(above is a picture of Kendall, thoughts on him?)
At the sudden loud bang of the bedroom door, Harry and Kendall jumped away from each other, snapping their gazes towards the door. The boys' chests were puffing up and down rapidly from their passionate snog, also from being scared from the loud sound.
"What was that?" Kendall asked, confusion clear in his voice. He thought it was just him and Harry in the house. The other's were out since he last heard.
Harry sighed softly, looking back down at his boyfriend. "It must just be Louis."
Louis. Kendall had heard of that name several times when he was talking to Harry. Harry always had a new thing to tell him about the boy, and it made him a little suspicious and sometimes nervous. He doesn't personally know Louis, but he didn't want him taking his Harry away from him.
"Why does he need to see you at almost midnight?" Kendall raised a brow.
Harry shrugged, straightening out his shirt a little after it had been crumpled from being pressed against Kendall's body. "I don't know. Maybe he was just bored. He probably didn't realize you were still here." He tugged his lower lip with his teeth, sighing as he moved off from above Kendall and stood up. "I think you should probably go. It's late.." Harry looked at him sadly.
Inside, he was freaking out, all that he was thinking about was how Louis reacted to them.
Kendall nodded, sliding off the bed and taking Harry's hand, the two walking down to the front door. Before they opened the door, Kendall stopped Harry from doing so, taking his hands in his lager ones. Harry looked up at his boyfriend, Kendall being taller than him, looking into his hazel eyes.
"Have you.. told him about us?" Kendall questioned. Harry shook his head a little. "Have you told him that you're gay?" Harry looked down, shaking his head again.
"No, I haven't yet... I-I was waiting for the right time to tell him, so I knew that he was fully okay with it or not. But, it didn't exactly turn out as planned."
For a moment it was silent, until Kendall spoke up again. "Are you.. ashamed to tell him about us?"
Harry immediately brought his gaze back up to Kendall's face with wide eyes. "Of course not!" To prove his words, he leaned up and caught his lips with the taller mans'. His hands cupped Kendall's jaw, while Kendall wrapped his arms around Harry's waist. "I love you. You know that."
A smile appeared on Kendall's face, it wasn't the same amazing smile Louis had with the crinkles by his eyes. Wait, why was he comparing smiles?
"I love you too, babe." He pressed a quick kiss to Harry's nose. "I'll text you tomorrow, yeah."
With a final kiss goodbye, Kendall left the house, Harry closing the door behind him. When he heard the lock click, he shut his eyes tight, turning so that his back was pressed to the door, sinking down to the floor. His hands gripped at his curls, sighing heavily.
Harry looked up to the stair case. He swore he heard the sound of foot steps at the top of the stair case, but it was probably just his head messing with him.
Around thirty minutes later, Niall, Liam and Zayn were back at the house, rubbing at their eyes and letting out yawns.
"I'm heading off to bed. Night lads." Liam mumbled tiredly.
"Same here. Night Li. Goodnight Nialler." Zayn waved to the boys before walking sluggishly off to his room.
Niall yawned, stretching out his arms. He was definitely sleepy after a fun night, but he decided to see if Louis was still awake and find out what he did the whole time he was gone.
When he stood outside of Louis' bedroom door, there was no light shining underneath the door, so he made sure he was quiet enough not to accidentally wake the boy if he was asleep. He turned the knob and popped his head inside. It was completely dark inside, but Niall could make out Louis tucked under his covers. He was about to close the door again to leave the boy to sleep, until he heard soft sobs throughout the room.
Niall's brows furrowed, fully stepping into the room and carefully shutting the door behind him. He took out his phone, turning it on so that there was a little bit of light to see. "Lou?"
Louis jumped at the sound of the Irish voice, looking behind him to see Niall standing there with a worried expression clear in his features. The moment Niall realized Louis' puffy red eyes, tear stained cheeks and quivering lip, he was rushing across the room and sitting next to Louis. Niall wrapped his arms around his best friend, pulling his body up so that he was curled into his own.
"Lou? What's wrong?" Niall's words only caused Louis' sobs to increase, the boy hiding his face in the blonde's neck, his hand having a grip on Niall's shirt.
The blue-eyed boy repetitively shook his head, biting down on his lower lip to try and hold in his cries.
"I-It's st-stupid..." Louis choked out.
Niall ran his fingers through the boy's chestnut coloured hair, holding him close to his chest. "It can't be a stupid reason if you're crying like this. Shh... calm down Lou. Tell me."
Louis sniffled. He didn't want to mention the hurtful tweets. He didn't really want a lecture about how he shouldn't read them or listen to them right now. But he knew he could trust Niall not to judge him with his other problem.
"I-I thought that m-maybe he l-liked me.." Louis mumbled, but Niall could understand.
The blonde's brows met in confusion. "You mean Harry?"
"Well, honestly it's obvious that he does Lou."
Louis shook his head this time. "Ha-Har..." He took a small gulp. "Harry has a.. b-boyfriend.." He said barely audible.
At the boy's words, Niall's hand stopped running through Louis' hair and he looked down at his friend, trying his best to hide the shock in his face. Louis continued on.
"I-I was bored," He lied, "and I went to Ha-Harry's room. I knocked b-but no one answered, but I entered anyway. A-And..." He sucked in a deep breath, "He was on his bed.. k-kissing Kendall."
Niall's shocked look softened into a sad one, rubbing at Louis' arm, pulling him closer. He didn't find it a stupid reason to cry, because Niall knew just how much Harry meant to the boy. Before they were in the band -and still now- if Niall wasn't there, Harry was Louis' happiness. Harry had Louis' heart even though the boy didn't know him. If Louis was down, a photo of Harry's smile was all that would be needed to brighten him up again. It was actually quite fascinating how much Harry meant to the older boy.
Sometimes it's too much. Like when Harry is in pain, sad or is hurt, Louis would hurt too. And not just emotionally.
Niall's eyes widened, carefully, but rapidly checking his best friends wrist for any damage to the precious skin there. There was none... just the faded marks from months or years ago. Niall sighed in relief.
Of course, Harry wasn't the only reason Louis would dare to hurt himself in such a way. But sadly, in the past people have judged Louis' taste in a certain band, his attire, his sexuality. Everything that makes Louis Tomlinson.
Luckily the boy hasn't hurt himself that many times before, but it always scared Niall every time he would find Louis sitting on the bathroom floor, telling the damaged wrist that would be held in his hand to "stop" or to "make the pain go away".
Niall never wanted that to happen to Louis ever again.
It must hurt to go through what Louis was, especially since Harry seemed to be giving off random signs of maybe having an interest in the boy. It all confused Niall now. Was Harry leading his best friend on? Did Harry even realize Louis' feelings towards him?
All Niall could do right now was hold the trembling boy tight in his warm embrace until he drifted off into a soundless slumber.
The football flew into the goal, Louis walking up to it, picking it up and standing in front of the goal again. He placed the ball down on the grass, slight patches of snow was scattered over the turf, lining up his shot as he once again kicked the black and white ball into the goal.
Louis had been in the backyard, doing this for the past half an hour, letting his mind wonder over random thoughts. But it always seemed to process back to what he witnessed last night with Harry and Kendall. Honestly, it hasn't stopped rattling his brain all day.
When he kicked the ball this time, it missed the goal completely. At that he gave up, sighing, a puff of fog forming from his breath from the freezing air. He sat down at the goal, leaning his back against the frame. He leaned his head back on the cold pole, closing his eyes.
Louis opened his eyes once again at the voice, seeing Harry standing in front of him with his hands deep in his jumper pockets, a thick beanie covering most of his curls with the exception of the few by his ears. Louis just gave him a simple small smile before looking down at the hands in his lap.
Lou could hear the sound of grass and snow shuffling underneath Harry's converse as the younger boy made his way over to sit next to Louis.
It was silent for a moment, the two boys not knowing what to say first. Harry kept making quick glances up at Louis, only to look away before the boy caught him doing so. Louis was doing the same thing.
Harry finally broke the ice. "I'm sorry, for what you saw last night. I.. didn't exactly want to tell you about me that way."
Louis shook his head, looking up to Harry's face. "It's okay. I-I guess I was kinda.. shocked in a way?"
It was quiet again.
"D-Do you... think of me any different now?" Harry asked, scared and shy. He didn't even look at Louis when he asked, too worried about the boy's answer. They were so close, and he just hoped that this wasn't going to affect what they had.
Louis' brows furrowed. Why on earth would Harry think that? "Of course I don't! That's ridiculous Haz." When Harry lifted his gaze to look back into Louis' eyes, Louis felt like it was the right time to admit something himself. "I-I'm gay myself, so..."
Harry's eyes widened. He had a feeling deep down that Louis may have been gay, but he didn't want to think wrong at the time.
"Do any of the others know?"
Louis shook his head. "No, only Niall, obviously. And now you." He chuckled softly.
Suddenly there was a wide smile on the Cheshire boy's face, his arms wrapping around the smaller boy's figure, digging his head into Louis' neck.
"Yay! I'm no longer the only one now!" Harry joked.
Both boy's laughed together.
Louis returned the embrace, wrapping his arms tightly around the boy, wanting to feel that same feeling he did yesterday when he was with Harry in the city.
How are you all doing? My feelings are all over the place recently. With all this Zayn news going on and just personal things, I don't even know nowadays. But other than that, things seem to be okay. I've been getting many ideas for stories lately, so I'm happy about that! :) Hopefully I can write one of them soon!
Anyway, that's all from me. I love you all!