We sat on the couch in Lou's house, Zayn had wandered off talkin to one of lou's friends.Harry sat beside me his leg pressed to mine, it was like a burning feeling radiating through my body. "How's your wrist holding up?"
"Great! Doesn't hurt one bit." He smiles and starts to say something but a guy walks up and greets him before sitting in front of us on the coffee table. "Sup Harry."
"Hey man."
"I haven't seen you in a while."
"Yeah it's been a long time." He looked at me, "Sorry excuse my manners. I'm Liam, you must be Harry's boyfriend." Boyfriend.
"No, this is Louis were just friends." He nods.
"Sorry mate, I never know." I just sit there , Boyfriend. Liam talks a little longer and then says bye and walks away. Harry looks over at me and kind of hesitates.
"Sorry bout that." He runs his hand through his hair. I couldn't say anything, "look if you don't want to hang out anymore that's cool." I looked at him.
"No, No. I just didn't know you were-"
"Yeah. It's okay you can say it." That's the problem I couldn't say it, I couldn't bring my lips to say the one word I had been avoiding for the past couple months. "Louis I promise it won't let make me think any less of you if you're uncomfortable."
"No it's not that." He looks at me, " I'm-" confused, gay, straight, bi .
"Surprised."
"Yeah."
For the rest of the night I just sat beside him still and quiet. Then when it was time for everyone to leave we both stand. "Thanks for coming mate." He said patting my shoulder and walking away.
"H-" he was out of ear shot and was gone before I could say something, anything.
Zayn walked up and then we left together,as we walked down the street s of London I've never felt worse. "What's wrong Lou?"
"It's nothing."
I got home and quickly called the only number I had, " I need to make an appointment to see Harry styles, the names Louis tomlinson."

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The Parlour {LS//AU}
FanfictionOn a street in London hidden between two tall buildings sat a tattoo shop. 'The Parlour' was written in lights bringing in passer byers from the autumn air. In the back of the shop sits a tall boy with long curly hair and emerald green eyes; a boy w...