I Am In Fact Gay (l.s.)

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"I'm Straight." Louis says in front of his mirror. He sighs deeply. He closes his eyes, picturing the man with green eyes, and these chestnut curls, perfect pink lips. Louis could only imagine what it would be like to get those lips back onto his.

"No, no. Bad Louis," He says, giving a warning to himself.

"I'm straight, not gay. I like girls not boys." He says. He stares at his blue orbs, looking at the lie.

His head still pounded from last night. Memories of last night flooded back into his mind.

He was at a party, celebrating a friends birthday. Louis was intoxicated with alcohol. The music roaring through the speakers. The bright lights illuminating the dark room. He was casually drinking his beverage when Harry had approached him. The taller lad had whispered a few words into his ear, and then he somehow ended up into some strangers bed with Harry. Louis had figured he had probably had sex with Harry since the room smelled of smoke and sex. Two scents that mix really well. Louis' bum also hurt so he guessed he bottom.

He splashed water on his face, trying to forget about that night. Louis and Harry had been friends for the longest time. Harry was openly bisexual (mostly gay though). They've kissed before, drunkenly and on a dare. Louis said he was just experimenting what it would be like with a boy.

Louis knew that he couldn't become gay. He knew that it would ruin his reputation of being a famous football player. He couldn't lose that. It was the second most important thing besides his friends and family.

Harry was a model. He loved being there, letting people admire him. He would do solo shoots, or ones where girls clung onto him as if he was the last croissant on the breakfast platter. He wished it was Louis who clung to him. Not those random models who wear a shit load of makeup and injected their body with fake shit.

Yes, Harry had feelings for Louis. He'd given slight hints to the boy, but Louis wouldn't notice. Harry had wished he had.

Louis decided he needed a walk to clear his head. He couldn't love a man. He had to love a woman.

He started jogging, trying to get Harry out of his head. Louis could remember the way his hands cascaded along Harry's back. The way their moans created a rhythm with the bed shaking. The way he whimpered desperately trying to get Harry to hit that good spot inside him.

Louis just screamed right then and there. He couldn't love Harry. It was like a burden.

He continued jogging along the sidewalk when a car approached him.

"Get in, mate. Liam's 'aving a party. Would really want ya there." His friend Niall said. Louis nodded and got in, hoping that a few drinks would clear his head. Niall had a grin on his face as he looked at Louis. He began driving off to Liam's place.

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"Louis. Niall!" Liam said welcoming both boys into house.

"You guys are just in time...we are playing seven minutes in heaven!" Liam beamed.

Louis didn't really care much. He saw a few girls there as well, and some other mates. But no signs of Harry which was a relief to Louis. He sat down in the circle with the rest of the people.

His other friend Zayn gave him a quick glance before turning his head. Liam spun the bottle that lay right in the middle of the circle. The empty beer bottle spun and spun, until it landed on Louis. Louis gulped a little bit. Zayn had gotten up, dimming the lights slightly.

"Someone's already in there waiting for you." Zayn said pointing to the nearby closet.

Louis rubbed his sweaty palms on his pants. He thought this might help her Harry off his mind. Maybe falling in love with the 'mysterious person'.

He got into the closet. (How ironic)

It was dark. He couldn't make out the person.

The person had gotten on the top of him, nipping at his neck. Louis let out a slight moan. His shirt was then lifted up. The person had licked over his chest, paying extra attention to his nipples.

"That feels so good." Louis moaned. He then felt for the persons face and bringing it up to his. Louis licked his lips and then snogging the hell out of the other person. The person let out a shaky moan, and shivered slightly.

"S'okay baby, I've got you." Louis said wrapping his arms around the person and letting their lips meet again. The person wrapped their legs around Louis waist, so they were sitting his lap.Their lips moved in the perfect sync. Louis begged for an entrance into the mouth. The person opened their mouth during the kiss. Louis' tongue explore the mouth. It tasted like strawberries. The person pulled at Louis' hair.

The person had pulled away when they felt a buzzing in their pants. That signaled that the seven minutes was almost up.

"Come back here, love." Louis said into the darkness.

Suddenly the door was opened. The light entered the small space, and Louis was the most worried look on his face when he saw who he was snogging.

"For a straight guy, you kiss a man pretty well." Harry said cheekily, leaving the closet. Leaving Louis all alone and flustered.