"Oh Louis." I wrapped my arms forcefully around his waist and he wrapped his arms around my body, holding me tightly. We stood like this for a while in silence beside a sniffle from him every now and then. When I pulled away his cheeks were flushed and he had tear streaks down his face, which I quickly wiped away with the pads of my thumbs.
"I'm so scared Angie." He finally whispered, squeezing his eyes closed as if he was in pain.
"Scared of what Louis? What happened?" I pushed.
"You love me right? As a best friend, you love me?" He asked hopefully.
"Louis, you're family to me. Of course I love you." I assured him with honesty.
"I need to tell you something I haven't told anyone." His voice shook.
"I'm here for you, whatever it is, Louis. Please relax." I calmly spoke, pulling him down so he was sitting beside me on his bed.
His leg bounced, his hands shook violently and his breathing was heavy. I have never in all my life seen Louis like this, except for when his father left.
"Angie..." He whimpered.
"Take your time Louis." I grabbed his shaking hand and squeezed them reassuringly.
"Remember Laura?" He asked.
"The girl you dated in the 10th grade for two weeks?" I recalled.
"Yes, I didn't break up with her because she cheated on me." He mumbled. "I broke up with her because I didn't like her."
"Why didn't you just say so?" I asked, confused with where this was heading.
"I only dated her to try and convince myself that I was just confused and that I was actually straight and not gay." He said.
"Wait. What?!" I stared at him in shock.
"Angie... I'm gay." His eyes began to water again.
"Louis, why are you so scared?" I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed.
"Because I'm scared all the people who grew up around me who thought I was straight will leave me. Dylan made it seem so great to finally be able to not worry about it and it just made me want to tell someone.
"If somebody leaves you for being who you really are, then you definitely do not need them in your life." I told him, squeezing his hand.
After a few moments of silence, Louis pulled away from me and gave me a small kiss on the cheek.
"Can we talk about how hot Dylan is now?" He smirked against my cheek, just after he left a small kiss.
"I heard he's really into gay guys." I pulled back and gave him a wink which he laughed at.
"Thank you for being so understanding." He smiled. "Do you think you can stay for dinner and help me tell my family?"
I sat in between Louis and Louis' cheeky little half brother Ernest, who sat in his high chair, spooning at his plate of peas and corn. Around the table sat Louis mum and his stepfather who was feeding Ernest's twin, Doris. There was also the rest of Louis' sisters, Lottie, Felicite and the twins, Phoebe and Daisy.
I grabbed hold of Louis' hand and squeezed it under the table for encouragement, before turning back to Ernest to kept tapping his spoon on my shoulder.
"Um," Louis cleared his throat, grabbing everyone's attention. "I need to tell you all something, and before any of you say anything I want you to remember that I am still your son and still your brother."
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The Teacher // h.sFanfiction
We all have that one teacher who is stubborn, narrow-minded and intolerant. Angelina's new History teacher, Mr. Styles could not be described any other way. Besides his dazzling green orbs and charming smile, he is nothing but someone she cannot s...