Harry's POV
"Harry," he mumbled, "I'm ready to talk."
I was speechless. Liam was ready to talk? He sounded so nervous and worried that I was almost afraid of what he was going to tell me. Was he going to bash Louis and I more for our love, although he didn't know our love was real yet? Thoughts were swirling around my head and suddenly I heard a loud sigh on the other end of the line.
"Harry?" He asked, quietly.
"R-really?" I stammered.
"Y-yeah," he said.
"Great," I smiled, "do you want to come over? Louis is here too, is that okay?"
"It's fine," he sighed, "I'll be over soon."
"Okay," I said, "I'll see you later."
I put the phone down and walked into the kitchen. I smiled as I saw Louis and wrapped my arms around him. I kissed his ear and he let out a soft moan. He turned to capture my lips in a kiss, but I stepped backwards.
"Did I do something wrong, love?" He frowned.
"Not at all," I smiled, "it's just I don't want to start something we can't finish."
"Why couldn't we finish it?"
"Because I just got a call from Liam. He said he's ready to talk and he's on his way over."
"Wonderful," Louis smiled, "we should probably have breakfast ready for everyone."
I nodded and Louis and I set to work making eggs and bacon. Of course we had to restart the bacon after Louis somehow managed to burn it. I laughed as Louis frowned over the burnt bacon. He really didn't know how to cook and I thought it was adorable. Once we finished breakfast we put all our food on our coffee table, along with some tea, and turned the tv on. Not even a moment later the doorbell rang. I let out a nervous breath and went to answer the door. This is it, I'm about to find out what's wrong with Liam. I opened the door and Liam gave me a nervous smile.
"Hey," I mumbled, "come on in. We have breakfast on the coffee table."
"T-thanks," he said.
"No problem," smiled, "I'm just happy you're ready to talk."
We sat at the coffee table and enjoyed our breakfast. We kept the conversation light at first, not wanting to ruin breakfast. We talked about all of our funny moments on tour. The time Louis' shirt popped open, the multiple times we had bras thrown at us, and when the boys decided to rip my shirt open. We laughed and joked, but eventually we finished our breakfast. I put the plates in the kitchen and walked back into the living room. I sat down, nervously, and waited for Liam to begin.
"So, um, I suppose I've been a little prejudiced lately," ha started, "and I believe you guys deserve an explanation."
"Yeah," I muttered, "I believe we do to."
"Well, you should know that I'm really not against gay couple," he said.
"Could've fooled me," Louis sighed.
"I know," Liam said, "and I'm sorry. I just... I don't know. By the way I know you two are together, for real."
"H-how did you know?" I asked.
"Come on," Liam rolled his eyes, "it's so obvious. The way you look at each other, hug, and kiss. Love just radiates off of you."
"And are you okay with us?" Louis asked, "Or do you hate us now?"
"I would never hate you," Liam said, "if I did I would be a huge hypocrite."
He had whispered the last part, but Louis and I heard him. Our eyes widened in shock. He didn't mean? No, he couldn't be.
