I know some of you have been waiting for this for a while now, and it's finally done. In this one, Larry comes out. I hope you like it.
Several months went by. Management continued watching Harry's and Louis's every movement, but just slightly not as closely as time went on. The boys still behaved themselves for the most part, except for that one time when Harry "accidentally" brushed his hand against Louis's bum as he passed by him during the concert.
They were both set up on dates with different people quite often, never going out with the same girl more than twice, which only made it seem like they were players. It was seriously trashing their reputation, especially since Louis already had a "kid."
"Louis, this has gone on for too long and it's getting out of hand. I'm tired of it!" Harry complained. They had been a band for four years already, and their whole relationship was hidden from the public, four long years of lies that they had been forced to tell. He was laying with Louis in his bunk in the tour bus one night after a long night of watching Netflix.
Louis rubbed Harry's back comfortingly. "I know, love. It'll stop one day. It just has to."
"Well then why not now then?" Harry almost shouted. "Why don't we just end this thing right now?"
"End it? What are you talking about, Harry?" Louis asked, completely confused.
"I'm talking about coming out. I mean...why don't we?" Harry stared into Louis's crystal blue eyes, reddened from the need for sleep.
Louis was taken aback. "Wait, you mean, just like, out of the blue?" Usually Louis was the spontaneous one, not Harry. He was utterly surprised at what he was suggesting.
"Yeah," Harry said, staring at the patterns on his pillow. "Why not? What if we came out at tomorrow's concert?"
"Tomorrow!? That's a little soon, don't you think?" Louis asked, his eyebrows raised. "If we're gonna do this, it might as well be something special and planned out."
"Okay, you're right," Harry said with a sigh, and then he realized Louis wasn't protesting his idea. "Wait...you mean you want to do this?"
Louis hesitated before responding. "Well...yeah. I'm actually kinda excited for the idea."
Harry's stomach erupted in happy butterflies and let out a little high-pitched laugh. "So how do you wanna do it?"
Louis yawned and looked down at his watch. "I'm tired. Let's talk about this in the morning, yeah?"
Harry grumbled. "Fine, but don't change your mind about it."
"I won't, Haz. I'm all in."
The next day, they found some time to talk in between getting ready for interviews that morning. "So Louis, any ideas, yet?" Harry asked before putting the toothbrush in his mouth. Louis hung outside the door because there wasn't enough room inside the bathroom for both of them.
"Well, before we talk about it, I was thinking that we'll have to tell the guys first. I mean, it's only fair. We can't just-," Louis said, but was cut off by an eavesdropping Niall.
"Tell us what?" Niall asked. He was shirtless and holding his change of clothes in his hands.
Harry and Louis looked at each other through the bathroom mirror as if they'd been caught doing something they shouldn't, and Harry momentarily stopped brushing his teeth.