I get just inside the house, and I curl up just in the door.
What the fuck?
If that had been a real date, I wouldn't go back again. But I have to date this... bi-polar and extremely straight man. And bloody famous at that. Could I handle this? I punch the wall beside me with the side of my fist, and flinch at the pain. I don't think I can, but I've signed something. And I made a promise to Harry, because I really didn't want him to ruin his career. Is it really worth it with management like that breathing down your neck?
"Louis?" Michael's voice calls, and I jump up quickly, panic stricken, and compose myself. He can't know that I'm not taking this well. He did so well looking after me yesterday. The door opens, and I smile, brightly.
"Alright?" I say, and he looks puzzled.
"Yeah, I'm alright." His eyebrows furrow. "Didn't you just hear a bang?" I pull my eyebrows together in mock confusion.
"No." I tilt my head and shrug my shoulders, and continue into the house. He quickly follows behind me, probably about to give me 20 questions about how it went.
"So." he initiates, and I roll my blue eyes, collapsing into the sofas, a little mentally exhausted. "How did it go? I can't believe your technically dating Harry. Weird." I huff out a small laugh.
"I know right. I don't really get his management, you know." I begin, getting comfortable. I'm sure to be here long. "Well, it was okay. Was a bit weird, but you probably would expect that. Me being massively gay, him not." Michael laughs.
"Yeah, you know, I always thought Harry was gay the first time I met him," He says, with a smirk, and this time I don't have to pretend to be confused. Harry being gay? Even picturing this man in my head, and I cannot imagine.
"You're joking! He oozes heterosexuality, Michael. If I had a vagina, he'd be all over it." I say. Well, surely. How many pictures is he in with girls on the front of magazines and newspapers. Actually, I think that probably sounds big-headed of to include me.
Although, he did say most of them were friends.
"Well, look at him, Lou." He gestures to thin air. "He wears girly tops, and his hair is getting pretty long now." He says, and yeah. I guess I can see it. I liked his hair long, though. It wasn't as curly, but it framed his face well. I couldn't imagine being attracted to him when he was on the X Factor, I feel like a paedophile.
I can't say I don't find him attractive because I do. I would be stupid not to. He's stunning with his lovely, messy brown locks that framed his face. He was tall, too. I'm not in this for the relationship though, it's to help him out.
"I suppose. Either way, I know he only like those girls." I respond. "And I would just like to say, he's pretty fashionable."
"You're beating around the bush. The meal." He simply states, and I sigh.
I tell him all about the meal, leaving out Harry's angry outburst.
"Sounds like it went pretty well, mate. Did you see any paparazzi?" He inquires. Actually, come to think of it I wasn't looking. Harry did keep my attention off of that.
"Nope." I pop with my lips.
"Oh well, I'm sure we will find out tomorrow morning." He laughs.
I believe we will. Hopefully, there are no pictures of our outburst.
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I rouse the next morning, to the brilliant light filtering through my curtains. I groan, trying to cover my eyes. Whose idea was it to have white curtains that let all the light in? Oh yeah, you.
Still grumbling, I sit up to grab my phone. I have so many texts. So many. I frown. What's going on?
I open my phone, and it all comes rushing back to me, as I have texts from my mum, sister, other family members and friends, all under one topic. Harry Styles.
Oh yeah. I almost forgot.
You're dating Harry Styles?
When were you going to tell me you were dating the Harry Styles?
Why are you all over the news Louis?
Who is Harry Styles?
I sigh. I forgot that I hadn't even told Mum or Lottie. I send out quick explanations.
Yeah, it went really quickly. Sorry.
I only met him the other day.
Am I? Where?
Google him.
I also have a text from the man himself.
From: Harry
Hi.
I need to see you today.
Can I come round? -H
I draw in a deep breath. I guess I'll have to get used to this.
To: Harry
Yeah. Sure.
See you soon. Lou x
I send without realizing I included the kiss. Shit, shit. Bloody shit!
To: Harry
Sorry. I send kisses to everyone including my friends.
Lou x
I sit there in panic in my bed, waiting for a text back. One the one side, I don't want him to get mixed symbols from me. I'm not ready for this, really. And on the other, I don't want him to think I want him.
He isn't texting back, so I decide to shower, and leave it to him.
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"Michael!"
Silence.
"Michael!" I shout louder.
Still no response.
"For fuck sakes, Michael. If you see my ass, this time it's not my fault." I grumble. I have no clothes, so they must be in the drier down stairs. I wrap the towel round my middle, and shake my hair out my eyes.
Mother fucker. I'm soaked and I cannot be bothered to go down stairs where it's cold. I start to go down.
I leap the last few stairs and barge into the lounge, eager to get dressed.
"Oh my god." I hear a deep, rough voice and it's not one I would like to hear half naked. Well, pretty much all naked. I look round, and yes, it's Harry. He's halfway out his chair, with a loose fitting black shirt, and skinny jeans.
"What the fuck! How are you-Why?" I shout out, in panic and shock. "Jesus fucking Christ, Harry!" His green eyes are wide open with shock. He looks at my wet tattooed chest, and takes in a sharp breath. His eyes continue down to the towel, which is increasingly becoming lower on my hips.
"I-I... I'm going to leave the room." I stutters, and pushes past me to leave the way I entered.
What was that?
I wonder why he reacted like that? Maybe because he respected my privacy considering I was gay. Maybe he thought I would freak out because I didn't want another man to see me like that. Well, I didn't, not intimately. But we were both men. We'd seen things before. I shouted because he made me jump.
I shrug to myself and go to the drier out back to get a pair of boxer skinny jeans and top. It's not like the ones I were wearing yesterday, so it's nice to relax in something comfortable. I dress quickly, wanting to know why Harry was here.
I re-enter the lounge again, and open the door Harry had disappeared behind. He was sitting on the floor legs crossed. I frown looking down at him at first, but then give a small smile.
"Hey, all done now. Thanks for waiting," I say, offering a hand down to him, and he takes it as I pull him up. I've always been told that I'm stronger than I look. He lets go quickly, and follows me into the lounge. "So, why are you here?"
He looks a bit wary, and it sets me on edge. "Don't freak out." He starts. Great. So that means I will. "Management want me and you to practice how we kiss each other, and hold hands, so it won't look fake in public." He doesn't look happy about it, and neither am I.
I can understand why. If I kiss Harry today, I will have kissed more times than I have in the last 6 months, and that's only twice. I'm probably out of practice, and he doesn't want it to look fake. He will also have to get used to kissing a boy.
"Oh." I mumble. "I get it. Erm. So...right now?" He nods solemnly, and gestures for me to sit on my couches.
I sit down next to him, and look up at him. He looks so indecisive, and I'm not sure if I want to kiss him when he's looking at my like that.
"I-I guess we should start with small pecks. We'll more likely be doing that than anything else." He says, and swallows loudly. I nod.
"Okay." Do I start, or will he? Will the public assume I be the 'girl' in this relationship? I guess we both would start the kiss, if we truly had feelings for each other. That's the way it went in my last relationship. Or mostly on my side.
I can tell he's finding this hard, and he looks away from me for a second. I decide it should be me that initiates the kiss, as he doesn't kiss guys often. I gently take his chin, and make him face me again. He looks in my eyes, and he swallows again. I lean in a gently press my lips onto his, in a small kiss. His lips are warm, and very pink, and this time it's me that swallows. I always did like kissing.
"That wasn't that bad right?" I ask, not moving too far away, and he shakes his head, curls gently swaying.
"No," He says almost in a whisper, and I'm aware that he is still looking at my lips. "I'll-I'm going to try this time."
He lets out a soft breath against my lips. His hand moves up, and surprisingly similar to the first time we kissed in the garden, he takes my cheek again. I take in a sharp breath past my teeth which makes it so much louder, which makes him look up into my eyes. I'm stunned. Being this close makes me so aware on how beautiful his dilated green eyes are, the dark lashes around them. The creaminess of this skin, and the sharpness of his features. He moves in, and takes my lips in a burning kiss, not as gentle as mine, and takes a little longer on leaving them. His eyes are closed, and I'm glad. I'm done for. He is so beautiful. How can I not fall for him? I patiently wait for him to compose himself. I'm sure he hated it.
His eyes open, and he smiles gently. He lets out a laugh.
"This isn't so bad," He says, which shocks me. "This is easier with you have such soft, girly skin."
I huff and roll my eyes. Of course, he would try and find the girly side of me. The problem was, I was not a girly lover.
"Fuck you. Want me to show you how to kiss like men, Styles?"I say, not meaning to add the second part, but it's already left my lips now. He shrugs at me.
"How different can it be?" He says, and I'm not sure if it's a challenge, but I take it like one.
Not waiting for permission, I grab the back of his hair and I bring his face in for a hard, teeth-clashing kiss. He takes in a sharp breath, and I use it to gain access to his warm, soft mouth. He instantly brings his to fist at my hair, and I groan, realizing I'm slowly becoming hard from this. I cup at the bottom of his back, roughly bringing him into my chest, at which he moans into my mouth. He reaches to attempt to bring my closer to him, and it's getting very heated. I have tasted every corner of his mouth, so I decide to bite harshly down on his lip at which he breaths through his nose sharply at, and take his lips again.
Wanting to get closer, I roughly shove him into the seat so he is laying down. I lay on top of him, and I find that he is hard and digging into my side. This sends me wild, and I grind down into him, receiving a gorgeous moan.
"Wait." He moans loudly.
"Wait. Get off me." He shouts and pushes me off. His hair is wild, eyes dilated, and red lips wet. "Fuck!"
He all but runs out the lounge, and I sit in silence, rooted to my chair. What have I just done? I shouldn't have rushed it like that. I should've just kissed him hard and left it. But once I started, I couldn't. His lips are like drugs. It's like we're both magnets
How is this going to work?