Summer's Kiss (Larry Stylinson)

Summer's Kiss ; Chapter 15

"You're gay huh?" Louis smirked. My heart skipped a beat, before picking up it's pace rapidly. I blinked repeatedly, regaining my composure with every blink.

"Are your eyes having a spasm?" Louis sniggered, as I continued blinking finding comfort in it for some peculiar reason.

"Ugh, I knew I shouldn't have told you of all people." I growled, anger now starting to get the better of me what with Louis' cocky demeanour. Straightening my shirt, my legs galvanised into action, stalking off in the direction of the door. When two pair of arms shot out grabbing hold of my waist, pulling me towards its origin. I squirmed as Louis' grip on me tightened, and my squirming became more apparent when his baby blue orbs met my own eyes.

"You know I was just kidding." Louis nudged me playfully, letting me go. I rolled my eyes at him, my nose scrounged up, my stance firm.

"Sure you were." I spat, my words laced with sarcasm.

"Haz, what do you want me to say? I'm sorry okay?" He pleaded. I flicked my gaze over to his, and as soon as his stare locked onto mine, I was goner. My heart began to crumble, my once firm stance beginning to falter too. I sighed, a quirky smile plucking at the corner of my lips. By then, he knew he all was forgiven, and he shot me back his extravagant crooked smile.

"So you want to hit the pool?" Louis suggested. I cocked my eye brow to the side, he wasn't going to comment about my sexuality? Wow, what was with everyone? Aren't they supposed to have a massive reaction?

"Erm...Sure?" I agreed apprehensively, my mind still boggled by the fact that he wasn't the slightest bit interested about the whole me being gay.

"Haz?" Louis' voice disrupted my trail of thoughts, and I stared blankly at him.

"What's bothering you?" He urged, just as I was about to flatly deny nothing was wrong, his hands motioned to my feet. A quizzical look crept upon my face, my confusion evident.

"You said you wanted to go swimming about three mintues ago, but you've been standing on the same spot." Louis elaborated, stifling a laugh. My gaze unconsciously dropped to my feet, and realised I had indeed stood rooted to the ground for three minutes. Damn it! Traitorous body.

"You're not going to judge me?" I whispered, not trusting myself to speak. I chose my words carefully, ensuring I wouldn't stir up a lash out from him but by the structure of that sentence, you and I both know that it failed miserably.

"Friends don't judge each other." Louis stated, sincerely. My eyes widened, my body immersed in utmost shock. Louis didn't give a hoot about my sexuality. Again, I was torn about how to feel about that. What was wrong with me?

"Haz, calm the hell down!" I was greeted by Louis' hollering, as he grabbed onto both my hands in an attempt to calm me down. For some weird reason, my breathing increased, but I managed to pry my mouth open to speak.

"You really don't mind me being gay?" I breathed.

"Nope." Louis claimed, his confidence overwhelming me. He paused for a brief second before a smirk plastered across his face. "Haz, why are you so concerned huh? You know unless you're attracted to me. Who can resist my devilishly good looks anyway?" Louis teased.

"Shut up, Tomlinson." I snorted, letting a chuckle escape my lips. Maybe I could get used to  this. The whole being gay, and not being judged for it. I liked this feeling way too much than I should, but in this moment my mind wasn't bubbled by the negative thoughts, it only wanted to relish in this moment. As I swiveled my head around, I found Louis' face a few centimetres away from mine. My heart drummed against my chest, and immediately I  tried to recompose myself, I hated how my body reacted to Louis whenever he was this close. It scared the crap out of me.