Louis' POV-flashback
Something has changed this year.
I kept telling my friends I liked this girl called Lea just so they’d shut up about it.
I made her up.
I never liked anyone. My friends told me it’s really weird. I had those thoughts appearing in my head recently.
It felt better to think about boys kissing me, there were butterflies in my tummy when they filmed a close up of the guy’s face during kiss scenes in movies.
Dad doesn’t like gay people. They’re faggots.
Maybe he senses it, maybe that’s why he likes the girls so much better than me.
Now I like someone, maybe.
I like when Harry’s hand brushes mine. I like when he licks the ice cream I bought from the kiosk, when his shirt slides up so I can see his bare tummy
Harry doesn’t like me back.
I’ve asked him whether he ever had a crush. He’s two years younger after all. There’s still a bit hope left.
In the evenings, when I’m alone in my tent, I think of Harry kissing me a lot.
During the days, we sit under our tree or at the secret spot at the lake.
Sometimes I want to just do it. Kiss him. I’ve never kissed anyone.
Then I remember dad. Dad’s words when we watched that movie with a gay couple, how he turned it of when he saw.
Dad telling me to ‘man up’, to stop being weak, to get my shit together.
Dad asking if I had a girlfriend, if I liked anyone, if he doesn’t think that I thought one actress was super hot.
I never reply.
I like boys, dad, I want to say, I like them better.
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FanfictionHarry and Louis used to meet on vacation yearly. Now they haven't seen each other in two years and the moon, Harry's eyes and Louis' bruises got a little darker. All Harry really wants is to fly to space and never come back to earth. All Louis reall...
