One Direction BoyxBoy One Shots

LARRY

Music was boomed loudly through the dark club. The noise was overwhelming, but all the drunken teenagers didn't mind. Bright fluorescent lights flashed and small lasers shone and pointed at everybody. Once in a while the DJ would yell out in excitement. Everyone was smiling and dancing and hooking up, and they all seemed to be having a great time. All and all, this was a pretty great club.

A young man sat at the bar, not having as much fun as everyone else. He was just watching. Wishing he could be one of the happy couples there. Taking another sip of his sixth beer, he muttered to himself about his sorrows. He was definiatly not a happy drunk.

"Louis!" yelled one of his friends, Niall, who was walking over to his mate at the bar. "You okay mate?" he asked and Louis nodded slowly. "Harry's off in the bathroom with some girl again," Niall said, laughing.

Louis did not find this funny. Every time he found out that Harry was doing things with another girl, a sharp pain shot through his chest.

He loved him.

He loved Harry.

He loved his deep green eyes, that he could just stare into forever. His dark thick curls, which he would absolutely love to run his fingers through. His mouth and that cheesy grin that went perfectly with his face. And he loved his lips. The lips that he wanted to kiss oh so much. The lips that Harry would lick after he finished a meal. The lips that had the perfect colour, a soft pink colour.

Instead, another girl was on those lips. It hurt him to think about it. It hurt him to think that he would never be with him because Harry was straight. It hurt him to even be there. That is why Louis was drinking.

The bathroom was stuffy and full of other couples, who didn't even know each other. They were all doing the same as them. Harry was leaning on a wall with the girl nipping and sucking his neck.

He wasn't enjoying this. He never did. He just had to deal with it because he would never be able to be with his love, his best friend Louis. He missed him. But these girls seem to fill a gap in his heart, like they would pull him out of loving Louis. They never did.

He wanted to kiss his perfect lips and run his hands through his hair. The things he would do to that body. If he ever got the chance, anyway.

The girl started unbuttoning his shirt. No. He couldn't do this. He smacked her hand away, and she gave him an angry look. But he didn't exactly care. All he needed to do was tell Louis how he felt. He didn't care that Louis was straight. He would ask anyway, and at least it would be off hid mind.

Sitting up and walking out of the bathroom leaving the girl behind, he looked around for Louis. His eyes rested upon his bum and he smiled. He really liked Louis' bum.

Louis was leaving. Louis was feeling terrible. He should just end this all. In one swift movement, he could just die. He wouldn't love Harry anymore. He guessed Harry wouldn't really care that Louis had gone, either.

Harry saw Louis leave, and by his stance he could see that he was drunk. He followed him out the door, but Louis wasn't leaving the building. Instead, he went upstairs to the roof. Harry continued to follow him to the roof and saw Louis standing on the edge of the building.

Louis was ready. He could feel the wind rustling through his hair, and he could see the cars below him. He could see everything from up here, this was a very tall building.

"Louis! Lou! What the hell are you doing?!" Harry yelled. He couldn't live without Louis. He just turned his head and smiled at him, but didn't get down.

"Bye Harry."

"No!" Harry ran towards him and pulled him off the edge. "What were you thinking?!" he yelled, a lump in his throat from fear. Louis looked him in the eyes. Blue meeting green. Sadness meeting fear.

In a single moment Louis had placed his lips on Harry's and kissed him. Harry went with it, relived that his friend felt the same way.

Louis loved this kiss. He never wanted it to end. It was so unexpected and he hadn't even thought about it. He could feel Harrys hands tangle in his hair. This was very different from kissing a girl. Biting Harrys lip he asked for entrance and Harry accepted imediately. As there tongues played with each other they slowly pulled away, smiling at each other.

"I love you Louis." 

"I love you Harry."