals and was a little bit like his own mother, which was comforting. The only difference was that his own mother hadn’t so much as called, so she probably didn’t care about him, either. Perhaps his father had convinced Jay that Louis was a freak because he liked Harry. Sue him.

“Lou, stop frowning, babe. You’re going to have wrinkles by the time you’re twenty.”

Harry’s voice brought Louis out of his thoughts, and he looked at his surroundings, taking in the fact that he appeared to be at a coffee shop. His frappé was now melted and runny. 

“Sorry, I was thinking.”

Always fucking thinking, Louis thought to himself. Oh, what do you know; he was thinking again!

“About you-know-who?” asked Harry, a sympathetic smile working its way onto his face. He knew how badly Louis felt about the whole situation.

“Isn’t it always about him?” Louis remarked softly, taking a sip from his now watery drink and sighing. He paused before asking the next question. “Have you—have you spoken with Liam at all? I know I’ve kind of been taking up most of your time…”

Louis would’ve been embarrassed that he had been so desperately clingy these last few days (and Louis didn’t cling, per say. Not usually), had it not been for the fact that he couldn’t help it. He needed comfort and love, two things Harry was eager to give.

“Uh, yeah, actually…” Louis inched forward in his chair. He wanted to hear this. “Mostly just about inside jokes and sports, though. Not about, um, everything else that happened. Sorry.”

Louis ran a hand through his hair. He wanted to cry. He’d only cried once or twice, but that’s not to say he hadn’t wanted to. His whole family had basically shunned him off. Louis wasn’t worried about Liam, because there was no way he was a homophobe; he loved Harry and he loved Louis. The topic was probably just a little awkward for him, so he hadn’t brought it up. He also wasn’t worried about Lottie and Felicity. They would love him no matter what, and they actually liked him and Harry together.