LOUIS' P.O.V.

I just want Harry to realize how bad I feel about what I did. I don't want to admit it, but I sort of did it to hurt him. We had just had an argument about coming out. I can't wait but Harry's always worried about what other people think and that drives me crazy! Our tiff got pretty heated when he blew up in my face to give him time. We have been together for two years! How much time could he possibly still need? I want him to realize how much it hurts to see me with someone else, and I know how bad that sounds. I'm not worried about our fans' support. We already have a large amount of fans that even WANT us to be together. I know that some people will have an issue with it but we've tried to ease them into it as much as we can without breaking our contract and losing everything. A lot of people have picked up on the playful touching, extensive looks, and innuendo remarks in interviews. I know that some people hate on the idea, but what are we supposed to do? There's no way to make everyone happy, so can't we just make ourselves happy and hope it catches on? The show is finally over and I'm almost done with my shower on the bus. Harry was the first to take his and I plan on talking to him privately when I'm done. I dry myself off in the confined bathroom and pull on some boxers before leaving the steamy closet. Harry is sitting by himself on the couch in the back room with his face in his hands. I walk over and sit next to him, not putting my arm around him just yet.

"Hazz."

He looks at me and I can see the tears glazing over his eyes. I can't take this; I just want to make him feel better. Seeing him like this makes me instantly regret what I did. No matter how trivial it seems to me, if it hurts Harry this much, it should have never happened.

"Hey, come here." I pulled his head onto my shoulder, stroking his hair with one hand and rubbing his back with the other, "I'm so sorry, babe. I don't ever wish to see you so upset. I don't know why I did it! I was upset but I should never act out when I'm mad at you. I wish I could take it back."

He starts to let out soft sobs but hugs me back, finally letting me in a little.

"Lou, I just don't understand how you could do that! Our one rule: no making out and there you are with your tongue down her throat! I just don't know why you would act out like that."

"I know, I know. I'm a bloody idiot. I can't believe I did that myself. You know I don't have any feelings for Eleanor. Hell, she knows I don't! She actually yelled at me later in your behalf, you know."

He chuckles at that and I can tell that he's done crying. He takes a deep breath and starts to speak again.

"Look, I can get over this if you promise that it'll never happen again. I never want to see you really kiss her. Only pecks to make management happy."

"Of course, Hazz. I would take it back if I could."

"I know, Lou."

I pull him closer to me and we sit there in a comfortable embrace for a long while. I start to think back to when we decided to tell the rest of the lads about us.


Flashback:

"Lou, I'm scared. I... What if they hate us?"

"That's impossible! They're our closest mates, they'll get over it."

"They're gonna be shocked."

"That's for sure."

I pull Harry into a hug, resting my chin on his shoulder, which was at the perfect height for that. I'm so happy to be with him. We have agreed to take things slowly but I know that it's going to progress quickly since we're always together. I'm already falling in love with him since we've already been such good friends for a long while. I lean up to kiss his neck tenderly, followed by his cheek, and finally his lips. It feels so right to be together like this. I have always felt something for him but I was always too afraid to seriously consider it. The night we first kissed was perfect, and ever since then, we are inseparable. Every moment that we are alone, we are in each others' arms and I wouldn't want it any other way. Except, perhaps, to not hide it in front of Niall, Liam, and Zayn. We have decided to tell them, but we don't want to make it a big announcement. We're going to all watch a movie tonight and we're just going to casually mention it and hope for the best. We stood there in our room kissing for about a minute more.

"Come on, they're all out there. It's the perfect opportunity."

Harry has always worried too much about what people thought, but I want to change that. He's such an incredible person and he needs to see that. People will love him for whoever he chooses to be. Even my boyfriend. To start with, we need to tell the guys. I know that we can count on them; they only want us to be happy.

"Hey, you guys ready? We're going to watch Jurassic Park."

"Lovely. Look, Harry and I wanna tell you guys something first. Just don't freak out, okay?"

"Erm, of course. What's up?" Liam looks concerned, probably thinking that something bad has happened when it's actually the complete opposite.

Harry surprises me by grabbing my hand, intertwining our fingers together and speaking before I even have the chance.

"We're dating."

The three boys in front of us look like statues, eyes open, jaws dropped. Zayn responds first, his face contorting in a confused sort of way.

"This is a joke, right?"

He doesn't look disgusted or anything and I suppose it's a valid question so instead of answering with words, I turn my body to face Harry and place my hands on either of his cheeks, kissing him softly and passionately.

"Not a joke, Zayn." It was Niall's turn to react.

We turn back to the group and they still look shocked. We didn't expect any less.
"Well, congrats guys. Is this why you two have been so happy the past few weeks?"

I feel my face turn beet red and simply nod my head.

"So, you're not weirded out, then?"

Harry was still worried about what they thought.

"Of course not, Harry! We just want you to be happy! It's not the most shocking thing ever, but, well, to have you tell us is a little surprising."

Liam is always good at comforting Harry, who let out a sigh of relief, turning his gaze to Niall next.

"What Liam said. I'm all for it. I totally, what's it called? Ship it! I ship you guys."

Niall is always proud of himself when he understands internet lingo.

"Zayn?"

"I'm thrilled! But, now you guys' disagreements are going to be ten times worse," of course Zayn has to add some negativity, "but, I guess there's always make-up sex."

He winks awkwardly and continues to fumble with the movie.

Harry and I still haven't talked about sex. I'm okay with that for the time being. We have plenty of time and its going to be different. I don't think either of us has ever slept with a guy so at least we can experience it together. Besides, we're still young and we're in the same bloody band. We're always together. I want to enjoy every step of our relationship at the proper time. Rushing things can only hurt.


Present Day:

Zayn enters the back room to grab something from his bag, interrupting our complacent silence.

"Thank god you guys made up. I was going to be fucking pissed if you guys ruined our end-of-tour celebration tomorrow."

He runs his hand playfully through my hair, ruffling the still damp patch in the front, before walking out.

"Hey, Hazz. You ready for bed?"

"Yeah."

He sluggishly stands up and waits for me to follow suit.

"I love you, you know."

"I love you, Lou."

He leans down slightly and kisses my forehead softly. He grabs my hand and pulls me to the bunk we have been sharing for the past few months. It's small but it's better than sleeping separately. Harry climbs in first after stripping to his boxers and I climb in after him, laying down with my chest facing him. He places an arm around my waist and pulls me closer so that I can feel his bulge against mine. We hardly have had any time to be intimate for the past 8 months. Not like we did at home. Fucking tour bus. I think it might literally kill me. I kiss him once more and nuzzle my head against his neck, falling asleep easily with the rhythm of his breathing.

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