HARRY’S P.O.V.


Shit. I don’t know if I should have said that. I mean, I trust Abby, but this is something I’ve only recently accepted about myself. Is it too early to share it with someone else?

“I know.”

Her reply is pragmatic and calm. How does she know?

“What do you mean? I haven’t told anyone.”

Abby scoots over to me on my mum’s kitchen counter and drapes her arm over my shoulders.

“Harry, we went on three dates, remember?”

I nod my head in confused agreement. Where is she going with this? Of course I know we tried
dating.

“The first date, you took me to dinner and shrugged away when I tried to kiss you goodnight.”

I remember that. I felt pretty bad afterward and that’s the only reason I asked her out again. Despite it all, I’m glad I did because now we’re close friends.

“The second date, we went to our school’s football game. That was when I walked into the bathroom to find you getting off, but I knew it wasn’t to me. You couldn’t keep your eyes off the field and wouldn’t even hold my hand.”

And I thought she was clueless. I even made out with her that night to attempt at detracting from the bathroom incident.

“And the final date was my favorite.” She giggles and I blush, knowing exactly what she’s referring to, “We went to my house after the movie and after making out for hours, you weren’t hard. You know at first, I thought maybe you had a small dick, but then I remembered walking in on you during our last date and knew that wasn’t the case. Harry, erectile dysfunction isn’t a problem among fifteen year olds.”

I chuckle and she pecks my cheek, reminding me that this isn’t to embarrass me.

“Ever since then, I’ve noticed you shying away from girls more and more, trying less and less to find someone. You’ve practically bled the school dry.”

I really have tried dating them all.

“So, you don’t think differently of me?”

“Not at all! It makes a hell of a lot of sense and there’s nothing wrong with it, Harry.”

I grin and give her a loose hug, comforted by her acceptance.

“What made you realize it, if I may ask?”

I take a deep breath and hop off of the counter, opening the fridge and pulling out two soda cans and handing one to Abby. I speak softly even though I hear Niall and Liam yelling at the telly upstairs.

“Just like you, I’ve been slowly noticing things about myself, but it’s like I couldn’t bring myself
to accept that fact that I might like guys. I remember kissing girls and constantly thinking how it
would feel if it were a bloke instead.”

I take a sip of my coke and lean against the counter Abby is sitting on.

“But, then today, I saw this man at school. Abbs, he was just flawless. Perfect hair, gorgeous eyes, incredible smile; and good lord, his arse...”

I realize I’m getting a little carried away and Abby giggles, her eyes squinted from smiling so much. She seems happy that I’ve come around.

“Anyway, as soon as I saw him, I had no more doubt about my sexuality. I’ve never been attracted to someone like I am to him. He’s actually all I can think about-“

“Well, who is he? What’s his name?”

She asks excitedly and my smile fades.

“I don’t know. That’s just the thing. He must be one of Mr. Malik’s friends, but he just came into class for a couple minutes and left. I followed him outside like a fucking creep and he smiled, got in his Mercedes, and drove off.”

“Woah! If he’s a friend of Mr. Malik’s, he must be older, huh?”

“Yeah, I’d imagine he’s in his late twenties. I need to know who he is, Abby! The worst part of it all is, even if I find out and he just so happens to be gay, he’s still an adult and I’m underage.”

I frown and Abby jumps off of the countertop.

“Hey, it’s alright. Maybe his signifcance is to show you something important about yourself.
You’ve finally admitted to yourself that you like men and that’s a big step-“

“No, you don’t understand: I want him!”

I’m not angry; I just want to get my point across. Nothing has seemed more important in my life. She sighs and pokes my chest playfully.

“Alright, well I’m going to help you find out who this mystery man is, even if it’s just going to lead to disaster.”

Suddenly, having someone to support me gives me a spark of encouragement.

“I am going to be eighteen in a few months. This could end decently.”

Abby rolls her eyes and gives me a hug.

“Don’t get your hopes up too high, pal.”

Too late.


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LOUIS’ P.O.V.


The drive home from work is uneventful and I’ve ignored two calls from Cece. I got take-out on my way and figure she’s already eaten. I stayed at the office as long as I could bear and as I pull into my driveway, it’s nine at night.

I loosen my tie as I approach the door, unlocking it and slipping inside, closing it softly behind me in high hopes that she’s already asleep for some reason.

“Louis! Is that you?”

I let out a disappointed sigh as I hear her voice echo from upstairs.

“Yeah! Who else would it be?”

I scoff sarcastically and set down my briefcase next to the door, kicking my shoes off lazily. I throw away the remnants from my disgusting dinner and leave my phone and keys on the counter before I walk up the stairs unenthusiastically. I stroll through the open door to our bedroom and find Cece laying there in nothing but a lace bra and matching thong.
I try not to visibly roll my eyes, but nothing about the scene in front of me is appealing. I have to think of some reason to get out of this.

“You look lovely, hon, but I need some sleep. I had a long day.”

I strip down to my boxers quickly and leave my clothes in a heap on the floor like always. I find some long pajamas so she’ll realize that I’m serious and not trying to tease her. I slip them on and shuffle to the bathroom, taking a piss and brushing my teeth quickly.
When I return to the bedroom, Cece is under the covers, crossing her arms and sitting against the headboard with a scowl.

“What is it?”

I only ask because I know I’ll get the answer regardless. I crawl into the bed and lay down facing her, trying to act interested.

“Are you cheating on me?”

“What?”

“You are, aren’t you?”

I see tears building in her eyes.

“No! What the fuck makes you think that?”

I’m more angry than consoling, but I can’t help it. I’ve never done anything to hurt her.

“You’ve been so distant, Louis! We haven’t made love in such a long time.”

We haven’t made love ever. Because I don’t love her.

“Cece, I’ve just been busy and tired. It’s not you-“

“-it’s me. I get it, Louis. You’re sick of me.”

I roll my eyes, trying to think of some good excuse and failing to find one.

“It’s not that, Cece. I...”

“You, what?”

I honestly don’t know what to say. I can’t even bring myself to lie anymore.

“I don’t know anymore, Cece. I’m not sick of you, I’m just-“

I think twice before continuing and feel like I must.

“I’m just sick of being in a relationship. Period.”

Her jaw drops and she starts to sob, her hands quickly trying to wipe away the tears. I try really
hard to seem apologetic. I honestly can’t believe I told her that.

“I’m so sorry, Cece. I’m just- I don’t know. We’ve changed a lot in the past couple years and I
don’t see it working out in the long run.”

“No, Louis. You’ve changed in the past couple years and I don’t know what I did wrong. I just- I can’t believe you right now!”

I throw the covers off of me and walk over to the dresser and find a t-shirt.

“I’m really sorry. I-I’ll just go stay somewhere else tonight. Do you want me to call your sister?”

She looks at me and shakes her head in disbelief. Sure, I probably should be more comforting, but I can’t find it within myself to hug her and console her. I’ve realized today after talking to Emma and just looking at Harry that Cece is not at all what I want. Now that I’ve admitted it to myself, I can’t keep going on like this; unhappily living with a woman I don’t even want to kiss.

“I can call her myself. Just- just go. I’ll be out of here by tomorrow night.”

I stand in the doorway for a minute, wondering if there’s anything else I should say, but I don’t have anything to make this situation better.

“Bye, Cece. I really am sorry.”

She only cries more and I turn away, hopping down the stairs, relief flooding over me in a
strange, uncomfortable way.

I grab my keys and phone before slipping on a pair of black Vans sitting by the door and walking out the front door. I make sure to lock it behind me and make my way to my car. Once I pull out of the driveway, I hold my phone and contemplate who I should call. I first consider Zayn, but I don’t want to intrude on him. Who knows what slut he has over tonight. The next idea pops into my head and before I can think about it, I dial the familiar number into my phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Marcy. I hate to ask you this, but is there any way I can stay there tonight?”

“Oh, lord. What did you do?”

I ignore her question and take it as a yes.

“I’ll see you in ten.”

Notes

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