Pride {l.s.}

5- Kiss Like That

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Chapter dedicated to ziaammm for all of her amazing comments!

Niall is almost falling over laughing as we walk away from the protesters. He has a good, hearty laugh that causes both Harry and I to start laughing.

"You should have seen their faces!" Niall exclaims once he calms down slightly.

"How did the picture turn out?" Harry asks. He slides his hand out of mine in order to look at the picture on Niall's phone. He nods his head before handing it back to him. I notice that his hand doesn't hold mine again. "Perfect. Well, we best get going. Louis here just came out for some groceries."

Harry says a quick goodbye to Niall. After Harry steps away, I find Niall in front of me saying goodbye.

"Please take care of him. He's a good guy," Niall says with another smile.

"No, it's not like that. I'm straight and-"

"Louis, it's okay. You two look cute anyways. Take your time."

That's all Niall says to me before he leaves. I turn around to see Harry still waiting for me. I shyly walk over to him, and we continue walking in silence together. We take a slightly different route in order to avoid the protest, but we make it to the grocery store just fine.

"I just need some simple things," I tell Harry. "Just cereal, milk, and some fruit."

"That's just about the shortest grocery list I've ever heard. None of those are made for cooking either," Harry comments as we walk down the aisles of the store. It's practically empty here since it's so late at night by now.

"I don't cook much," I admit as I scan the different types of milk available.

"I'm quite a good cook if I don't say so myself. I'll cook you dinner one night," Harry says nonchalantly as I open the door to grab a small jug of skim milk.

I try not to say it, but I can't help myself. "Did you just ask me out on a date?"

Harry perks up a little bit and turns to face me. "I suppose I just did."

I shake my head and laugh. "Sorry, Harold. I don't swing that way."

"That's not my name, and the way you kissed me begs to differ," Harry comments as he steps in front of me. First when he mentioned coming out stories and now with that comment makes me feel like he's trying to get me to say something that I don't want to say.

"It was for the protest, Harry. All for the protest."

Harry looks somewhat hurt, but he doesn't say anything as we begin to walk down the aisle.

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"I can carry the milk, Lou."

"You're already holding the bag with the cereal and fruit. I can carry the milk."

"But the milk looks heavy."

"And we're a block away from where I live. I can manage."

Harry hasn't left my side since he found me in the middle of a crowd at a pride parade. We did have someone come up to us and tell us we're a very cute couple. Harry said some comment about how he knows and he's the luckiest guy alive. I rolled my eyes and continued walking.

"Why are we in front of the studio you work at?" Harry asks as I begin to unlock the door to Mind of Mine. Zayn already closed up for the night. He probably left after he realized I wasn't going to be back anytime soon.

"I technically own it, but I live here for your information," I reply as I open the door and let us in. I turn on the lights, and the main display room lights up.

"Like you live above it?" Harry asks as he follows me across the display room and back down the hallway.

"No, I don't live above it," I grumble before I open the door to my room. I tried to shake Harry loose since I don't want him seeing where I live. It's embarrassing, but it's quite hard to get rid of Harry.

"Louis, why the hell am I looking at a bed, a mini fridge, and a dresser?"

It's cleaned up, but that doesn't make it look any bigger. Harry has difficulties making his way around the bed to the mini fridge. He sets the bag of groceries down on top of the mini fridge before he turns to face me.

"Please explain yourself, Lou," Harry says a lot softer this time, but it doesn't help me.

Everything crashes in my mind.

We held hands and kissed. He destroyed so many things that I worked years to fix. Now he's invading my privacy and asking questions that are none of his business. It was lovely being with him today, but this needs to stop before I completely relapse. I don't know why I went along with everything earlier, but it needs to stop before it goes too far.

"It's none of your business. Now it was nice to have your help today, but I think you should be leaving now."

The fierce words taste bad in my mouth. I want to wrap my arms around him and tell him not to go, but I can't let that part of me go. I want his lips back on mine, and I need him gone before I do something else that I'll regret. I don't regret that kiss, but I wish I did.

Harry is speechless for a moment before he nods his head. He walks around me, and his body brushes past mine. I'm going to miss his touch. He was always gentle with me.

Once Harry reaches the doorway, he speaks over his shoulder. "I don't know what just happened between us, Lou, but I need you to know that that kiss out there was the best kiss I've ever had. Straight boys don't kiss like that."

I suppress the urge to cry as I watch him walk out of the room and my life.

It was a nice little fling thing we had going on, but they're called flings for a reason. It's like when you fling a rubber band or something across the room. It's flying high and strong before it comes crashing down and slams into the floor. The feeling in my heart right now makes me know that our fling just hit the floor.

I walk out of my room and lock the place up before I head to the bathroom that's inside the studio. As I look in the mirror, I see the flag on my cheek that shows the love and pride of these people that I wish I could be apart of. I just can't. I wipe the flag off with a washcloth. I miss the colors that used to be on my cheek the moment it is gone.

I lay on my small twin bed for awhile scrolling through different social media sites. I decide to search something that has been itching at the back of my mind. I search for #orlandopride and come across a wide variety of pictures from the day. There's so many bright colors, and it takes a couple moments before I finally see it.

We do look good together. Scratch that. We look amazing together. My hand is in Harry's hair with our bodies flush up against each other. He leans down slightly to kiss me, but it makes the picture even more precious. You can see protesters in the back, but the first thing a person would see would be these two boys kissing as if there is nothing else around them.

As I scan through the hashtag some more, that picture of Harry and I appears more and more often. People are reposting it like crazy. After several minutes of looking thoroughly, I find myself on the original page that posted the picture. The username is simply harrystyles, and I know that it's the right page. I tap to view the most recent image to see the picture of Harry and I.

The caption below the photo reads Kissed the prettiest boy today because love is love.

A/N

Poor little Louis. He's an idiot, but aw aren't they cute together...

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