Louis' POV

Fuck. What the hell was happening to him?! Was he falling for Harry? But he was straight, it wasn't possible.

But what if it was?

Louis fell back in bed with a groan, allowing these ideas to  play around in his head until he sat up, determined. This wasn't one of those things that Louis could just let slide by, this was something that he actually needed to be serious about, something that he actually needed to think over thoroughly.

Now that he was considering having fallen for Harry, he needed to get his mind sorted and clear about whether that was actually the case or not before he ended up doing something stupid. 

He pulled up a notebook and fumbled around for a pen near his side of the bed.. oh fuck it, not like he was going to have kept pens neatly nearby his bed, why was he even trying. He walked over to Harry's side of the bedroom and instantly found a wide selection of pens with various colours arranged neatly in a mug beside his desk.

He sat back on the bed, pulling his feet up to his chest and began writing.

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Signs that indicate I may have fallen for Harry

1. He makes me happy I guess. Very happy.

2. I love spending time with him,but then again, who doesn't?  Doesn't mean I've fallen for him.

3. I can't stop thinking about him. Um I mean I can but it's a little difficult. Not that it's anything to be concerned about or anything.

4. I look forward to doing even the most mundane activities with him like grocery shopping. Which, is a bit weird I suppose because I never really liked grocery shopping but Harry looks so tall and strong pushing that shopping cart around like it weighs nothing... stop.

5. When I see him smile, my chest flutters a bit or whatever.

6. I felt a little jealous when he was on a date with Lucock. But then again that could be all platonic and the whole possessive friend scenario.

7. My skin tingles when he touches me like um when he touched my legs the other day..it made me shiver...

8. I can't stop thinking of his eyes and dimples.

9. I feel like I would do anything to make him laugh and see him happy because when his face lights up, it's the most beautiful thing ever.

10. He's given me quite a few uncomfortable boners, but maybe they're platonic too.
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Okay, he was officially going crazy. Since when had he started talking about people's lit up faces and how happy they made him!? And eyes and dimples? Goodness, something was seriously wrong with him.

Okay. Maybe there was something here.  Maybe he was falling for Harry. Maybe,Maybe, Maybe. 

Louis shut the book with a sigh and kept it back in the drawer beside his bed. His head had begun to pound again, the effects of whatever Harry had made him drink,slowly beginning to wear off.

But if he was falling for Harry, did it mean he was gay or was it only Harry that he felt this way about?

Fuck. This whole discovering yourself part was extremely hard. He hadn't expected it to be this difficult. There were so many factors,so many things to consider.. it made his head spin.

Frustrated, he ran his fingers through his hair.  He didn't know what to make out of this situation at all. Everything was so foggy and unclear, he desperately wished he could take a cloth and wipe away the fog and be left with crystal clear clarity.

He heard the door open with a click and his heart immediately raced forward, faster than his feet could move.  Traitor.

Harry had just walked into the living room and was taking off his coat.

Louis tried to not look when his shirt slid up a little a strip of Harry's toned stomach was visible, but if he did sneak a peak, oh well, nobody could prove a thing.

He walked forward into Harry's arms, inhaling the familiar smell, his headache already much better, while the latter crushed him in a bear hug.

"How are you feeling Lou? Is your head still hurting?" his beautiful green eyes flashed with concern.

"No, that thing you made me drink really helped Haz, thank you" he smiled up at Harry glad to see that the concern had disappeared from his eyes. 

"You actually drank it!? I can't belive it!! It makes me so happy Lou." Harry said grinning broadly, dimples popping up on either side. 

"Of course I did you idiot." Louis replied affectionately.

Fuck. Seeing the way Harry's face shone with delight,  Louis wouldn't mind drinking a hundred other disgusting concoctions if it made him this happy every time.

The two settled down on the sofa that they had bought together, in front of the television that they watched together every night, in the apartment they lived in together and Louis couldn't get rid of the warm, happy fluttery feeling in his chest, not that he tried to anyway.

Louis shifted his body until he was curled up into Harry’s side. It wasn’t quite enough, so he freed up one hand to arrange Harry’s arm around himself. There. With a satisfied sound, Louis sank further into the cushions and switched on the TV.

“All right?” Harry asked, clearly amused.

“Better than all right,” Louis replied with a cheeky smile.

He'd spent 21 years of his life convinced that he was straight, never doubting it for a second, but this curly haired, green eyed boy with his dimpled smile had stumbled into his life in his true clumsy fashion and had made him question everything...

Author's Note

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter :)

Happy reading xx