Louis
Sometimes I wish our fans understood my situation a little better. When your sexuality is constantly being questioned, especially in reference to one of your best friends, by your own apparent supporters then you’re forced to do things you usually wouldn’t.
I’ve been with Eleanor for a few years now and I would be lying if I said I didn’t at one point love her. I was looking forward to building a life with her, until I realised that I didn’t feel the same way as I used too. In the real world this is the part where you would break things off, but it wasn’t as simple for me.
Obviously I’m still with her, and she really has no idea that my feelings have changed – at least I think for the most part she hasn’t. I just got super paranoid that if I broke up with her the fans would all jump to conclusions and I wasn’t ready for that kind of scrutiny.
It was tearing me apart inside because I still cared about Eleanor as a person and I wouldn’t want to hurt her yet here I was leading her on. I’m a little ashamed to admit I’m terrified, not of being alone, but of what everyone is going to assume about Harry and myself.
I don’t get what’s so hard about believing me when I say that I’m not gay and in love with my best friend. I wish my fans saw me as the strong person that I am because if I was truly gay why wouldn’t I be open and honest about that?
Naks
We’d spent quite a while hanging out with the boys after the concert. We didn’t even actually do anything in particular, we just hung out. I think the boys really needed that though; it would be hard to not be able to go out whenever you wanted and just be in the world, and it was nice to be a part of that.
The only partly sucky thing about the night was Niall kept trying to get me to leave with him. I don’t think he was trying to get in my pants or anything – although who could blame him – but I was just getting a weird feeling. If Zayn and Katelyn hadn’t have left when they did then I was worried I was going to have to tell him I wasn’t interested, and I really didn’t want to have to humiliate him like that.
I mean how was it not obvious to him that I was into Louis? I’m well aware that Louis is with Eleanor and I would never step be the person that would make Louis cheat on her, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to ignore how I feel. On the contrary I’m going to be his friend, and just see if anything happens, and if it doesn’t oh well?
Later on in the night:
Zayn
“Fair warning Katelyn, I have a bit of a problem with giving up control.”
“Lucky for you dominance turns me on.”
I wrapped my arms around her body, squeezing her with as much force without hurting her. A bonus to having slightly longer hair than I used to is what Katelyn’s doing to me right now – running her fingers through it and tugging gently before resting her hands around my neck.
Her lips tasted like mint, and I found myself instantly nibbling and tugging on her lower lip. I wanted to be the one that made the first moves, progressing the night along to the next step each time.
I slowly pushed Katelyn backwards towards where my bed was, continuing to deepen our kisses. I placed my hands on her hips which made her moan a little, so I pressed harder and made her moan even more.
Katelyn
There were a lot of things I was self-conscious about; the amount of noise I made in the bedroom was one of those things. It wasn’t something I could control, and believe me when I say that I’ve tried.
Tonight was especially difficult for me to tone down my reactions. Zayn seemed to pick up every little twitch my body made and he knew how to amplify those sensations. A part of me deep down inside felt like I was going to go insane if he drew things out for too long.
I liked to think I was good at sexual teasing, but Zayn was better. The way he slowly ran his fingers up and down my arms before he finally grabbed the ends of my shirt and brought it up over my head. His touch was gentle but it was there, boy was it there.
And the way that he could tell I was a little uncomfortable being the only one gradually getting naked, so he evened the playing field.
Zayn
Katelyn was obviously getting impatient; it brought a smirk to my lips every time her body reacted intensely enough. It made me arrogantly happy to know that I was the cause of her pleasure.
“Zayn come on… please.”
“Not yet sweetie, not yet.”
I wanted to draw it out for as long as possible. I wanted to savour every moment, and I wanted her too as well. That’s why I took my time kissing down her body and back up again, spending extra time to make sure I left conveniently placed marks so she’d have another reminder.
I wasn’t entirely without marks either; she was pressing her fingernails into me every chance she got and I was revelling in it a little more than I should have. In those moments I lost control and I just went for it, and she was amazing.
Katelyn
The friction our bodies were creating was possibly the best experience of my life. Every small movement that he made brought me closer to the edge. I really wasn’t sure how much longer I would last.
As dramatic as that sounds it’s the absolute truth. It’s like he timed every thrust he made to hit my g-spot just as I was coming down from the last time he made contact. And I could tell that he was being affected too; his breathing was getting faster and heavier by the second.
I felt my back involuntarily arching almost constantly and I could almost feel the screams in the back of my throat. He came first but he kept thrusting even though his aim was getting sloppy; it was obvious he was determined to have me finish as well.
It didn’t take me that much longer after he was done, and it was the best kind of satisfaction.
