Sticks and Stones - A Larry Stylinson fanfiction [boyxboy]

Chapter Fifteen

This chapter is dedicated to Alivia_Starr for inspiring and motivating me to finally finish off this chapter. Thank you love :)

Sorry for the late late late update, I feel like an absolute twat and I'm kind of horrid... but we all go through things, and I'm still going through things so I'm really no exception.

But here is Chapter Fifteen, and please make me incredibly happy by reading, voting, commenting, fanning and most of all... loving Larry Stylinson!!!

P.S. Would ayone be interested in 1D bromance one shots??? this includes any and all of the bromances, not just my lovely little Larry, and I would take requests if given. If so, just tell me what you opinion on me doing this is.

xoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoooxxox Hailey

Louis’s P.O.V.

 

            “I wanna be drunk when I wake up,” I sang under my breath as I fixed my hair in the mirror one last time, sighing at the fact that the oh-so catchy song was still stuck in my head.

            I looked over my outfit and bit my lip. Suddenly the thought crept into my head, does this outfit look too gay? Why should it even matter… I’m not gay. I’m pretty sure I’m not. God… I should be entirely sure, but no, I’m just pretty sure. Because there’s always that creeping doubt. I’m not even sure why the thought occurred to me.

            To make things worse, it was just my usual outfit of choice. A pair of tan chinos rolled to the shins with a blue and white striped tee. I’d pulled on a grey cardigan and shrugged the sleeves up to my elbows and tossed on my grey beanie for added lazy effect.

            Normally I’d consider this outfit to make me look cheeky and dapper as ever. But after this morning’s prior events, all it turned out looking was gay. Gay and queer and blatantly homosexual. Hell, how do clothes even look gay?

            I sighed and glared at myself in the mirror. Maybe if I mess up my hair a little more I’ll look less gay…? I brought my shoulders up as I ran my fingers through my hair raucously, sending my perfectly styled locks everywhere. There. Messy.

            I frowned. Now I simply looked like a gay slob, or maybe someone who just had a steamy make-out session with his boyfriend. I glared even more. When my hair is neat I look gay. When it was messy I looked gay. I was just starting to come to the conclusion that maybe I just looked gay in general. Hell maybe I was gay… maybe that’s why I was trying so hard to cover it up.

            To be honest, I had been feeling a little…confused, as of late. I’ll admit the fact that for the better part of this morning, and occasional moments, I had been questioning my sexuality. I’d done a whole mental checklist and everything. Starting with the qualifiers.