LAAARRYYY PRS

*går sönder*

Oh gosh. Panick. What would their mates think? Harry tried to calm down as he melted into the kiss, but that was nearly impossible. This was probably the longest moment in his entire life. Seconds felt like minutes and just as his brain was about to explode, the kiss ended. Well, maybe it wasn't that bad, Harry thought. And it wasn't. He found himself wanting to kiss Louis again, if he could.
"Well ..." one in the band spoke, Harry didn't know who. His reality was upside down and he thought he was going to vomit. All this safety he had before was now gone. He didn't know what to do without Louis. He was always the strong guy, making everyone, including Harry, feel safe and loved, in Harrys case. Why couldn't that be me?

(MOAHAHAAA JAG VAR TVUNGEN)



"Well..." Zayn said. "It´s not that much of a suprise. Someday I knew it would happen, but I wasn´t prepared. I just want you to know that I really encourage this new...thing. But why did you lie about your love?"
Oh lord, what a relief. If only Liam accepted them, too. He seemed like he surely had a shock, but his expressions wasn´t angry or disgusted, or perhaps afraid. Just really suprised and overwhelmed.
"Like why not?" Louis said slowly. "I was blinded by fear, and I still am. Try to understand, if our band breaks up is it my and Harrys fault. We couldn´t handle the thought of no One Direction, the thought of losing the best friends I ever
have. Of course we wanted to tell you guys, but I guess I´m weak enough to not risk everything against the truth, and if you don´t accept us is our friendship less stronger than I thought. Is that answer approved?".

At least Zayn took it well. Surprisingly well, after seeing two of your best friends make out. Even Harry wouldn't accept it that fast, or he would accept it of course, but it certainly would feel very strange. He couldn't just tell them it was okay, he'd just be quiet. Actually, he had no idea how he would react. He'd probably be cool with it, but surprised.
He thought Louis's answer was the perfect description of how he felt as well. He'd never been able to put words on his feelings, but when Louis did, he knew exactly how he felt.
"How about you Liam?" Niall asked.
Liam was quiet for a moment. Then he spoke. "I'm not sure I like this, but I won't stand in your way." This relieved and broke Harrys heart at the same time. Even his best friend wouldn't understand. Still, he wasn't against it. That was good.

(Kan vi ta in Niam i det här rollen snälla snälla snälla)

(OFC!! Och det är därför Liam har svårt att acceptera; för att han inte kan acceptera sig själv! Och för att han är avundsjuk!
Och btw, insåg hur många misstag jag skrivit... Typ som "scince". Seriöst, det stavas ju "since". Hur dum får man vara? Men jag orkar ju inte läsa igenom...x( )

It was hard to understand. Understand how Liam barely accepted them. He wasn´t a homophobe, every time one of them mentioned the Larry-rumors he only laughed and said joking "I wouldn´t be suprised if it turns out tht you´re dating. I wouldn´t mind".
But he laughed every time. He joked. He never really believed there was a possibility that they actually were dating.
Still, he always said he had no problem with so called Larry Stylinson. Louis was sure something had changed Liams mind. He wished he knew what.
"Oh you little shit!" Niall said angrily. "They´re cuter than cupcaces with tons of sugar in the frosting. And you know, peope say that homophobes often turns out to be gay, sorry, I said that. Whatever, my point is that if you was gay, you would hate yourself. And it´s not worth it."
Liam looked like someone had slapped him in the face. "That is not true".
Please Niall, shut up, Louis thought. Don´t make it worse.

Apparently Liam didn´t took it well, but if they gave him time, maybe he would get used to it?
The only thing Louis could do was try to go back as usual, except for his and Harrys relationship, because there was nothing better than knowing somebody loved him. He wouldn´t stop dating Harry, even if Liams discomfort grew stronger.
There was no feeling such as knowing that you always have someone beside you, someone who comfort you when everything seems impossible. A person who wipes away the tears on your cheeks. A person who feels pain when you´re hurt. Somebody who knows when you need space, when you want to be alone.

Somebody to joke with.

Somebody who makes you believe in youself, not making you try to be a better person, just want you to keep being who you are.

Louis knew that feeling.

And it was much better with Harry Styles. Much, much stronger.

And fortunately Liam accepted them. But nothing more.

At the same time Liam promised himself that he would never tell Niall how correct he was.
Liam certainly hated himself.

(Sorry för jag bryter mot alla regler men jag var bara tvungen att skriva det där på slutet. Förlåååååt! ♥)

(YESYESYES PERFECT)

"Shh, Niall, he said he was cool with it," said Harry, a bit embarrased. He understood Liam, and how he felt about this. It is hard to see that your best friends is more than best friends, really. And that's just something to respect.

"Are you serious?" Niall shouted. "He ... I just don't understand! Why would you not like it, Liam? Why?"

Liam was quiet. Everybody looked at him, though Harry didn't want them too. Why was everyone making such a big deal out of this?

"Guys, it's fine. Liam hasn't done anything wrong. Why'd you have to confront him like that?" he asked, because he didn't want his best friend to be bullied by his other best friends.

"Because this is betrayal!" said Niall, voice full of fury. "Best friends support each other. Liam clearly doesn't support you. Why do you just accept this? This is homophobia, against you and Louis! You of all people! Why is this okay?"

Zayn walked over to Niall's side. "I hate to say this but Niall's right. We can't have homophobes in the group," he spoke, looking convincingly at both of them.

Liam glared at them all one last time and said "I'm just not okay with gay." Then he left the room.

"I´m just not okay with gay".
Those were the last words Louis wanted to hear. But now, Liam had said it and meant it. And there was nothing Louis could do.
For a second Louis stood quite still, and Liams eyes met his. A long, long moment that seemed like hours instead of seconds stared Louis, stared at the face of the person who just uttered those words. Liams eyes were full of a strange gleaming glint, or was it the light that tricked him?
Because there was no way Liam would cry.
When Liam was gone, Niall sighed heavily.
"I just want to know what´s up with him", he said sadly. "He´s clearly upset, and he´s not the Daddy Direction he used to be."
"But something like this have never happened before", Zayn reminded him. "Maybe he´ll get over it. And by the way, we´re still standing, and it makes me feel uneasy, it´s like we´re fighting. Now, sit down and tell us how and when this started, and how Niall figured it out. Did he interrogate you and forced you to tell him a beautiful love story, or did he walk in just to see you kiss fiercely? If he interrupted your privat moment..."
The boy sat down on the floor and looked up eagerly.
"I´m afraid the second is true", Louis said, but couldn´t finish his sentence; Zayn glared at Niall and growled angrily:
"You´re a dead man."
"I can´t get the picture out of my head", the blonde boy shuddered. "It was more like snogging."
Louis felt his cheeks redden; yes, the kiss was rather a snog. And propably it was Louis fault.
"I suspected that", Zayn said pleased.

Harry blushed. He didn't want to tell everybody about him and Louis. That'd be embarassing. Though some part of him wanted to tell the guys everything, because somehow, he'd been waiting for this moment. And here we are.
"Um, yeah, that's what happened," he agreed, looking down at the floor. Then, he glanced at Louis instead. That beautiful face that never seem to get out of his mind. He spent all the time thinking about him, and here they are, out to everyone. Well, not everyone, but he suspected that the whole world would probably know in a few hours. That's how it works being famous. No privacy.

"When did you two ... um ... get this close?" asked Zayn.
"Well ... pretty early I guess," said Harry, blushing even more. "Our first kiss was after we came 3rd in the X-factor."
Did he tell them too much? No, Louis didn't seem to mind. In fact, Harry put his hand on Louis's knee, since they sat down and that's what everybody did in romantic movies.

Though Niall covered his eyes. "Oh, would you stop it lovebirds?" he laughed. "Just kidding. You're adorable. Oh God, Harry you're blushing!"
That was probably true.

Just a simple touch could cause thousands of butterflies fly in his stomach. It was pretty unbelievable, but in a particularly strange way true.
And the butterflies was there to protect him, take care of him, because they belonged to Harry. He sent them to Louis, knowing he was in need of support.
"It was not that serious though, after our first kiss", Louis suddenly said. "Neither of us wanted to talk about it, I guess we were afraid. I mean, I was scared as hell. I was doubting my sexuality; whether I was gay or if this was just a brotherly feeling, and I questioned how I felt. Persuading myself that it was a crush, and nothing more was pretty hard. Actually, after a while, it was impossible. I wouldn´t sleep if I still didn´t knew what Harry felt. Honestly it was a misunderstanding, but we talked and... Yeah, you know the rest. And I have no idea why I´m telling you this. It´s like I´m not myself, I should joke and laugh and... This is just so, so new. Apparently I´m screaming, and it´s really hot in here and... It´s like I´m a teenager again. Isn´t it too bright? Why am I crying?"
Louis voice cracked, and tears streamed down his face. He felt... Strange. Was it weird to cry when you wasn´t sad? Relief was still washing over him, he felt somehow happy and...
They hadn´t talked about their past, Louis and Harry, and he couldn´t let it go. Everytime they discussed their relationship, they always talked about the future, not the things that happened before. Those they had left behind.
Those Louis couldn´t forget.
"What´s up with me?" Louis sobbed, barely noticing Harrys strong arms wrapped around himself in a soft embrace. Harry stroked his hair and Louis only... Cried.
He undoubtedly was a Drama Queen.

(Har ingen aning om vad jag skriver egentligen... Mår skit just nu, så jag skriver väl det jag vill göra själv just nu... Sorry att det är skitdåligt och helt oväntat...)

(Åh, hoppas det blir bättre snart ♥ Du får skriva precis vad du vill, det vet du!)

Harry could feel the emotions rush through his mind. He felt so bad for his boyfriend. Actually, this wasn't the first time he'd seen him cry, but this was certainly odd, for Harry knew how Louis's face looked like when he was sad, and this wasn't it.
"Babe, what is it?" he asked, embracing him lovingly. He was surprised, that much is true, but somehow he didn't care if this made any sense at all. He just wanted to comfort this beautiful boy.

The other boys came to join the hug, and they stood there, all four, to comfort Louis. It was a little empty without Liam, but nobody actually missed him, really. These four people was understanding, and that comforted Harry more than anything else.

(Sorry för kort heh)

A week after the crying incident, the snogging-in-the-kitchen-scene, the confession to their band mates and Liams sudden change, had the news finally sunk in. At one point, Louis should be happier than ever before, but every time he was around Liam the atmosphere was stiff, a ticking bomb waited above them, ready to explode at any moment.
Liam didn´t stop them though, not now, when they could kiss in front of their band mates.
But still, it was strange how Liam each time Harry and Louis looked at each other turned away his face, or even stormed out of the room. Something was clearly making Liam uncomfortable, and Louis couldn´t stand being guilty.
Actually, Liam avoided everyone in the band, which was far worse and obviously hard for Niall. He seemed to take it personally because he was the happiest for Louis, he squealed when they kissed and shouted "little, evil lovebirds" when they looked at each other way too lovingly.
Niall made them keep kissing and showing their love in public (or, a better term, to the band), but as we know; forces have always counterforces, and in this case, Liam was that counterforce that held Harry and Louis back.

Everyone sat in the living room, they were going to record an album in a couple of minutes. Louis and Harry sat by themselves, but nobody actually talked. Mostly, every time they had spare time, was a cold silence spreading among them, and right now there was just such a quiet moment.
Louis tried to catch Harrys eye, but he was looking down. He wanted to talk to Harry without breaking the silence, though that was impossible.
Suddenly, like a thunderstorm, Niall said:
"What the hell, Liam? You can´t even act normally when Hazza and Lou aren´t kissing! THAT is not normal. You know, maybe I should kiss you just to prove that you´re wrong. How would you feel if we were together and they started to pretend we didn´t exist? Not any well, huh?"
Liam froze, eyes full of something that looked like fear.
Louis froze.
Harry froze.
Time froze.
The ticking bomb exploded.