larry one shots

01 - prom 🪩🧸

This one shot is inspired by a scene in a tv show on netflix called Sex Education!

Edit - Reading this over again after a few years, it is so cringey 😭 Please just ignore and remember I was 12 lmao

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"Are you ready to go mate?" Niall asked me as he stepped into my bedroom.

"Yeah, do I look okay?" I question, earning a nod from the Irish boy.

"You look stunning. Louis is missing out, okay?" He reassures, grabbing my shoulders and turning me to square to him.

I nod and look down to my feet. Louis and I broke up about a month ago. The feeling wasn't mutual in any way and he broke my heart when he told me he had fallen out of love with me. No one knew about our relationship except for Niall, my best friend and Zayn, Louis best friend. There's a high likelihood that Liam also knew all along, just because he's extremely close with Zayn and Louis.

Having a secret relationship is hard. We could only show affection in my bedroom or his, too afraid to get caught. We couldn't even go as far as hugging each other in the hallway.

I had to keep my image and reputation. I had been portrayed as straight my entire life. I was portrayed as "normal" in peoples eyes. No one knew I was gay. I've never seen girls as more than friends, yet when I was younger I knew my at the time best friend was more important than anyone to me. Being ten years old, listening to my friends talking about their crushes, I always dozed off and imagined what it would be like if I told them about my crush. It frightened me. I couldn't bare to think of them running away and telling people I was gay, or I was not normal.

My step father made it clear that if he found out I 'wasn't normal' he would never look me in the eye again and I would be out of the house and living on the streets begging for money. That frightened me even more. It made me bones shake, it was all a terrifying reality.

So I kept it a secret.

I kept it secret for six years.

The first person I told was Niall. He was my best friend since grade seven and I trusted him with my life. So one day when we were eating pizza in my room, I hinted to him that I was into boys. He quickly caught on and his face broke out in a smile. For a moment I thought he was going to laugh in my face and run downstairs to tell my stepfather. But instead he smiled wider and wider until tears filled his eyes and one broke loose. He pulled me into the tightest hug of my life and told me the words I repeat constantly:

"I'm so proud of you babe. That's amazing, nothing to be ashamed of. I love you for you, nothing will ever change that."

I felt overwhelmed with love and affection. I felt like I needed to hug him for the rest of my life to feel accepted. He then took me by surprise with what he said next:

"I like boys too. I think I lean towards girls but I really don't care who I fall in love with."

I smiled at the memory, remembering how shocked I was and how educated I was after that night. He told me he was pansexual, I hadn't heard of it before he told me that. Apparently he doesn't care about gender or sex and he believes he will fall in love with whomever he falls in love with,.

It made me happy that he was so proud and accepting with his sexuality. I dreamed to be just like him, but every time I tried to accept the fact that I like boys, Robin flashed across my mind calling me a faggot and a disappointment. So I ignored it and pretended to be straight my entire life. I had a girlfriend named Cassie. She quickly found out I wasn't really into her when she wanted to do something with me and I couldn't.. ehm.. yeah.