Louis POV

While I paid for my tattoo I noticed Harry looking through a book of tattoos, "Want one?" I asked and Harry looked up and smiled but shook his head.

"No, just looking. I might get one, one day though." He explained putting the book down.

"Maybe one day." I said.

"Maybe one day." He repeated in a whisper.

'Yeah, maybe one day these feelings I have for you will stop and we can have a normal friendship, where seeing you and a white V-neck won't make me want to kiss the living daylights out of you' I added in my head.

I came to the conclusion I had feelings for Harry a few days ago, with the help of a good friend.

~Flashback~

'Should I do this?' I asked myself.

I held my phone in my hand and was debating about whether or not I should call my cousin, Jake, and ask him to help me sort out my feelings. I'm very confused. Today Harry came over to tutor me and half the time I was staring at his lips and how they moved to form the deep, slow words that come out his mouth.

Yeah, I should.

I picked up the phone and pressed the call button. Jake picked up on the second ring, "Louis! Hey mate. We haven't spoke in awhile, what's up?" Jake asked

"I need you're help."

"With?"

"I might, have feelings for a guy, but last time I checked I was straight." I sighed once I finished talking.

"Ah, so you want me to...?" Jake trailed off.

"Tell me how you knew you were gay." I demanded.

"Okay," Jake started, "Well I had this friend, boyfriend now, who I've been friends with for years. Then one day his girlfriend broke up with him, so he got drunk. He came over to my house after and I told him he should go to bed, so I tucked him in my bed. I was about to leave the room when he called me back, he told me I was a great friend and some more drunk crap and then he was about to peck my cheek, but with his terrible coordination he kissed my lips. It was a short drunken kiss but I felt like I was on cloud nine.

"He passed out immediately after and for a few weeks I didn't tell him about the kiss and I was fine with it because I was still confused about it but never thought to much about it. One day though we got drunk and well, that night's mostly a blur but the next morning I woke up with a hangover and Daniel, my boyfriend, was naked next to me.

"I realized I was also naked and came to the conclusion that we, ya know... did it. When Danny woke up the next morning though he was fine so I got suspicious and he told me wasn't drunk and that me getting drunk was the only way he could have sex with me and yeah. I told him I felt the same and then I realized I never really like girls in the first place and that I've always liked guys, just never admitted it. What was the point of my story?"

"I thought it would be helpful, but it wasn't." I sighed again.

"Well if you have feelings for this guy, then you have feelings for the guy. What's wrong with that?"

"You're going to hate me."

"Try me."

"I used to bully him because he was gay." I admitted. It was silent for a while before Jake spoke up again.

"You don't anymore?"

"No."

"Well then, what's so bad? You may not be gay. You may just be bisexual or something."

"But I've never felt this way about a guy before." I sighed again. I'm getting frustrated.

"Ever thought that you were just gay for him?" Jake suggested and I thought about it for a while. Gay for Harry?

"No. Maybe I am. Thanks Jake." I smiled to myself.

"No problem. Call me and tell me how everything goes, yeah?"

"Okay, thanks again. Bye."

"Bye." And then I hung up.

I'm gay for Harry.

~End of Flashback~

Harry and I walked out the tattoo shop and I dropped Harry off. "You can come in if you'd like." Harry suggested. I shrugged and nodded parking my car. We walked up to Harry's house and he unlocked the door and let us both in. I've never been to his house before, it was a bit smaller then mine but then again he doesn't have four sisters.

Harry walked up the stairs, with me behind him and opens a door to a room that I think is his bedroom. I was proven correct when he opened his door to reveal a typical teenage boys bedroom. It had beige walls that were covered in posters of different bands. His room was kind of messy with clothes on the floor and shoes here and there, but it was cleaner then mine.There was also a queen size bed, a desk and a wardrobe.

Harry sat on the bed and patted the seat beside him and I sat down. "Boring, isn't it?" Harry asked and I shook my head.

"No, it's nice and typical."

"Aka, boring."

"Nah Haz, it's wonderful."

"Yeah, yeah." Harry waved me off, "So what do you want to do?"

"What? You invited me in with nothing planned?" I mocked disgust.

"No, we can play FIFA or watch the telly, or watch a movie and eat the cake I made yesterday." Harry explained.

"Cake!" I exclaimed, "I want cake! Lets watch a movie!"

"Okay. Lets go." Harry said and left the room with me close behind and I subtly checked out his cute little bum. But it'll never compare to my sexy ass, if I'm going to honest. At that thought I looked behind me and admired my butt.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked staring at me. I tried to hide the blush that was slowly creeping on my checks.

"Checking out my fine ass." I admitted proudly.

"Why?" Harry asked confused.

"It's sexy and you know it." I smirked with a wink and walked past him, purposely swaying my hips, and into the living room to pick out a movie.

"You can pick out the movie and I'll cut the cake." Harry said, his voice fading as he walked into the kitchen. I picked up the movies and looked through them and came across The Exorcist. I smirked and put it in the DVD player. If I'm lucky Harry will get scared and cuddle with me.

Wait a minute.

Here I am hoping I'll get lucky if a guy gets scared and cuddles me. I can get lucky anytime I want from any girl at the school. Well actually it's more of them getting lucky but whatever.

Harry walked back in with two plates with chocolate cake on them. I licked my lips and smiled taking a plate and sitting next to him, maybe a bit closer than normal but he didn't seem to notice. "What movie did you pick?" Harry asked putting a piece of cake in him mouth and started to chew. I stared at his lips for a second and unknowingly licked my lips. I don't think Harry noticed because he was looking at the television screen. But I quickly recovered by answering his question.

"The Exorcist." I said in a scary voice and Harry turned to me with wide-eyes.

"T-the E-e-exorcist?" Harry stuttered frightened and I frowned.

"If you don't want to watch it we don't have to." I reassured. I may want Harry to become a little scared but not terrified.

"N-no it's f-fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah." Harry said with a forced smile.

"Well I'm right here if you need me." I said and smiled at him. Harry nodded and I started the film. We were halfway through the film when Harry screamed for the thousandth time, "Are you sure you're okay, Haz?" I asked again and Harry looked at me and timidly shook his head. I opened my arms and Harry crawled in, while I mentally did a fist pump. Harry wrapped his arms around my waist and hid his head in my chest. I wrapped an arm around his shoulders and used my hand on my other hand to massage his scalp. His curls were very soft. Harry sighed and sounded... content? I looked down and smiled fondly at the boy before turning my attention back on the telly. Harry poked his head out a few times but he hid his head immediately after and he'd occasionally jump.

Once the movie was over I looked back down at Harry and noticed he fell asleep. I smiled and realized he was too cute to wake up. I gently kissed his head of curls and fell asleep myself.