Closeted {Larry Stylinson AU}

Louis POV

As I lay on my bed staring at my yellow stained ceiling I think about what I've done. I have been reckless to both my mother and father. I've set a terrible example for my younger sister and haven't given a care about my family.

I am a terrible son. I'm a terrible friend. I'm a terrible person.

I roll on my side, tucking my uncut hair behind my ear as a tear forms in the corner of my eye. Why do I have to be gay?! And it's not like I can just change who I am. Why does my sexuality have to impact the way things go huh? Now, I've made my parents feel like they terrible too. This secret has been eating away at my flesh, but I can't come out to them. I know how they feel about it.

They would hate me. They would disown me. They would throw me out of the house, this time they'll be glad I'm gone. What paster would want a homosexual teenager living in their home?

A low knock, breaks threw my thoughts. "Lou? It's Lottie..."

I wipe my tears and get up from my bed. Then I walk to my door a crack but don't let her inside.

"What Lot?" Lottie looks nervous and is holding a plate of eggs, bacon and toast.

"We made extra just incase you came back home today." She says in the most polite tone of voice I've ever heard come out of her mouth. "May I come in?"

I stare at her for a moment confused, but then fully open my door and motion her inside. I take the plate then sit by my desk. I rest the plate down and start eating the eggs.

"That was really brave of you... What you said to mum and dad."

"No," I say with a face full food, "What I just said was rude and stupid. I should have never talked to you guys like that. I'm sorry."

Lottie sits on my desk, the area with no food of course, and giggles. "Are you kidding?! I wish I could stand up to dad like that! He's always taking shit about how 'everyone is going to hell' or 'stop listening to that "devil music"',whatever the hell that is."

I roll my eyes with a smirk and continue eating this surprisingly delicious breakfast considering I'm pretty sure my mum made it.

"Where did you go anyway? If you don't mind me asking."

"I was telling the truth. Harry was sick, and his mum isn't home. I had to take care of him." Lottie's face now looked concerned.

"Is he still sick? He might have like, cancer or something if he is... He should go to the hospital." I chuckeled, almost choked on my food.

"He's fine! He's been fine for weeks now, I just over stayed to make sure he was okay."

"Oh then, well that's good." I nod and keep eating the scraps of the breakfast on the plate making sure to not waste food. I look back up at Lottie who is still sitting on my desk, staring at me.

"Do you need anything Lot?"

"Actually, I was going to ask you about something... It's really personal on your part." I swallow the last bit of toast and turn my desk chair around.

"What do you mean by personal?" Lottie gets up off my desk and sits at the foot of my bed.

"Personal meaning really uncomfortable for you, also meaning you wouldn't want mum and dad to hear this conversation." I get up to close the door, then slowly sit back down in my desk chair.

"Ask away..."

"Actually, it isn't much of a question but it kinda is at the same time. You see, you've been acting strange lately... and being your very curious sister, I read your texts-"

"What?! You what?!"

"Louis let me finish. I read your texts, and I'm really sorry. I didn't read all, but some. Most of them were, um... pictures, of you and Harry. Now, I didn't want to assume anything! So I wanted to ask you. Are you, like, gay or something?"

I felt a lump in my throat, like a piece of bacon got loadged in there or something. My blood ran cold but my palms were sweaty. I raised my hand to tuck back my hair behind my ear and closed my eyes. What will she think? How will she react? There is now way of getting out of this one without telling the truth. She already knows. I took one big gulp of saliva and sighed.

"Yes..." Lottie smiled with tears in her eyes.

"Thank you for telling me I'm so proud of you!" She runs up to me and squeezes the absolute shit out of me. That's a relief. I hug her back tears in my eyes as well. I have never felt so close with Lottie ever, and I think this is a start of an amazing friendship.

"Are you dating Harry? Are you guys in love? Tellmeeverything!" She steps back a sits on the floor criss-cross next to my feet. I chuckle at her eagerness.

"Lot! Slow down, Christ you're going to hurt yourself. Yes Harry and I are dating, and yes I do love him, alright? Which is why I have to leave again."

"You're leaving again?! You just got back after a month! I thought you said he was fine!" I stand up and start to gather up my things again, starting with putting back on my jacket.

"I know, I know... I just have to get back to him. I'm not going to be gone for the whole day, I'll be back later alright? Please don't tell mum and dad about this." Lottie's sad face turned into a smirk.

"Alright... I won't tell cross my heart, hope to die, burn my lungs and curse my eyes. I'll just tell them to not bother you because you've had a long week. Have fun bro." I smile back at her ask I'm opening my bedroom window.

"Thanks Lot, I really appreciate it." I turn around and leave out my window.

Notes

Hey guys! I'm really sorry about the update thing... It's my fault. I can't promise anything but I will try to update again this week. It's 2:00 am so I'm going to sleep. AND COMMENT! I can't update if I think no one is reading my story. Just a "good job!" Or "That fucking sucked" would do me good. BYE YERS!!!