Lipstick || l.s

eight

Harry's POV

School just ended but I don't feel like going home yet. Niall and Louis are at football practice getting ready for their up and coming game and Liam and Zayn were nowhere to be seen. I think Liam went home or is probably flirting with Sophia in front of the school and Zayn could be at art club. Zayn didn't want to join art club but his teacher practically begged him to join. His teacher offered a recommendation letter for the university he wanted to attend later on and was increasing his grade by 5%. His teacher was really desperate for him to join the art club.

I was in the library waiting for Louis and Niall to finish soccer practice so Louis and I can walk home together. It's become an everyday thing now. We just feel much more comfortable walking together than alone. I even feel much more safer walking home with him than alone. That's why I don't mind waiting for Louis.

I was doing some math homework when I see Zayn walking into the library and taking a seat next me.

"Hey Zayn, I thought you'd be at art club," I said.

"I was, but then my teacher had to leave early so I chose to come down here," Zayn replied.

"Aww, Zaynie wants to keep me company!" I cooed joking around with him.

"That's true Harry, you're irresistible," Zayn said going along with my jokes. We both giggle loudly causing the librarian to walk up to us and tell us to be quiet.

"Harry, can I ask you something?" Zayn asked.

"Sure, you can ask me anything."

Zayn took a deep breath. I hope what he's telling me isn't so serious or life-threatening. "Promise not to tell anybody. Not even the boys."

"I won't say anything," I said reassuring him. Zayn took a deep breath.

"Harry, how did you know you were gay?" Zayn asked which I found a bit surprising on why he'd ask.

"Erm, I don't know. I guess I've always been a bit more feminine than most of the guys I've known. But I don't think I've realized I was gay until I was 12 or 13. I had a small crush on a boy in my class and it just went from there."

Zayn was staring at the table in front of him probably processing what I said to him.

"Were you ever scared? You know, because you're gay?" Zayn asked.

"I was for sure. But when I told my mum and sister and they accepted me. I felt a huge weight has been lifted off my chest. I mean, to be honest, I'm still scared. Not when I'm at home but when I'm out in public. But that's just me because I have issues."

Zayn nodded still staring at the table. Why is he asking me these questions?

"Harry, okay promise do not tell anybody what I'm about to tell you," Zayn whispered quietly.

"I promise," I whispered back.

"I think I'm gay... or bisexual. Well if anything I think I like boys," Zayn admits. I was a bit shocked. Not in a bad way because I'm so proud of Zayn for admitting. But I never thought Zayn would ever be interested in liking guys.

"There's nothing bad with liking boys Zayn. Im glad that you told me. Have you told anybody else?"

"No, I mean my parents would probably kill me if I told them I was gay. But I will probably tell them when I'm done university. So I'll be on my own at the time trying to look for a good job." Zayn explains which is sad that he thinks like that.

"You should tell them though. In the end, they are your parents and they love you a lot."

"I'll ask them how they feel about gay people and if they seem supportive enough, maybe I'll tell them sooner. They probably won't be happy with me though because I'm their only son."