One Direction Slash Shots

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First one shot!

For jellyturtle101

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Harry's POV

The rain is soaking me to the bone, but I don't care. I can hardly breathe, and I feel like I'm going to keel over and die if I continue sprinting, but I don't care. All I care about at this moment in time is finding Louis, and proving Liam wrong...

***flashback***

I was sitting in the poky little apartment living room and staring at the wall when Liam poked him head through the door. 'Grub's up, Haz.'

I didn't credit him with a response. 'Harry?' he moved in closer and sat on the couch next to me. 'You okay there?'

I simply shook my head.

'You're thinking about him, aren't you?'

My head whipped around to face him, wearing a comical expression of horror. 'What?'

'You've got that faraway look on your face you get whenever he enters a room.'

Well shit. Am I really that bad at keeping secrets? 'How did you guess?' I asked evenly.

Liam laughed sympathetically. 'You don't exactly hide it well, Haz. The way you look at him, all those little inside jokes and innuendos you two share. Hell, it couldn't be more obvious if you had “I FANCY LOUIS TOMLINSON” tattooed across your forehead.'

I planted my face in my hands. I wasn't exactly the most introverted person around. The fans and the boys knew almost everything there is to know about me, from my hatred of beetroot and white cars to my partiality to Milky Way Crispy Rolls. 'Do the lads know?' I asked finally, not without some trepidation.

'I think they've guessed by now.'

'Do you reckon HE knows?'

'Nah, you know how clueless Lou is. He didn't realize that Larry Stylinson wasn't a real person with a funny name until we explained it to him.'

I snorted a little bit, but it came out more like a sob. 'I need to tell him, Li. I can't keep hiding it from him and watch him go out with that Eleanor bitch. I need to know if Louis loves me back.'

Liam looked a little shocked at my harshness towards Louis' current girlfriend. I actually didn't have a problem with Eleanor; she was a perfectly nice, perfectly sweet girl, and perfect for Louis. But love makes people say and do strange things.

'And if he doesn't?' questioned Liam cautiously.

'Them at least I'll know I had the courage to tell him in the first place.'

Liam sighed a little, rubbing my arm in what was meant to be a comforting gesture, but it felt more like pity. 'I don't know, Harry. Sure, Lou plays up to all your bromance stuff, but you've seen how he is with Eleanor, and with any other girl for that matter. I'm pretty sure he's straight.'

I already had had a horrible gut feeling, but hearing someone say it aloud was unbearable. I stood up violently, pushing Liam's arm away. 'I have to try. I have to tell him, because it kills me every day.'

Without further ado I sprinted from Liam's flat, pushing past a surprised looking Niall who had just walked in the door, and into the pouring rain.

***end of flashback***

My white Converse are soaked through and a grimy grey by the time I reach mine and Lou's flat. He hasn't been feeling too well lately, and declined the invitation for a movie night at Liam's place. I barrel through the apartment door, bursting into the living room and scaring the beejesus out of Louis. He had been curled on the couch, blanket tucked around him and laptop on his knees, but he leapt into the air and slammed the lid of the computer shut at my somewhat dramatic entrance.

'Jesus Christ Harry!' he pants, hand pressed to his heart. 'Don't do that to me!' It's then that he notices that I'm soaked through and shivering, dripping on the hardwood floor. He sighs and motions me over, tossing his blanket over my shoulders. 'Wait here,' he commands. Lou wanders off, presumably to get me a change of clothes, but knowing him, he'll return with a plate of carrots and a martini.

I watch him go. It sounds horribly cliché, but I actually love every little thing about Louis, one fifth of One Direction. I love his silky hair, and the way he gels his fringe up. I love his strange addiction to carrots, and how he tries to hide his blushes when someone mentions Larry Stylinson. I love his quirky sense of humor, and the way he makes stripes look damn sexy.

In short, I, Harry Edward Styles, love Louis William Tomlinson. My straight band mate and best friend.