I Am In Fact Gay (l.s.)

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Louis was petrified. His hands shook, and sweat glistened on his forehead.
"Mate," zayn said with a hand on his shoulder. "you alright?"

"M'fine." Louis sternly said. Louis tried getting up but failed. It was as if his legs were like jello. Zayn wrapped an arm around his waist, helping him up.

"I got it!" Louis yelled, and zayn stepped back.

"M'sorry." Louis whispered. He managed to get himself up, and he ended up lying down on the sofa.

"Mate, you look like you've seen a ghost!" Niall chuckled. Louis then scolded at the Irish lad.

Louis laid down on the sofa, throwing his head back. He didn't know what was worse; the fact that he kissed harry- a boy- or that he enjoyed it. Louis looked around for harry just incase. He sighed when he saw the curly haired lad was nowhere to be found.

A brunette hair girl sat next to him, offering him water. He looked at her for a while, and then she smiled.

"Take this," she said offering the water. He nodded slowly, taking the water from her bony hand.

She showed another smile. She then wrapped her long skinny arms around him. Louis have a disgusted look.

"Oh," she said. "I'm Eleanor."

"Louis."

"If you don't mind me asking, are you gay?" Eleanor asked.

" course not," Louis said. "Why'd you ask?"

"Just wonderin' " she grinned.

Louis thought Eleanor was a sweet girl, but he wasn't interested in her. Eleanor then snuggle into him.

"She's too clingy." He thought. Louis then turned his attention to the Telly. Harry was on there. Well not technically, but it was a picture from one of his recent modelings. He had this twig held onto him, while he looked straight in the camera.

"What was her name Nadia, Natalie, Natasha, maybe Naomi? Something with an N." Louis thought.

His attention returned back to the television when dating rumours appeared on the screen.

"Are harry styles and Nadine leopold dating?" The Telly said.

"Of course not, he's gay." Louis said to himself under his breath.

"What was that?" Eleanor asked.

"Nothing." He said, and Eleanor tightened her grip on waist. Louis wanted her to stop touching him, he wasn't a very touchy person.

He was lost in his own thoughts until his phone screen buzzed. It was a twitter notification from Harry.

"Hanging out with the lovely nick grimshaw. He's such a hunk. Xx ;)"

Louis blood boiled, he didn't know why though. But he felt a pang of jealousy when the thought of nick and harry in the same bed together crossed his mind.

"I have to go," louis muttered.

"Let me come with you!" Eleanor beamed.

"Stay." Louis barked.

Eleanor squeaked and sunk back into the couch.

Louis waved a sarcastic goodbye, before slamming the door. He needed to get away. Away from his friends, away from harry. Everywhere he went, harry always found a way to get into Louis' mind.

Louis ran towards the underground, trying to go to the airport.

**

"Next flight for Paris leaves in 10 minutes." The speaker said.

Louis clutched onto his flight ticket, before getting onto the plane, that would take him away from his worries. Or specifically, Harry.