"I'm only happy when I'm with you only."

"Louis! Stop! I can't breathe." Harry giggled like crazy one Saturday night when Louis was tickling him like crazy. It's been hard for both of them, the past few months. But they're getting used to it. Getting used to being called faggots by their own team.

Louis stops tickling Harry and lays down on top of Harry. The curly-haired boy breathes out in relief. "Thank god! Louis, you're such an-" Harry stooped talking when he felt a tear slide down his neck. Looking down at his miserable boyfriend, his lips turn into a deep frown. "What's wrong, sun?"

Louis doesn't answer, he just snuggles deeper into Harry's warm, comforting body. He presses a kiss to the warm neck, and he smiles slightly when he feels the pale skin raise goosebumps.

Harry doesn't ask Louis anymore about what's wrong. Just let it slides. Deep down, he knows why the sad, blue-eyed boy is crying. And truthfully, the man with curly hair wanted to cry as well.

That feels like the only solution, to cry. It's all they've been doing the past months. Crying themselves to sleep, waking up with sore throats, and headaches.

Every day, a fake smile is put on the gay couple's lips. The boys know that this is affecting their relationship and mental health, but no one is talking about it. No one knows how to bring it up.

The only time the couple is truly happy is when they're together in their own cozy home filled with pictures of them and their families. They can be themselves, without anyone judging and calling them ugly words.

When the short man first was spotted with Eleanor, numerous calls from their families rolled in. They had to turn their phones off that night, having no energy in their body left to explain the situation.

But the next day, they face-timed both their families and explained everything. Johannah was fuming and felt sorrowful for her favorite couple. She knew their team was homophobic and horrible, but never did she expect human beings to act like this.

Anne didn't have much of a reaction other than that she was dejected for her boys. Harry's mum was always good at hiding her true feelings, so the couple knew that she was feeling more than she was showing.

And that night, they fall asleep on the couch with Harry on top of the smaller boy.

-

It's Tuesday, which means that it is the day of yet another horrible pap walk. Today they're going to have their first kiss, and the blue-eyed man feels like throwing up just thinking about it. First of all, he's going to kiss another person while in a lovely relationship. Second of all, he's going to kiss a woman. A woman. He hasn't done that since high school, and it's not something he has been longing for.

Harry hasn't smiled all day. It makes the other man feel horrible, he feels like it's his fault. It's his fault that his boyfriend is feeling as miserable as he is. The blame is on him, he thinks with furrowed eyebrows and a frown on his lips. Usually, there would be a smile on the older man's lips when he's in the same room as his boyfriend, but lately, it hasn't been the same.

It's not like the love for the boy has vanished, because it hasn't. It's still there, and Louis thinks it's stronger than ever. But it's hard to express their feelings and love for each other, when every time they come into a room, ugly words are being thrown at them. Of course, it's hard for them. Anybody can understand that.

But it's like he hasn't had a real smile on his lips since this happened. He thinks Harry hasn't had one either, paradoxically. Even when they're on their own, laughs and cute words can never replace the feeling of being called a faggot, by a team who was meant to help them. They were there to help teenage boys get into the music industry, not put their confidence down.

They weren't there to make them feel like loving another boy was so so wrong.