harry is really not louis's type.

he is taller than him. (which isn't that difficult to be fair, but still.)

he has a deeper voice than him.

he is more confident.

so basically harry is not the type of friend louis would like to have in his friend group.

because harry is everything louis is not.

and louis shudders while thinking about it but harry probably has a thicker cock than him.

(which isn't so hard, but...)

louis just stands next to the counter. watches harry go away. back to his friends.

yeah, louis has niall, but the blonde one is occupied at the moment and doesn't have time to listen to louis's whiny voice.

louis looks down. sadly, kind of. harry was nice. a bit nice. but not too much and not too less.

nice.

louis needs nice people. people who won't run away, when he complains too much, when he bitches a lot. when he is his horrbile self.

so louis decides to jump over his sticks and stones of stubborness and go after harry.

he tips at his biceps.

strong biceps, he notices sadly. he himself is too lazy to go the gym a lot and it's just in his genes to not be a body builder or even near that.

harry turns around with a raised eyebrow.

"i'm sorry for being mean." louis's voice is too small and shy to hear over the blasting music. but harry knows what he said just by looking at him.

this sad face, this pouty lip.

louis makes harry to want to go home with him, carry him to bed and manhandle him through the night.

slow sex, low whines, sweaty pillows and breath taking orgasms.

"so...?" louis looks at him expectantly.

"oh, eh... yeah, okay it's fine. but be nice to me from now on, yeah?"

"i will." louis tries to smile. it's hard to not make it look like a smiling joker.

"can i have your number?" harry scartches his neck nervously, looks around in case louis says no.

"of course." the smaller one pulls out his iphone. too big for his hands, so he has to hold it in two.

harry smiles. cute.

louis is just so goddamn cute!

he gives the phone to harry after unlocking it and harry types in his number. he holds the phone with one hand. with no problems and a wide eyed looking louis in the background.

louis really thinks he wants to have big hands.

big hands are nice. harry's hands in particular.

"here you go. i sent myself a message to have yours."

harry's phone vibrates in his pocket, he pulls it out and nods. "yep, done."

louis just nods, gives harry a thumbs up and decides to order another round.

the night isn't over yet after all and maybe after another drink he can tell harry a bit about his crisis.

louis orders two of these green blue-y drinks and sits down on a stool. harry follows next to him.

they just look around nervously. not really having something to talk about since they have decided to be nice to each other.

louis really wants to bitch at harry but there is no reason and he's scared of being alone again.

the drinks arrive, louis pays and they sip quietly.

suddenly louis huffs. "you know... guys are nice."

"oh, really?" it's not full of emotion but louis thinks harry speaks like this to signal louis he can go on. and whatever he is going to say, is okay and normal.

"yeah, i like having attention... kind of. especially from men."

harry nods, looks shortly in louis's direction and then away again.

"a-and i'm okay with gay men... i'm really okay with them."

"you are in a gay bar after all." harry's voice is soft.

maybe it's this.

maybe it's this softness that louis has needed to open up.

so he just goes for it.

"i think i want to try having sex with guys."

harry nearly swallows his straw.

"i mean, i'm twenty-one and even prince harry of england has decided to try guys." he shrugs.

"no big deal then?"

"yeah." louis smiles. "we are all just people after all, right? and maybe i would like it."

"maybe you would." harry sucks at the straw again. he needs more alcohol.

"when did you try the first time, harry?" louis looks at harry curiously. and it's so adorable and innocent. so pure, that harry wants to straight away die.

he turns his body in louis's direction. "well. when i was fifteen i had my first time with a guy."

"that's early." louis's eyes go wide.

"i was never someone to talk about gender. i was never one of this douchebags who would bully gay kids or something. i was tolreant - am tolerant and i always liked to... experience things... you have to do things to judge over them or to know what you want."

louis furrows his brows. then he nods and plays with the black straw in his fingers. he sucks at the object, swallows the sweet drink and feels himself getting warm inside.

and bothered.

the good kind of bothered...

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btw i made a few cute edits... you can look at them in the media of the first chapters...

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