Liam's eyes widen and he stops laughing quickly, "I'm sorry, okay? Please don't cry." He helps his sad friend up off the floor and hugs him, "I know it's not funny but you have to admit you should've told the truth."

"I k-know I-I know. I was j-just em-embarrassed and scared." Louis hides his face in his friends chest, "Scared of what?"

The taller man asks while rubbing his hand up and down his back, "S-Scared of-of him not r-really liking m-me back. S-Scared of h-him h-hurting me like t-the o-other guys. Just-" He cuts himself off by groaning into his chest while remembering all his other crushes that humiliated him and embarrassed him.

"Louis you can't compare Harry to them. They was lame fucked up highschool boys that was trying to look cool and impress their friends. He would never do that to you. From what I've seen he respects you enough not to embarrass you like they did. He likes you, Lou and the only person he's trying to impress is you."

"W-what about Stan?" Louis asks, about his first "real boyfriend" from his second year in college, finally pulling away he wipes his tears, "Stan was just a asshole that didn't know how to love. Again Harry isn't him. Just take things slow if you really want to. He's old enough to understand."

"Y-you s-sure?" He says with a pouts.

"Positive now call him."