We're finally at the Point Of View change that I was waiting for. Now we see people from a different light and things get revealed over time ...

Listen to the song for the chapter, guys. It's ... cute and related in a way

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Louis' Point Of View

5 years ago

Louis was sitting on top of the climbing frame close to the slides and was shaking with nerves. He felt nausea and feared he might throw up in the next few seconds but he knew had no reason to be this scared. What he was about to tell his best friend Harry was nothing to be afraid of. It would not scare him off, Louis knew that. Harry would accept it and tolerate it and love him the same but Louis was still afraid it would change something between them in the long run. He really couldn't lose his best friend.

"Lou, what's wrong?" climbed Harry up on the climbing frame and sat down next to Louis. "I got your text and immediately came here. What do you wanna tell me?".

"It's nothing bad or horrible. Well, maybe for some people it is, for a lot of people actually. Oh God, maybe it is horrible, after all and you will hate me and I was wrong" started Louis to panic now.

"Shh, Lou. Breathe. It's gonna be okay. I could never hate you and you know that. What ever this is about won't change that" cupped Harry Louis' face with both hands and looked intensively at him, making sure Louis would get every word and believe them. Those mesmerizing forest green eyes calmed Louis down in less than a second.

"This is better" smiled Harry warmly at him, letting go of Louis' face and he immediately missed the comforting touch. "You're gonna tell me now why you're such a mess? I don't know you like this".

Debating on how to word his confession, Louis glanced at Harry and then faced into the distance, playing nervously with his fingers like he always did when something was bugging him. "Okay. I um ... I recently discovered something and I'm gonna exploded if I don't tell you but I'm also scared of saying it out loud because I don't want you to look differently at me, although I know you will always love me. It's just that this is really difficult for me to say. It shouldn't but it is. Anyway, I have to tell you so that I can stop feeling weird when we talk about crushes in school and stuff like that. Because for a while I do feel strange during those conversations because I don't wanna talk about it. Now it has to come out or I will lose my mind. Please, don't hate me, Haz".

Squeezing his eyes shut, Louis felt like he was about to rib of the skin of his thumb due to how much he was scratching over it with pure nerves. Feeling his heart beating out of his chest, he took a deep breath and exhaled heavily. He really hoped he would survive his next words.

"Haz, I'm gay".

There it was. The words he has been so afraid to say out loud for months. He had accepted it a while ago but was scared to let someone know. Saying this today was such a big step for him but now he feared Harry could hate him for who he was and Louis couldn't live with that. That's why he kept his head down and fiddled with his fingers when the only thing left between them was silence.

Suddenly, Louis felt Harry's hand on his, grabbing it tightly while lifting Louis' chin up with the other hand. He could feel Harry looking at him, waiting to meet Louis' eyes. Scared as hell, Louis looked at Harry and locked eyes with him. Timid and scared blue eyes met soft and loving green eyes.

"Thank you fortelling me this, Lou. This was a big step for you and I know this. I feel honoured that you trust me enough to let me know about it. Figuring this out all on your own was probably nerve-wrecking and scary and letting someone know even scarier but, Lou. This doesn't change anything between us. I don't hate you because you're gay, Lou. I could never hate you for anything and definitely not because of who you love. Nothing changed. You're still you, maybe even more yourself than ever before and that makes you even more beautiful in my eyes" caressed Harry Louis' cheek gently and warmed his entire being with his words.

How was that boy one year younger than him? These words sounded like he was so much older and wiser. Harry really was the most special person on this planet and Louis loved him to pieces. He has been so scared of Harry's reaction. Never would he have thought he could say something like this. Deep down, he knew Harry would accept him because he was a very open-minded and tolerant person but there was always a bit of fear in the game of coming out, no matter who was sitting right in front of you.

"Did I mention that I love you?" snivelled Louis touched.

"I love you, too" pulled Harry him into his arms.

"Thank you, Haz. For simply being you. The amazing and stunning person you are with the purest heart and kindest soul in this world" mumbled Louis into Harry's chest.

"You sure you're not talking about yourself, Love?" could Louis practically feel the smile on Harry's lips. "And when did you turn so sappy? If Niall would hear you ...".

"Niall will never hear any of this" broke Louis away from the hug and made a weird face at Harry. "I have a reputation to lose. I'm tough".

"Of course, you are. The toughest guy out there with your non-existent reputation that could be ruined" rolled Harry his eyes at his best friend.

"Did you just make fun of me?" gasped Louis at him in shock.

"I guess, I did" grinned Harry proudly.

"You're growing up so fast. Oh my god" fake-cried Louis.

"Stop being such a drama queen, Louis" nudged Harry Louis' arm. "Better tell me if there is a special someone who made you realise you're gay in the first place".

That question let Louis' fake-crying die down and he avoided Harry's eyes again. The tree in the far distance was suddenly more interesting. Never could he tell him how he found about his sexuality or better because of whom.

"No, no one in particular. Just noticed guys are way more attractive than girls, in my eyes" lied Louis partly. There was no need to tell Harry about this. It was just a stupid first crush anyway and would go away in no time. He was sure of it.

"Race you to the swings" and with that Louis jumped up and ran over to the slide. He slid down and sprinted off to the swings with Harry right behind him like it always has been.

4 years ago

"What is this all about, Haz? Why are you being out here? You're afraid of heights" sat Louis down next to Harry, who was hiding away in his sisters' tree house in their backyard.

"Maybe getting a panic attack over the height will make this easier for me" was Harry shaking heavily and Louis automatically put an arm around him.

"What are you talking about?" knitted Louis his eyebrows together.

"It's my turn now to tell you something, Lou. Right now, I can understand even more why you were so nervous when you came out to me. Revealing your true colours to someone you love and know for so long is pretty scary" sounded Harry's voice very shaky.

"You can tell me everything, Haz. It's just me" pressed Louis a gentle kiss to Harry's temple.

"I know and I really love you for that. I can still remember your coming out word by word and you know why? Because it hasn't left my head ever since. It didn't give me peace. I thought so much about how you figured that out without having a special someone and if I would even notice that. Then I thought back about everything we ever watched and everyone we ever met and kinda noticed that I maybe was more into the guys than the girls, after all" rambled Harry strangely but Louis understood everything he was trying to express with his words.

"Are you saying ...".

"Yes, Lou. I think I'm gay just like you" revealed Harry to him in a trembling voice.

"Haz, you once told me that this doesn't change anything, remember? I'm so glad that you told me this, Love. I'm so proud of you, pup. Now you can let out all of your colours and just be who you are" beamed Louis brightly at him.

"I'm scared people will hate me for it" admitted Harry meekly.

"Did Niall hate me for it?" titled Louis his head aside in question and Harry just shook his head. "See? He's the only one apart from your family that matters, Haz. Everyone else is unimportant. You will always have us, pup. No matter where you go I will always be by your side through everything".

"I love you so much, Lou" smiled Harry tearfully at him.

"I love you more, Haz" leaned Louis their foreheads together before flicking Harry's nose lightly, earning a cute little giggle from him.

"So, any crushes then, Sweetheart?" asked Louis nonchalantly, pushing his crush away that didn't go away yet.

"No. Nothing but I'm sure it will come pretty soon" replied Harry confidently.

"Give it time, Haz. Don't jump head-first into anything. First, we start High School tomorrow. It won't hit you on your first day already" was Louis sure of it, but boy, was he wrong.

Because that crush literally hit Harry on their first day of Freshman Year. Right around Lunch time and Louis had to witness it with his own eyes, not believing what he saw. It happened right after introducing Àmber and Aria to Niall and Harry after meeting them in his Spanish course.

"Haz, these are Àmber and Aria. They're in our Spanish class and we got along, so I thought why not introduce them to my Haz?!" introduced Louis the two girls to his best friend.

"Hi, nice to meet you" smiled Harry politely at them.

"Nice to meet you, too" smiled Aria back.

"When you're not in Spanish does this mean you have French?" asked Àmber directly. This straight-forwardness reminded Louis of himself and that's why they got along so quickly.

"Yeah, I like it" nodded Harry curtly. Louis knew he wasn't good at meeting new people but he was doing a good job so far for his standards.

"Wow, I suck at it. That's why I chose Spanish" marvelled Àmber impressed.

"Yeah, only because of that" snorted Aria sassily.

"Sometimes I hate you, Becca" glared Àmber at her friend.

"Becca?" looked Niall confusedly at them.

"My second name is Rebecca. She calls me Becca since we met" explained Aria to them. "And I call her Lia. Short for Delia".

"Ah, that makes sense. Just like these two call each other Lou and Haz. Could have also been Will and Ed, but who cares?!" pointed Niall at Louis and Harry.

"We don't know each other for longer than a few minutes but can I ask you something?" asked Àmber hesitantly.

"Yeah, sure. How else can we become friends?" faced Louis her now with Harry's head on his shoulder.

"Are you two together?".

That question made Harry laugh and shortly after Louis joined his laughter, but it felt forced. That question had hit him unprepared although he should have seen it coming because Niall had asked them the same question when they first met. Àmber and Aria just watched them while Niall almost fell of his chair. He knew it was bullshit and found it hilarious while Louis wanted to disappear.

"No, definitely not" brought Harry out between his laughter. For some reason that hurt Louis a lot.

"People always think that because we're so close but no, we're just friends" told Louis her, trying to sound calm and not bitter.

"That's nice. At least you're not mad at me for asking. You know, could have been that ... yeah" trailed Àmber off.

"I know what you mean. We could have both been straight as hell and could have snapped at you" understood Louis what she was trying to say. "Don't worry. I'm gay, so no need to be careful".

"Me too. Now I'm really relieved" sighed Àmber out. Weirdly enough, that didn't surprise him at all.

"Not topic related, but I love your shirt, Harry" spoke Aria up.

"Thank you" blushed Harry a bit. He was wearing a pink shirt with different flowers on it.

"Aw, he is blushing. You're so adorable" cooed Aria at him.

"Told you so" grinned Louis satisfied. Harry had always been insecure about his feminine clothing style but now he got complimented for it just as Louis has always told him.

"Yeah, yeah. But you're not objective. You love m ..." wanted Harry to counter cheekily but froze in his place. Confusedly, Louis followed his gaze and spotted a fucking tall blonde guy.

"Hazza?" waved Niall his hand in front of Harry's eyes but Harry didn't notice that. "Guess he just fell in love with that guy over there".

"Who? That tall one?" looked Aria around.

"Yeah, definitely not. He probably remembered something important. Did I mention that I met a guy named Zayn? He told me he is into Arts" said Louis tensely, telling himself Harry was not focused on that guy.

"Really? Introduce me to him, yeah? But now I wanna find out the name of Harry's first crush" was Niall more focused on that guy than Louis.

"Not a crush. He is not even Harry's type. Right, Haz?" tore Louis him out of his trance, really hoping he was right.

"Definitely my type" sighed Harry dreamily and Louis felt sick to the stomach.

Louis looked over at that guy again. He was blonde with blue eyes and very tall and looked strong. Objectively spoken he was handsome but nothing special in Louis' eyes. He shrugged it off and focused on his food again. This was Harry's first day of Freshman Year. This crush would be gone as soon as it came and nothing would change. Right?

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Guess you were wrong, Louis. And we all know that.

But we've got a few more memories. What are your thoughts on them?