Frame of Hearts - l.s.

Chapter Six

He slams himself into his bed, a pillow squished into his face smothering his words as he screams out fuck! Louis is confused.

Harry knew something is up with Louis and now, Louis can't bottle it away and forget about it because Harry fucking Styles is a persistent little bitch who never lets things go. Louis hates that about Harry. He hates that Harry just won't shut up about this whole being gay thing because it's fucking him over like a massive tidal wave of what is your sexuality? What is it... really?

Louis doesn't know what to do, whether or not he should just come out to Harry and see if it all makes sense to himself. He can't say it to himself and know for sure. He can't do it to anyone but Harry. Niall and Stan would laugh at him and his mum and dad would probably disown him. Laika is no bloody help whatsoever, never has been.

Louis knew he's different. Ever since he's been transferred to middle school, he just knew something else was up and that girls never really appealed to him that much anymore. Maybe it's just a phase and that's what's confusing the shit out of Louis - and even making him cry with uncertainty into his pillow that very night, and almost every other night.

He doesn't know what to do. He hates himself for it. He hates himself that he can't even ask Harry for help because it might tear them apart. Louis loves Harry too much, and not even in the way he thinks he might, to let him go.

*****

Harry comes home from another Health lesson and needs to do his homework. It's Louis fault to ask what he's doing and to get involved in it.

"Well, I need to write a project about something to do with relationships," Harry mutters, keeping his eyes on the paper as Louis gulps. "Do you have any idea? Can you tell me about your past girlfriends?"

Pfft, Louis has never had a girlfriend. They were lies. Louis will never admit this to Harry, of course.

"Well, there's this one girl, you know Stacy?"

Harry is blank. "Er...um, not really, Lou."

"She and I went out for about a month? Remember? Back in November?"

"You never told me about her, Lou."

"Yeah, well, she and I like... were pretty good and... stuff," Harry smirks softly at Louis. He doesn't believe him. "Oh, come on, Harold! You know her!"

"Yeah, okay," Harry huffs, turning back to his book and writing a few words down. Louis growls and hits his arm hard, and not in a playful way. "Ow! What was that for?"

"For you fucking smirking at me and not believing me."

"Lou, occurs I believe you--"

"Bullshit, and you know it."

"Okay, fine. You've caught me," Harry confesses. Louis folds his arms and glares at Harry, crossed. "Louis, you just don't make it believable. You say you've had a girlfriend, but I've never met her, or seen her around with you."

"They're just flings, Harry."

"Hey, I've had flings and you've seen me with enough girls to know who was my girlfriend for that week!" Harry tells. "Louis, you're just... I don't think..." He trails off, knowing he's heading in to some terrible territory.

Louis becomes interested, angrily curious. "Don't think what?"

"I... never mind."

"Don't think what, Harry?"

"I said never mind!"

"Harry!"

"I just don't think you've ever dated anyone, Louis," Louis grinds his teeth together. "You told me to tell you. That's your--"