Secret Love (Boyxboy) (l.s)

Preface

LOUIS:

APRIL 1, 2010

It's Monday. Mum is making me go to the support group held by the pastor of some church she demands I attend. What I did wasn't so horrible, I think it was just a shock to her that I, Louis Tomlinson, had it in me to do something wrong.

Mum is overprotective, to say the least. My dad left us when I was young, sending checks monthly to keep us afloat, and along with mum's job as a lawyer, I'd say it's working quite well. I've never really had a girlfriend, or a boyfriend so I haven't realty considered myself straight or gay. But it really doesn't make a difference. No one likes little 17 year old goody two shoes Louis. I think that's why I did what I did. To show them I could be more than what they expected. But here I am. Churching it up.

I walk into the building and sit down in the first chair I see. They're all in a circle so I figure one is as bad as the next. The room is pretty much full, and the last boy walks in. He's much taller than I am, towering over most of everyone. His emerald eyes pierce through everything in the room, landing on the last empty seat. His arms are covered in tattoos of varying sorts and they extend would his neck, leaving your eyes on his lip and eyebrow rings. His slender fingers reach up into his mess of chestnut shoulder-length ringlets, and reappear moments later. The support group leader, Mark, starts the group session off by asking everyone their names and how they're feeling. When it's my turn, I stand and say,

"Hi, I'm Louis Tomlinson."

"And How are you feeling?" Mark asks.

"Fine, I suppose."

People continue to recite their names and "feelings". I learn that the boy covered in mite bites is named Alfred and he's feeling itchy. The girl with the long hair is Hanna and she feels like this is stupid. And then it's his turn.

"I'm Harry Styles, and I think this is the stupidest fucking thing ever, so I feel like shit for sitting in here with a bunch of pussies talk about their shitty lives," he spurts, then sits down.

His voice is so raspy, so deep compared to mine, and his language surprises me.

"Well, I'm sorry you feel that way," Mark says. Of course.

Once we're dismissed, I run to the men's room. After washing my hands, I turn to walk out and run into someone. Him.

"Oops!" I say looking up into his eyes.

I expect him to cuss at me, to yell and scream for even touching him but he surprises me by saying, "Hi."

A/N Hey guys!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS LARRY FANFIC SO FAR!! I HAVE PLANS SO HANG IN THERE AND PLAN ON THIS BEING INCREDIBLY SWEET AND NAUGHTY SO RATED R AND READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. ALSO, THAT PICTURE IS WHAT LOUIS LOOKS LIKE IN THIS AND HARRY LOOKS AS HE DOES CURRENTLY ONLY TATTOOS AND PIERCINGS.THANKS FOR READING!!!

-A