Chapter 17

**Louis' POV**

What the hell just happened? Harry kissed me? And we confessed our love for each other? Oh my God. He loved me. He actually loved me! That was unbelievable. I never thought that this was ever going to happen. We'd kissed! Not only once, but twice! I was literally in heaven.

We were currently standing a few yards away from one of the goals on the field and a ball was placed in front of my feet. I could never be as good at football as Harry told me I was going to be. Everybody knew I was bad at sports, so why even try when I already had tried so many times before? Well, this time I did it with Harry, so maybe things would go better now...? Eh, probably not.

"So, we'll start with something simple, if that's okay?" Harry smiled at me.

I nodded, looking down at the ball that just looked so dangerous. I know, I'm weird...

"We'll just start with passing the football to each other."

"Okay," I mumbled, backing a few steps so there was a little distance between us.

Harry passed the ball to me and I literally panicked. I squealed and jumped as the ball rolled over to me, so it kept rolling until it lost its pace and stopped behind me.

I turned to look at Harry shyly. "I'm sorry...?" I blushed.

He shook his head and jogged over to me, chuckling. "You're really scared of touching the football, aren't you?" he laughed, kissing my temple.

Tingles went through my body and shivers ran down my spine. What this boy did to me...

I nodded, looking up at him.

"You're too adorable, I swear," he said with a smile and pecked my lips before jogging over to fetch the ball.

When he came back, he placed it in front of me again. What would actually happen if I touched it? Well, the most likely thing to happen would be that I fell over... I always slipped on the ball or something in these kinds of situations.

I thought back to that time when I had been about to kick the ball but had got distracted by Harry who had been leaning against a wall, talking to some girl. I'd slipped before I'd even touched the ball...

I suddenly tensed up, and this time it wasn't because I would soon lie on the grass, grimacing at the pain that would shoot through my body. No, it was because of something worse, much worse. Harry had been standing there, talking to a girl. Not that that was anything unusual, but it reminded me of something. Harry had a girlfriend at this very moment, while he was here, confessing his love for me.

Harry noticed my sudden silence and placed his hands on my shoulders, looking me deep in the eyes. "Louis, what happened? If you don't want to do this, it's okay, we can j--"

"No," I cut him off. "It's not that. It's just... I just remembered something important," I mumbled.

"Would you mind me asking what this thing is?"

I took a deep breath. "I knew you didn't love me," I said, turning around to start walking away from the field.

I knew this was too good to be true. I was just a piece of his game he played every day. Maybe I was even an experiment to see if he liked boys. However, the most important thing right now was that he didn't love me.

I felt tears well up in my eyes. Of course he didn't love me! How could he? He was just too perfect to ever be mine.

Before I had even taken ten steps from him, a hand grabbed my arm and turned me around. I looked into the prettiest eyes I'd ever seen in my life, and would ever see. They were just pure perfection, and I was so in love with them, and the body and soul that belonged to them.

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, pressing our bodies together.

I tried to pull away, but he wouldn't budge. "Please Harry, just let me go," I whined, but he shook his head.

"Not until you tell me what you got that from," he ordered with an almost hurt voice.

I looked down at our feet. "Y-You've got a g-girlfriend," I murmured.

To my surprise, he burst out laughing, and I raised a questioning eyebrow at him. Why was he laughing? "Was it only because of that?" he asked when his laughter was slowly dying down.

I looked at him in disbelief. "Only? It's important, Harry! You never take relationships seriously! What did I think? That I could ever be in a relationship with you?" I snapped, trying to get out of his hold, but he still wouldn't let me.

"Lou," he whispered. "That's not what I meant, at all. I meant that I broke up with Amber this morning because she didn't even care that I'd kissed another girl, and because I didn't want to be together with her anymore. But, if that's what you think, maybe we shouldn't--"

I cut him off by slamming my lips against his. He didn't move at first, just let me kiss him until he finally reciprocated the kiss by starting to work his lips against mine. My lips moved roughly against his as I let my tongue slip into his half-opened mouth to swirl against his, causing shivers to run down my spine. His lips suddenly left my mouth for a second only to move to my jaw and down to my neck. The feeling that joined me when he started sucking and biting on the skin the skin there made me release a loud moan.

If I hadn't been so focused on what was happening, I would've smacked a hand over my mouth in embarrassment, but I had other things to think about than feeling embarrassed, like how amazing Harry's lips felt against my neck. He let his tongue trail up to my ear, which made shivers run down my spine all over again. Oh, how good that felt.

"I do love you, so much," he breathed into the shell of my ear.

I let out another moan, making him laugh and bite down on my earlobe.

Oh, God! My legs went numb, and I fell down to the ground, taking Harry with me in the fall. His teeth disconnected with my ear, and we burst out laughing. Since my head was on Harry's chest, it started vibrating by his laughter. "I love you too," I said as we quieted down.

He gave me a wide smile and leaned up to kiss my lips. "That's great, because I don't know what I would do without you right now."

I slapped him on the chest, feeling embarrassed. "I'm sure you at least would've survived."

He shook his head seriously. "No, I don't think so."

That caused me to blush like never before. He actually needed me that much?

I would with no doubt be able to lay there for the rest of my life, but I had something to learn, didn't I? So, I reluctantly got up and extended a hand for Harry to take. He took it with a smile on his face. As soon as we were both on our feet, I said; "So, let's get this over with" and motioned to the ball that was lying a few yards away from us.

Harry nodded, taking my hand and pulled me towards it. "Just try passing me the ball, okay?"

I nodded and glanced at it before looking back up at Harry. I stepped forward and... thump. I fell to the ground, my butt landing on the grass as the ball was still lying in front of me. I sighed, wincing a little at the pain that shot through my body.

Right then, I heard a loud laughter. Oh no, he did not...

"You literally slipped on the grass, Boo" Harry laughed, clapping his hands together.

I lied down on my back, groaning in embarrassment. Why did I have to be so bad at sports?!

Before I knew it, a body kneeled down beside me. "Let's just go back to school instead. We've probably missed an amount of lessons already."

I nodded and got up on my feet. After Harry had changed back to his normal clothes again, we started walking back to school in silence. When we'd walked for a while, he inhaled a nervous breath.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "What's the matter, Haz?"

His eyes widened at the nickname. "You remember," he smiled.

I rolled my eyes. "How could I forget that I gave you a nickname, even if it was Hazza?"

He shrugged and let out a quiet chuckle.

"Now, why did you just inhale nervously as if something's concerning you?" I asked.

He started fiddling with his fingers. "Uh, well, it's just... do we really have to come out today? I don't think I'm ready for that just yet," he said, scratching the back of his neck.

I looked at him with a smile on my lips. "It's okay as long as you don't go back to kissing every girl you catch in sight."

He turned to look at me. "I would never," he said seriously.

"Then we'll wait until you're ready" I nodded determinedly.

He smiled happily at me. "You're the best, Boo," he said, hugging me tightly.

I smiled into the hug, both because of the nickname and because of the fact that he just hugged me. Every physical contact with Harry was amazing.

Once we pulled out of the hug, we headed to school again as if nothing had happened the past hour, but that was fine by me... for now, at least.

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~ Two months later ~

Harry and I were currently lying on my bed, while our parents were downstairs, eating dinner. We'd been together for two months now, and everything was going great so far. Well, we hadn't come out yet, though. To be honest, I was getting more and more impatient each day that passed. I wanted to be able to go around in school without having to think about not touching Harry in an inappropriate way. I wanted to show the world that Harry belonged to me, and no one else, that the most beautiful man on earth was mine. And I didn't want girls at school to flirt with him every time they got the chance to. I wanted Harry to myself, as selfish as that sounded...

My head was resting on Harry's chest while he was playing with my brown hair. It was really comfortable and cozy to lie like this. I swear I could lie in Harry's arms for the rest of my life.

"Boo?" he whispered in my ear.

"Hmm?"

"I think I'm ready."

I looked up at him confused. What was he talking about? "Ready for what, Haz?"

He smiled at me. "I think I'm ready to come out."

My eyes widened in shock. "You're what?!"

He laughed slightly. "I think I'm rea--"

I slapped his arm. "I heard what you said, silly. It just came as a shock," I said, grinning at him.

His mouth formed an 'o'.

"So, are you serious? Do you actually want to come out?" I asked hopefully.

He took a deep breath. "Yeah, but is it okay if we start with telling our parents? I want to see their reaction first."

I nodded eagerly. "That's totally fine by me."

He smiled and leaned down to press his lips against mine. My arms instantly reached out to wrap around his neck and pressed him closer to me. I moved my legs so they were on either side of his thighs, and sat on his stomach. Our lips moved in sync as Harry's hands found my hips to hold me in place. I licked his lips to taste him, which made him moan loudly and stick his tongue out to meet mine.

I gasped at the contact and pulled myself even closer to him. With newfound confidence, I pushed our tongues into his mouth so I could explore it, something i had done so many times during the two past months. I then tangled my fingers in his hair while Harry's hands moved up under my shirt, causing me to gasp once again.

"Can I?" he asked, playing with the hem of my t-shirt.

I nodded eagerly.

He pulled the material over my head before connecting our lips again. This time, he was the one to slip his tongue into my mouth and rub it against my own. I moaned, grinding my hips against his. He gasped loudly and separated our lips for a second. His fingers then trailed up and down my stomach and chest, making goosebumps to rise on my skin.

"H-Harry, we s-should--" but I was cut off by his lips crashing onto mine.

"Wait," he mumbled against my mouth, tugging at my hair to bring us even closer together than we already were.

I nodded, trailing my lips to his jaw, down to his neck and at last to his collarbones. I placed open-mouth kisses all over the skin that was exposed and that I could reach as I searched for his weak spot, which I knew I'd found when he tightened his hold on my hair and let out a loud moan. I started sucking, licking and biting on that certain spot to eventually create a love bite.

When I was done, I moved up to his ear. "Now everyone's going to know that you're mine," I breathed into the shell of it.

He shivered at my touch and hugged me tight. After a while, I pulled back and smiled down at him. "Shall we go down and tell our parents now, then?" I winked.

He took a deep breath in an attempt to try and steady his breathing as he nodded.

I rolled off his stomach and sat up to put on my shirt again. When I did this, Harry sat up with a shaky inhalation. With a concerned expression on my face, I turned to him. "You okay?"

He nodded, taking my hand. "Yeah, just a little nervous."

I moved closer to him so I could lean my head on his shoulder. "It's going to be fine," I assured him, squeezing his hand in mine.

He gave me a weak smile as an answer.

After that, we walked down the stairs and were instantly met with the sound of laughter coming from the kitchen. I squeezed Harry's hand one more time before we made our way into the room. Mark and mum were sitting on one side of the table while Anne, Robin and Gemma were sitting on the other. My little sisters were probably up in their own rooms.

To be honest, it wasn't unlikely to see my and Harry's families eat dinner together nowadays. Mark and Robin had been good friends ever since the beginning, and mum and Anne had grown closer and closer to each other every day after that dinner at Harry's place.

"Hi, boys. Tired of being in Louis' room already?" mum asked, raising an eyebrow.

Harry and I usually stayed in our rooms until one of our families decided to go home whenever we ate dinner together. We wanted to spend as much time as possible together when we could. "Eh, yeah. Or, we wanted to tell you something," Harry mumbled, barely audible.

I led Harry to the empty chair at the kitchen table and sat down on his lap. Every pair of eyes was fixed on me and Harry. I knew for a fact that I would be the one to tell them everything partly because I didn't want Harry to suffer more than he already did, but also because I could tell that Harry was unable to speak right now.

"I don't know where to start," I said, taking a deep breath. I had to admit, I was nervous as well right now. What if they wouldn't approve of our relationship?

My and Harry's intertwined hands were resting on my lap and he squeezed my hand gently. He then leaned down to my ear and softly whispered; "Just go straight to the point." Oh, so he could talk... to me at least.

I nodded. "Harry and I are... we are together," I said, hesitating a little.

I looked down at my lap, refusing to look up to see our parents and Gemma's reactions. I had no idea for how long we sat there without saying a word to each other. The room was dead silent. However, after a while, I could at least feel Harry's chin on my shoulder, which made everything a little better.

"That's... I don't know what to say," a voice said. Anne.

Was that a good or a bad thing? I looked up just to be met by five shocked faces. "If... if you don't accept us... well, then I have to disappoint you because Harry and I will stay together," I said as firmly as I could in this situation.

Harry squeezed my hand tightly and kissed my shoulder.

"Of course we accept you! It's just... we never thought you had... feelings for each other, right?" Mum said, looking at Mark, Anne, Robin and Gemma for some kind of support.

"Yes, that's right. Of course we accept you, and like Jay just said, we didn't know you had feelings for each other, but we're happy for you," Anne said, smiling.

I let out a deep breath and looked at Mark, Robin and Gemma questioningly. Mark and Robin nodded in agreement while Gemma had a teasing smile playing on her lips. "So, my brother's gay, huh?" she chuckled.

I felt Harry tense behind me. I turned in his lap and stroked my hand through his curls softly. "I-I'm not gay, Gemma. I'm b-bisexual," he mumbled against my shoulder.

She smiled at him. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. You're in love with a boy, aren't you?"

He nodded slowly behind me.

"Gemma, stop pushing him with questions. Can't you see that he's uncomfortable?" Anne commanded sharply.

But Gemma just kept smiling that teasing smile at Harry without saying anything.

"So, I guess you know now. Harry, you coming with me to my room again?" I asked hopefully.

He nodded with a smile. "Anything for you, love"

When he realiszd he'd said that so everybody could hear, he blushed a crimson red. "Aw, you two are just too adorable," mum and Anne gushed in unison.

I smiled at them, getting up from Harry's lap, taking him with me since we still held hands. We then walked up to my room and I shut the door behind us. "That went pretty well, didn't it?" I smiled, sitting down on my bed.

Harry sat down beside me with a sigh. "Yeah, except that thing with Gemma," he mumbled.

I chuckled quietly, leaning my head against his shoulder. "Is Hazza being a little wimp, huh?"

"Am not."

"Then why are you complaining about such a small thing?" I raised an eyebrow and nudged him in the side playfully.

"It wasn't small for me, Boo. I'm new to this, and it's going to be hard for me in the beginning."

I tackled him down on the bed so I could straddle his waist. "What are you going to do tomorrow when you have to tell the whole school, then?" I grinned, leaning in so that our noses were touching.

He smiled cheekily at me. "Well, I already have a plan for that."

I looked at him shocked. "You do?"

He nodded. "Yes"

"Well, are you going to tell me about it?" I asked after a short silence.

He shook his head, still with that cheeky smile on his lips. "You'll see tomorrow, Boo. It's a surprise," he winked and leaned up to press his lips against mine.

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I was a little nervous when I walked to school the next day. Ever since me and Harry got together, I'd thought that I would be the one to come up with something we could do to come out for everyone at school, but now he had done it. What would he do? Would he tell his friends and then just let the rumor spread? Or would he just tell everybody in the hallway? I had no idea whatsoever. I would just have to wait and see.

Soon enough, I was standing in front of my locker, hanging my jacket on the hanger inside it.

"Morning, Louis," a voice said behind me.

I turned around to see Zayn standing there with a smile on his face.

Zayn and I had become really good friends during the past two months. Zayn had taken the fact that I couldn't be together with him surprisingly well. He had even gotten himself a new boyfriend, Josh. However, I knew for a fact that he hadn't moved on from me completely since he still wore that sad smile every now and then when he looked at me. But I was happy for him that he had managed to move on as well as he did in such short time anyway.

"Hi, Zayn," I smiled.

Before he could say anything else, I could hear an Irish accent speak up, "Morning, lads. How's everyone doing?"

I looked to my left only to see Niall and Liam walking towards us, Liam's arm wrapped protectively around Niall's waist.

I smiled at the sight. They were so cute together. During the past two months, everything had gone extremely well for them. They hadn't received hate from anybody ever since Zayn had stopped bullying Niall when he came out with me.

Actually, ever since me and Zayn came out, our school had pretty much stopped caring about gay people and reputations. Two of the popular students had come out, and they'd got together with two outcasts. I had proven them wrong. It wasn't weird that an outcast was together with a popular student and vice versa. That was actually proven. Maybe that was why Harry had finally come to the conclusion that he wanted to come out? No one really cared anymore.

"I'm doing great, I guess," I mumbled, smiling.

"Hi, guys." Josh walked over to us, kissing Zayn's cheek.

I smiled at them. "Hi, Josh,"

"Where's Harry?" he asked.

Even if Harry and I's relationship was a secret, we still hung out with the couples. If there was anyone who had found out that we actually were together, it'd be them. They saw us every day, and well, maybe we shared loving glances and showed our feelings for each other by giving each other small touches every now and then. But despite that, I still didn't think they knew we were together yet.

I turned to see Harry still with his jacket on, facing his locker. Even from afar, I could see his beautiful features. He was so perfect, and he was all mine.

Right when he was about to turn towards us, that girl, Lucy, walked over to him. I inwardly groaned as I looked at them with narrowed eyes. I really hated when girls tried to flirt with him, especially girls he'd had flings with.

I couldn't hear what she said, so I turned back to my mates with an irritated look on my face. "He's over there." I nodded my head in the direction of Harry and Lucy without looking at them.

"He's back with Lucy again?!" Josh and Liam exclaimed in unison, clearly shocked by this fact.

My heart almost burst at those words, but I decided not to care about it. Harry was mine, and he didn't like that Lucy girl. Niall and Zayn didn't say anything. They both knew that I didn't like to see Harry with other people since I was in love with him, but what they didn't know was that we actually were together now.

After a short while, I dared to sneak a glance to my right again, just in time to see her face getting closer and closer to Harry's. My eyes widened in shock. She was not about to kiss him. He wouldn't let her, right? I could feel my heart beating fast in my chest. What if he would?

I looked away from then and gulped. After that, I inhaled a deep breath. Harry didn't love me. His plan had been to kiss another girl and break up with me, not to come out.

Just when I was about to slide down to the floor and cry my eyes out, two hands grabbed my face and forced me to look the person deep in the eyes. Green beautiful ones. The prettiest ones in the world.

I gasped. "W-what are y-you doing, H-Harry?" I stuttered.

He smiled at me. "I'm doing what I promised," he whispered and closed the gap between our lips.

I moaned at the contact and instinctively reached out to wrap my arms around his neck. He pressed me against the lockers behind me, holding my waist in a firm grip. It wasn't before his tongue trailed along my bottom lip that it hit me what we were doing. We were kissing in front of the whole school.

I tensed, pulling away slightly. "H-Harry, what are we doing?" I panted against his lips.

He reached up one of his hands to cup my cheek, rubbing his thumb against it. "What does it look like we're doing?" he whispered.

I took a deep breath. "Are you... are you sure a-about this?"

He nodded. "I'm absolutely sure."

With that said, he pressed his lips against mine again. This time, I parted mine almost instantly so his tongue could slip into my mouth. I pulled him closer to my body so my back was practically pinned to the lockers behind me. Our tongues swirled together perfectly, which made us both let out deep moans. I just started playing with the curls at the back of his neck when I suddenly heard a cough behind us.

I stiffened one again. Harry pulled back slowly, taking my bottom lip between his teeth as he did so. My cheeks turned a crimson red as I noticed that almost every student at our school were watching us. I looked at Harry, looking for some kind of support. He took my hand in his, rubbing his thumb against the back of it softly in an attempt to soothe me. Where did his sudden confidence come from?

"What the hell was that?!" someone exclaimed.

"Harry's gay too?! What is this, some kind of stupid joke?!" another voice shouted.

I intertwined our fingers, squeezing his hand for dear life. Harry looked down at his feet, a blush evident on his face. Oh, so much for that confidence...

What the hell would we do now? I was sure Harry wouldn't open his mouth, and my throat was strangely dry, so I was pretty certain I wouldn't be able to say anything either.

"Oh, come on, get a life. It's not like you've never seen two guys kissing each other before," Zayn said, rolling his eyes.

Out of all people I thought would save us, I never expected it to be Zayn. He had so many reasons not to. The only one I could think of as to why he actually decided to do it was because he was our friend.

After that, the crowd thankfully dispersed, and I let out a sigh of relief. Zayn had actually saved us.

Soon enough only Niall, Liam, Zayn and Josh were standing in front of me and Harry, and we scratched our necks awkwardly as they looked at us intensely.

"So, you're together?" Liam asked, still a bit shocked at what he'd just witnessed.

I looked at Harry before we both nodded. He let go of my hand and wrapped his arm around my waist instead. I gave him a smile and leaned my head against his shoulder.

"How long?" Niall asked, looking at me suspiciously. I knew he would be mad at me if I told him the truth, we told each other everything, but I also knew I couldn't lie to him right now.

"Ever since the day Zayn and I broke up," I mumbled, glancing at the black haired boy.

He gulped, but kept a somewhat normal expression on his face.

"Holy sh-- how did you manage to keep it a secret for that long?" Josh asked, his eyes widening.

I looked at Harry again and shrugged my shoulders. "Hazza here wasn't ready to come out."

Harry took a deep breath and nodded. "He's right."

He told them about how he had never had a great confidence and how scared he'd been for years. They were quite shocked by what he said, just like I'd been when he'd told me a few months ago, but now it was finally out there and they knew about it.

Harry didn't have to be scared again after that. He could go around in school and act just like he wanted for the first time in years. Not a single girl even flirted with him after the kiss we shared that day, and I didn't know if he was happy or sad about that, but at least no one hated us. If anything, they respected us. No one dared to utter a single word. Harry was the school's most popular guy and the captain of the school's football team after all, so who would? Harry and I were together, something I never thought would ever happen, and I was the luckiest human on earth thanks to that.

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That was the last chapter! OMG :'( The epilogue will be posted in a few days, but it won't be long, sorry. I can't describe how much I love you for reading this story, I love you.

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