no homo // larry stylinson ⚣

Act II: Scene Six

How could I know which of those feelings were real; If I haven't felt them once in the past year?

"Have you ever liked a girl? Even though, you're gay and all?" I asked, immediately realising how ignorant I sounded.

Sean laughed, "No, I haven't. I'm gay, not bi."

Bi. The word rang in my ear. It was incredibly familiar to me, yet hearing it out loud felt so new.

"Right," I nodded, going back to my work. I tried to play it cool, pretending like I had little interest in the subject.

I continued painting, getting lost in my thoughts once again.

P O V : L O U I S

Harry had been at the art class for a few hours now, and sitting alone at home was starting to get boring. Since I had nothing better to do, I decided to take a walk around the neighbourhood.

I stepped outside, feeling the cool, autumn breeze. Even though it was chilly out, it was a beautiful day. The sun shone through the clouds, and orange leaves surrounded the pavement.

I turned a corner, before realising that I had walked into an alleyway.

There was a single girl leaning against the wall, wearing daisy dukes and a revealing top, lighting the end of a cigarette between her fingers. She brought it to her lips, surveying her surroundings. When, she saw me, her face softened, and she quickly put on a suggestive smirk.

"Hey cutie," she moaned. I looked around, wanting nothing but to leave. She cackled, making me cringe.

"What's a hot guy like you doing all alone?" she asked, standing up from her leaning position to make her way towards me.

"You look lost, but don't worry," she paused, "I'm willing to take you home."

My face reddened in annoyance. "I'm ga- I mean, I'm good, but thanks," I coughed.

"Oh honey, you're only gay because you haven't had a taste of this yet," she remarked, gesturing to her body.

"I really don't have time for this," I sighed, turning around to face where I came from. I heard the girl scoff.

"You'll be back," she called out. "Who could resist me?"

I rolled my eyes, waking away. I sure could.

I decided I had seen enough of the neighbourhood for one day, and walked back to the flat. I was already getting used to making my way around Camden.

I was about to turn the key, until I realised that the door was already unlocked.

I opened the door and walked inside. "Harry?" I called out.

There was no response, so I went upstairs to try and find him.

When he wasn't in the bedroom, I came to the conclusion that he was in the office. I went up the stairs and swung open the door.

"Harry, I've been- oh," I trailed off as I took in the scene before me.

Harry stood in front of a colourful canvas, his eyebrows furrowed, with a thin paintbrush tucked behind his ear.

He had headphones in his ears, and was swaying to whatever song he was listening to. His chest was completely bare, giving me a clear view of the tattoos spread across his chest.

I let myself wonder if he designed them all himself. Considering his talent, I wouldn't be surprised if he'd sketched every single one of them. I wondered if they had specific meanings, and why he got them in the first place.

I don't quite know how long I stood there, astonished at the scene in front of me. Soon, Harry began move more, making abrupt movements in his hips. It took me a while to realise he was dancing.

He carried on making the most ridiculous movements I've ever seen, his lanky body making him look even more awkward. I couldn't stop myself from giggling, and I soon burst into hysterical laughter.

Harry turned to me, jumping in surprise. He stumbled back, falling to the floor and landing on his bum.

"How long have you been standing there?" He asked, looking slightly panicked. I froze.

"Uh, awhile I guess," I chuckled, feeling a bit embarrassed myself. He raised his eyebrows in confusion, but eventually shrugged and rose to his feet.

"You just don't understand. When Britney Spears comes on, I can't help myself from dancing like an idiot," Harry explained.

I rolled my eyes, "First Ariana Grande, now Britney Spears? Lord, help me," I teased.

"I hate you," Harry sighed.

"Aww, I hate you more," I said sarcastically.

"No you don't," Harry said smugly. I chuckled.

"Yeah, I don't," I said. With that, Harry grinned and pranced out of the room.

AN: Larry is cute. Is there any more to be said?

— Ava and Melina