After it hit me that I was in love with Louis, I didn't know what to think. On one hand, I am happy that I am in love. On the other hand, I am in love with my band mate, who is a guy.
Deciding to hide what I just found from all the guys, especially Louis, I continued walking toward the dressing room. Once I got there, I was met with a shirt being thrown at my face.
"Sorry, Harry!" I heard Louis call.
I pulled the shirt off of my face, but quickly wished I hadn't. When I pulled the shirt off of my face, I saw Louis standing there, without a shirt on. I immediately began blushing.
"Th-That's okay, Louis," I said as I turned away to stop my blush. In doing so, however, caused Niall to get a good look at my face and how red it was.
"Harry, can I talk to you out in the hallway?" Niall asked me. I nodded, then walked out with Niall close behind.
Niall shut the door behind him and got right down to the point. "Harry, do you, possibly, love Louis?" He asked me.
"No, of course not," I lied, "How could I love Louis? I am straight, not gay, Niall."
"Harry," Niall began. "I know you love Louis. I can see it."
I sighed and sat down on the floor as I realized that I couldn't lie to my best friend. "Alright, I love Louis," I confessed. "I don't know what is going on with me. All of a sudden, I just...I thought about how beautiful he was, and how much I loved his personality."
Niall kneeled beside me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Harry, it's alright. There is nothing wrong with being gay. No one can control who they fall in love with. Plus, being gay doesn't define what type of person you are. It is just one trait that makes you, you," he told me.
"But, Niall," I started, "Everyone imagines me as this perfect pop star who would marry someone like Taylor Swift. If it comes to light that I am gay and I like my band mate, I will be ridiculed."
He sighed. "Harry, anyone who would hate you just because of that, is an idiot. You are still the same person that you were, you just like guys. I am here to support you with any thing you decide," he reassured me.
"Really, Niall?" I asked him.
"Of course, Harry. We are friends. If I hated you just because of this, then what kind of friend would I be?" He told me with a smile.
I stood up and said, "Thanks so much, Niall." I hugged him and then walked back into the dressing room, with more confidence than before about who I am.
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It Started With a Compliment
RomanceNever, never in a million years would I believe what I was feeling. I am a pop star, I am supposed to be the perfect, flawless person that everyone thinks I am. I was, too, until I started looking at someone a little differently.
