Confessions of a Gay Disney Prince || L.S.

[ON HOLD]
by JeddieJay

"You're way off here, darling, because there is no gay in dis-nay, nor will there ever be. You're not
a damsel. You're just in distress but I won't be saving you. Save yourself."

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Preface

"CONFESSIONS OF A GAY DISNEY PRINCE"by Jayme Dray Cover Art: Megan (xBeautyRisesx)

Fanfiction #4 || Humor #50 Watty Awards Winner (Hot Genre LGBT+) Featured in Fanfic's Larry
Stylinson Reading List.Featured in Wattpad's Most Viral Stories.1D Watty Awards: Season 3 Best
BoyxBoy (1st), Season 4 Best Humor (1st), Season 5 Best BoyxBoy (2nd), Season 6 Best
BoyxBoy (3rd).Bromance Awards (Summer): Best Famous Larry (1st), Runner-Up for Most
Creative Title, Most Voted For Story (1st).

You're way off here, darling, because there is no gay in dis-nay, nor will there ever be. You're not
a damsel. You're just in distress but I won't be saving you. Save yourself.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

SAGA 1: The Princess In The Tower chapter 01 chapter 22

SAGA 2: The Prince Who Could Fly chapter 23 chapter 49

SAGA 3: The King Turned Llamachapter 50 chapter 69

SAGA 4: The Queen of Hearts Fixed chapter 70 chapter 90

SAGA 5: The Villain With A Spindle chapter 91 chapter 100

SAGA 6: The Battle For Legs chapter 101 chapter 115

SAGA 7: The Dragon Loves The Donkey chapter 116 chapter 130

JAY°STYLE™: hybrid writing style merging script dialogue and novel pacing.

SOUNDTRACKS www.8tracks.com/jeddiejay

SANCTUARYthe first version's main soundtrack

LOVELYthe new version's main soundtrack

AGAPEthe international playlist featuring reader favorites in different languages

FANART: www.askjaydray.tumblr.com/fanart

TRANSLATIONS(no longer taking translation requests, I apologize)

FRENCH: stylinsoldier

RUSSIAN: SlavaXPie

PORTUGUESE: fakedoluke

SPANISH: paran-id

© 2015 by JAYME DRAY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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I. Once Upon* [SAGA 1]

THE PRINCESS IN THE TOWER

Chapter 1: Once Upon

[McDonalds, Walt Disney World in Florida, 1:47pm, Lunchtime]

HARRY: "Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away—"

LOUIS: "Is this the 'Shrek is love, Shrek is life' story? Because I would not like a side of fries with
that."

ELEANOR: "Louis, enough." (to Harry) "You were saying, Harry?"

HARRY: (confused) "Okay, yeah." (coughs) "So once upon a time, there was a king with seven
sons. He was a kind king, a good king, and he had raised seven good sons. The sons started to
marry off fairly quickly because of their good-manners and dazzling looks. They went on
dangerous quests in search for their lovely princesses. The king rejoiced at giving his blessing for
every union. The queen loved the brides. The people held great celebrations whenever the princes
visited. There was one problem, however. The oldest son, the dauphin, the heir to the throne,
Prince—"

ELEANOR: (excitedly) "Harry!"

HARRY: "Prince..." (hesitates) "Harry did not want to marry."

ELEANOR: "Hey, that rhymes!" (clapping her hands like a child) "How fun."

LOUIS: (deadpanned) "Gay."

ELEANOR: "Louis!"

LOUIS: "Having or showing merry, gay, Eleanor."

HARRY: "Yeah, sure. The king and queen worried about him as he was getting old—"

ELEANOR: "How old? Like thirty?"

HARRY: "No, no, like, oh I don't know, twenty-two. Princes married young back then."

LOUIS: (cynical, sarcastic) "Back when exactly? You didn't specify a year. This story sure has a lot
of plot holes."

ELEANOR: "It's a fairytale, Louis."

HARRY: (ignores him) "While his brothers brought their brides to the banquet, he sat at the head
of the table, alone and silent and—"

LOUIS: "Was he ugly? He must have been ugly. Was he a troll? Was he Shrek?"

HARRY: "No! He wasn't. He was the most attractive out of all of them actually with a chiseled
body—

ELEANOR: "And curly brown hair and big green eyes. He had dimples too. And a smile to die for
and when he looked at you, it felt like the sun was shining on your face and you were the most
important thing in the world. And he was kind, so kind, and—"

LOUIS: (annoyed) "Shut up, Eleanor. We're telling the Shrek story, not your private, shower
fantasies."
HARRY: "We're not telling the Shrek story..."

ELEANOR: (huffing) "You shut up. You're no fun. You ruin everything."

HARRY: (trying to appease them) "Sure, yeah, with all those things, Eleanor. Harry was a catch.
Many princesses wanted to be his because he was brave and sweet and very romantic."

ELEANOR: "So why didn't he get married then?"

LOUIS: "Because he was a pussy." (snorts)

ELEANOR: "Louis!"

LOUIS: (laughing) "With a small pee-pee."

ELEANOR: "What are you, ten?"

LOUIS: (smirking) "Ten...inches."

HARRY: (grumbled under his breath) "We, Brits, speak in centimeters so..."

LOUIS: " Watchu say, little boy?"

HARRY: "Nothing..." (afterthought, to himself again) "At least I'm tall enough to ride Big Thunder."

LOUIS: (taunting) "Fighting words, I hear."

HARRY: "Big mouth."

LOUIS: "Oi!"

ELEANOR: (rolling her eyes) "Louis, you're being a pain."

LOUIS: "I was just making this story more exciting. It's a bit of a cliche."

HARRY: (stung) "Oh? How so?"

LOUIS: "The prince doesn't want to get married because he's waiting for the right girl with the
brains and the looks and the courage and the blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, add cliche crap here."
(mocking) "He doesn't want to do what everyone else did and settle. He wants a strong,
independent woman who can be his equal."

HARRY: "Well." (pause) "It was not like that at all. I wasn't going to say that... Besides, if you're so
bored with this why don't you go somewhere else? You don't have to listen to it."

LOUIS: "Alright, then." (standing up) "Eleanor, let's go hookup in the entrance bathrooms."

ELEANOR: "Don't be so vile."

LOUIS: "Oh, please. It's not like you haven't been up for it before." (to Harry, mockingly) "Unlike
your prince, I actually get ass."

HARRY: (deadpanned) "Awesome."

LOUIS: "I don't need to wait around to be swept off my feet like some desperate, little faux-
princess."

HARRY: (more subdued) "Good for you."

ELEANOR: "Louis, you're being mean. I think you better go."

LOUIS: "What, you're not coming with me? You'd rather sit here and listen to this gay-ass story?"

ELEANOR: "I think you better go, okay?"

LOUIS: "Fine. Whatever, sweetheart. Don't call me when you wanna role-play Disney again. I'm
not your on-call escort. It's a two way street."

ELEANOR: (slighted) "You are such a dick at times."

LOUIS: "Better to be a dick than a pussy, right, Harry?"

HARRY: "Look, El, I think I'm just going to head back to my shift. It's almost time anyway." (stands
up, avoids eye-contact) "Was done eating anyway. Lost my appetite."

ELEANOR: "You're working the Sorcerer's Hat today, yeah? I'll come by."

HARRY: (ashamed) "Alright, cool, nice talking to, uh, both...of you. I'll be going now. Good luck
with...all of that thing, the Disney role-play stuff. I hope things get better." (hurries away, hands in
pockets, head down) "See you around..."

ELEANOR: (sighs, turns towards Louis) "Why must you always be so mean to him?"

LOUIS: (starts walking away) "I'm not mean."

ELEANOR: (follows) "Yes, you are. You've been a jerk since the first day he started working here.
It's like you get joy from seeing him squirm. (Louis snorts) "You hate it here, we get it. All of us do
to some extent. This is not what anyone of us wanted coming out of acting school, but hey, the
boy seems genuinely happy with the job so let him be happy."

LOUIS: "That's the problem right there. He's settling by being happy. If anything, I'm saving his
soul from the Disney. I'm a hero in this situation."

ELEANOR: (dry) "Hero, right. That's not your problem. Let him be. Is it a sin to want to make
children smile? Maybe you should learn a thing or two. Maybe then you wouldn't get assigned
villain characters all the time, Hades."

LOUIS: "At least I have blue hair, not blue balls."

ELEANOR: "Vile. I don't see why you feel the need to flaunt your libido so much."

LOUIS: "I don't see why you feel the need to flaunt your big words but I don't say anything. I'm
done with this conversation. Bye. Go suck Harry off in a bathroom next to some fat kid with
diarrhea."

ELEANOR: "Nice, Louis, real nice."

LOUIS: "We all know you just adore the kid."

ELEANOR: "I find him sweet. What's the matter? Are you jealous?"

LOUIS: "Of that clumsy, awkward hot mess that can barely hold a conversation? Yeah, real jelly.
Peanut butter jelly."

ELEANOR: "Uh-huh."

LOUIS: (in disbelief) "Why would I be jealous?"

ELEANOR: "You're jealous he gets to play Hercules. You've always wanted to be Hercules."

LOUIS: "Please." (pause) "Like I care." (longer pause, getting riled up) "I don't give a shit about
this shitty job or that shitty character or your shitty assumptions."

ELEANOR: "Okay then. I'm gonna go before you burst my balloon like you burst his all the time."

LOUIS: "Bye now."

ELEANOR: "Don't scare a child on the way."

LOUIS: "Ha. Ha."

ELEANOR: "I'm serious. You look like someone has killed your cat. Cheer up. It's Disney! Have
some fun for once."

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2. Oh*

Chapter 2: Oh

[Sorcerer's Hat, Disney World, 2:43pm, Autograph Signing]

ZAYN: "How was lunch?"

HARRY: "The usual, El and I just talked about things in general, you know, just the usual
things—Louis dropped by."
ZAYN: "Oh. Louis was there then."

HARRY: "Yeah. But it was okay, I guess."

ZAYN: "You hated it."

HARRY: "No, no. I just felt a little uncomfortable but it wasn't bad. Unexpected, you know? I didn't
expect him to be there. Just unexpected."

ZAYN: "So you absolutely hated it."

HARRY: (shrugs) "No, no." (awkward pause, then excited) "Look at that little guy." (pointing at a
child with an Iron Man shirt, waving at him, smiling brightly) "I want one of those shirts now." (to
the kid) "Hey, buddy, awesome shirt." (boy giggles, hides behind his mother) "I'll borrow it
sometime, eh?" (boy nodding as he walks away)"Enjoy the rides!"

ZAYN: "Why does he bother you so much?"

HARRY: "Huh? That kid?"

ZAYN: "Louis."

HARRY: "He doesn't."

ZAYN: "Right."

HARRY: "I don't care."

ZAYN: "Alright."
HARRY: (worriedly) "Why, is it obvious? Do I make it obvious, that I'm bothered?"

ZAYN: (amused) "I thought you weren't bothered."

HARRY:"I'm not but does it look like I am?"

ZAYN: "A bit yes."

HARRY: "I'm not bothered though. Why would you think I'm bothered?"

ZAYN: "You get really quiet around him."

HARRY: (bites lip)"I'm quiet in general."

ZAYN: "Lies."

HARRY: "I am. I'm just awkward like that, in general, not just with Louis—" (coughs) "Around
Louis, I mean—I don't know why I had to specify that because it was pretty clear in the first place,
like what could I be doing with Louis—lots of things—that would never happen—why am I still
talking?"

ZAYN: "Why indeed..."

HARRY: (rambling) "I just don't wanna talk about him because I don't see a point. He doesn't like
me and it's okay. Whatever. He doesn't have to like me. I don't expect everyone to like me. He can
just do him and you know, I'll just stay away from him if he wants to continue...not liking me—"

ZAYN: "You're doing it again."

HARRY: "What? What am I doing?"

ZAYN: "That get-uncomfortable thing."

HARRY: "Oh." (pause) "Well..."

ZAYN: "And now you're doing the other thing, the one where you completely freeze and can't get
yourself to snap out of it."

HARRY: (blushing) "Oh. Uh, I'm...sorry?"

ZAYN: (chuckles, shaking his head) "Just take it easy, man. He's a jerk. There are so many of
those in the world. You can't live life avoiding them.

HARRY: "I don't avoid Louis. I just happen to be in places that he's not. Unless I have to be there
with him. Which is unavoidable. Not that I was avoiding him in the first place. You get me?"

ZAYN: "I do get you but he doesn't have to get you like this."

HARRY: "He doesn't get me like anything. He has nothing to do with anything, okay? I'm just like
this. This is who I am. I am—I am uh, this uh...I suck at being like...a person, you know?"

ZAYN: (amused) "You suck at being a person?"

HARRY: "Okay, I didn't say it like that."

ZAYN: "You did though."

HARRY: "I ramble a lot. I don't mean to do that."

ZAYN: "It's fine. I don't mind. I've known you for years. If I minded I wouldn't have given you a
superb job reference...You know I'm the reason they hired you, right?"

HARRY: "You never let me forget." (sadder) "People mind... Other people..."

ZAYN: "Louis, you mean?"

HARRY: "No, I mean, I don't know. Does he mind, when I ramble?"

ZAYN: "Louis minds when people breathe in his vicinity. He's just a very unhappy boy."

HARRY: "Oh." (concerned) "Why is he unhappy?"

ZAYN: "Because he's Louis Tomlinson. Unhappy was one of his ingredients, unhappy, sass and a
big, big ass."

HARRY:(chuckles) "He does have a big ass. For such a little boy."

ZAYN: "You would notice."

HARRY:(blushed) "No!" (mumbled) "'M just saying..." (coughs) "What makes him unhappy?"

ZAYN: "He just didn't expect his life to be like this, I guess, at least that's what he says. He didn't
want to end up working fourteen hours a day, rain or sun, with screaming kids. Do you blame him?
We all get a little tired now and then. You will too when you hit that three year mark—You haven't
been here a year yet. I don't know what else. No one knows really. Louis is just sad, end of story."

HARRY: "Oh."
ZAYN: "I know what you're thinking but I forbid it. Just let it be. He's unhappy. Nothing you can do
about it. You can't save everyone."

HARRY: "I wasn't going to save everyone, or do anything. I can't anyway because he like hates
me, for some reason, so he wouldn't even want to talk to me. So I wasn't going to do anything."

ZAYN: "Good."

HARRY: "What did you think I was going to do?"

ZAYN: "Nothing. I don't wanna give you any ideas."

HARRY: "Good, because that's what I was going to do. Nothing."

ZAYN: (shaking his head, smiling) "I don't get you sometimes. I just...don't get you."

HARRY: "Why? What did I say now?"

ZAYN: "Nothing. You get strange at random times."

HARRY: "Bad strange?"

ZAYN: "No, just strange in general."

HARRY: "I'm sorry. I can be less strange."

ZAYN: "This is not helping the case exactly."

HARRY: "Am I being strange now?"

ZAYN: (laughing) "Yes."

HARRY: "Sorry." (pause) "I'll just not speak for a bit..." (whispered, grinning) "Or is that strange
too?"

ZAYN: "It's strange that you're asking. This entire thing is strange."

HARRY: "Oh."

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3. Only

Chapter 3: Only

[Astro Orbiter, Walt Disney World in Florida, 4:35pm, Candy Giving]

LOUIS: "All I'm saying is—"

NIALL: "Nothing."

LOUIS: "Don't interrupt. Everything I say is very important."

NIALL: (shaking his head) "Right."

LOUIS: (coughing) "All I'm saying is he needs to grow some balls and start saying the word balls
and be more—"
NIALL: "Who are we talking about again?"

LOUIS: "Harry."

NIALL: "Oh, right..." (mumbled to himself) "Shoulda guessed."

LOUIS: "What's that supposed to mean?"

NIALL: "Nothing, Lou. Just, whenever you're ranting, it's usually about Harry."

LOUIS: "That is simply unfalse."

NIALL: "Unfalse?"

LOUIS: "I meant untrue. That is simply untrue. I was going for untrue and false and well... You're
wrong. I rant about a lot of things, like children with yellow snot on their nose that might give me
Ebola, or the line at Starbucks every morning, or the fact that Eleanor didn't appreciate my blue
pubes—"

NIALL: "Okay now! Too much information."

LOUIS: (giddy) "Wanna—"

NIALL: (immediately) "Nope. Nope. Whatever verb you insert in there will still have the reply, no."

LOUIS: "Wanna...not see?"

NIALL: (rolling his eyes) "I'm sure it looks great."

LOUIS: "A work of art!"

NIALL: "Grand."

LOUIS: "Point is—"

NIALL: "You're obsessed with Hercules. They really found present day Hades in the flesh with
you."

LOUIS: (mock insulted)"I am not obsessed with Hercules."

NIALL: "You're obsessed with Harry Shyles, whatever his name is."

LOUIS: "It's Styles." (dramatic, whiny) "It's like you don't even listen to me."

NIALL: "I don't. When you get into these long, verbose monologues, I tune out."

LOUIS: "Rude. I'll let you know I'm very interesting and funny." (sassy) "And by the way, only
verbose people would use the word, verbose, so eat my verbose stick."

NIALL: (mocking him) "Uh, rude. Eat your own stick." (normal tone) "What does it matter what he
says or doesn't say, anyway? He's just an average employee, trying to make some cash and live
another day. I really don't understand why he requires so much of your attention."

LOUIS: "He doesn't."

NIALL: "Then why do you keep talking about him?"

LOUIS: "Because I talk about my day to my best friend. Plot twist, that's you. I know, I didn't see
that coming either, especially with the way you treat me and don't listen to my very important
monologues—you know, I bet you're not even listening right now so I might as well say anything.
Niall is a dumb bimbo that burned his chest with bleach—

NIALL: "Ouch."

LOUIS: "I know that's what Niall said too."

NIALL: (grit teeth) "I told you that in secrecy."

LOUIS: "Sorry." (mock whispers) "Niall bleaches his chest curls because he's such a fake
model...Shh....He told me in secrecy so only tell other people in secrecy too."

NIALL: (heavy sigh) "Just go back to talking about Harry Smiles."

LOUIS: "Styles, though he smiles a lot. And I don't talk about him. I talk about my day and a lot of
my day involves him, unfortunately. I know, blame Jesus."

NIALL: "Then don't have your day involve him, by any means, you have legs."

LOUIS: "Brilliant observation. Unlike others who slug their way places, I am a bipedal creature."

NIALL: "You're such a pretentious, little shit, you know? What I'm saying is walk away when you
see him."

LOUIS: "We work together, Niall. Hades...Hercules...same movie, are you putting the pieces
together? We need to be seen together so that kids can take pictures and pull on my hair and
make him giggle and—why the hell is he always so happy? Don't you ever wonder that?"

NIALL: "No, I don't because I don't care."

LOUIS: "It's like he's on drugs."

NIALL: "Louis, don't be scared now, but some people..." (whispering dramatically) "Are happy.
Like really. In reality." (makes the 'mind-blown' motion alongside a 'whoosh' sound)

LOUIS: "Must be drugs. He should share."

NIALL: (rolling his eyes) "Yes, maybe if you share something with him, he'll return the favor."

LOUIS: "Good idea. I'll con him."

NIALL: "You do that."

LOUIS: "And then I'll be happy too—Isn't this an amazing plan?"

NIALL: "Living the dream."

LOUIS: "No more Disney Doom."

NIALL: (dry) "Whoopee Daisy, Mario and Luigi. We are saved."

LOUIS: "Be serious."

NIALL: "No, I am serious. We are saved from your chronic bad mood. Seriously, man, invest in a
new attitude. It'd do you good."

LOUIS: "You know what would do you good? My dick in your mouth." (hoarse whisper) "And I
don't bleach my down-there-hair."
NIALL: "Nice, Lou, real nice."

LOUIS: "People should stop saying that. You all don't appreciate what I do. I'm under-appreciated
here. Everywhere." (loud, melodramatic) "No one loves me...."

NIALL: "I'm crying beneath this mask, just letting you know. It might look like I'm indifferent to your
pain because Woody is smiling creepily but inside..." (touching his heart) "Where it counts..."
(mock crying voice, fake gulp)"I am weeping for you."

LOUIS: "I'm going to smack you...with my snake. It will not be in your boot this time."

NIALL: "Alright there."

LOUIS: "It'll be in your booty."

NIALL: (dry) "Good one..."

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4. Opportunity*

NOTE: The chapters with an asterix (*) are edited, old chapters. Even the old ones are heavily
added on so I don't recommend skipping them or you'll be lost.

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Chapter 4: Opportunity

[Prince Charming Regal Carrousel, Walt Disney World in Florida, 12:13pm, The Linger & Wave]
LOUIS: (walking, notices Harry looking at him, stops) "Did you need anything, munchkin?"

HARRY: (flustered, looks behind him then at Louis again) "Uh, who, me, do I need anything?
I—uh, I don't need anything..."

LOUIS: "Okay."

HARRY: "Did you need anything?"

LOUIS: "No."

HARRY: "Okay."

LOUIS: "So...what are you doing here?"

HARRY: "I work here. This is my shift. I'm just working here in this shift thing that I've been
assigned to since I work here."

LOUIS: (dry) "Snaps for you."

HARRY: (completely oblivious) "Yeah. Today, I'm here..." (shrugs) "Um, why are you here?"

LOUIS: "I wanted balls."

HARRY: (chokes, coughing) "What?"

LOUIS: "Those dippin' ball things that kids slurp on?" (acts out licking with his tongue) "Like this."
HARRY: (breath hitches) "Ah-uh..." (stuttering) "Um..."

LOUIS:"The candy...Small ball candy?"

HARRY: (wincing) "Um...Dippin Dots?"

LOUIS: "Yeah, that."

HARRY: "Those are nice, yeah."

LOUIS: "You wanna cup?"

HARRY: "I wanna cup what?"

LOUIS: (sarcastic) "You wanna cop a feel of my ass? The hell do you think? A cup of balls, idiot."

HARRY: "Oh...Of course...Cup of ass—I mean, balls—dots. Cup. Of dots." (groans) "You'd get me
one?"

LOUIS: (amused, smiling widely) "Nah."

HARRY: "Why ask then?"

LOUIS: (shrugs) "Maybe I'd get you one, who knows?"

HARRY: (suspicious) "Okay..."

LOUIS: "Want one?"

HARRY: "Yeah."

LOUIS: (smirking) "Say please."

HARRY: "Please."

LOUIS: "Say it again."

HARRY: "Please."

LOUIS: "Say fuck."

HARRY: (frowning) "No."

LOUIS: "Come on."

HARRY: "No, I don't swear."

LOUIS: "You want dots or nah?"

HARRY: "I'm not gonna swear."

LOUIS: "Pussy—Say pussy and I'll get them for you."

HARRY: "Forget it."

LOUIS: "Pussy is not a swear word. Say I want Eleanor's pussy."

HARRY: "You're being gross."

LOUIS: "Her cat...duh, though I'm certain you'd want the other pussy."

HARRY: "Stop." (uncomfortable) "Go get your cup."

LOUIS: "Thank you, master, for giving me permission to do so."

HARRY: "I didn't—" (utterly lost) "Mean it like that. Why are you even talking to me?"

LOUIS: "Well, you were staring at me for like five years so I thought I'd come say hi."

HARRY: "I wasn't staring...just so you know. I wasn't staring at you. I was staring in that general
direction where you happened to be standing, blocking my view actually—standing in front of the
view I wanted to see."

LOUIS: "Don't repeat everything you say nine times. I get it the first time."

HARRY: "I'm not repeating. I'm not—"

LOUIS: "You just did it."

HARRY: "No."

LOUIS: "Yes."

HARRY: "No."
LOUIS: "You're so weird." (shakes his head, remembers) "Are you constantly on drugs."

HARRY: "What?"

LOUIS: "You heard me."

HARRY: (insulted) "I'd never do drugs."

LOUIS: "Of course not. How could perfect little Hercules do drugs?"

HARRY: "Drugs are bad for you."

LOUIS: "They are." (nodding sarcastically) "Look at you, you're a prime example of the side-
effects." (screaming) "Don't do drugs kids!"

HARRY: (frantic) "Don't! What are you doing?! Don't say stuff like that when there's kids around.
You're in costume! Don't say stuff like that period in here." (low) "They might fire you."

LOUIS: "Right, Herc, can I call you Herc?"

HARRY: "Stop that."

LOUIS: "Hey, I'm trying to stay in character here."

HARRY: "I'm serious, Lou."

LOUIS: "Woah, Lou? Jesus, take me out on a date first."

HARRY:"A date?"

LOUIS: "I didn't say you can call me Lou, Herc."

HARRY: "I didn't call you Lou."

LOUIS: "Yes, you did. You definitely said Lou and now you're blushing and fidgeting so badly with
your hair and I swear to god you're the most bizarre human being I've ever met—" (bursts out
laughing) "What's wrong with you?"

HARRY: (flushed red) "Nothing! I'm not doing any of those things."

LOUIS: "You're blushing."

HARRY: "No." (blushing deeper, uncomfortable to the point of speechlessness) "I'm just hot."

LOUIS: "That you are."

HARRY: (flushing bright red) "Stop!"

LOUIS: (confused) "Stop what?"

HARRY: (mumbled beyond recognition) "Flirting with me..."

LOUIS: "What?"

HARRY: "Teasing me."

LOUIS: "Look at me."

HARRY: "I am."

LOUIS: (entertained) "You're looking at the floor."

HARRY: "No." (looks up, looks down again, looks up, squints in effort of keeping eye
contact)"There."

LOUIS: (grinning) "What's wrong?"

HARRY: "Nothing." (pleading) "Just leave me alone, please."

LOUIS: (amused, smirking, circling him like a shark) "Why are you such a mess? What has you all
flustered and girly?"

HARRY: (grumbled) "Not girly."

LOUIS: (prancing around him, taunting) "Pretty little girl, all blushed and coy. I think she
wants...my pretty, little toy!"

HARRY: (still blushing) "Louis, come on."

LOUIS: "What happened to 'Lou', girly?" (pulling on his cape) "You don't like me like that
anymore?"

HARRY: (yanking it away) "Stop it..."

LOUIS: "Does girly have a cwush on me?"

HARRY: (angry, exploding) "Just go get those fucking dots already, okay?"

LOUIS: (pleasantly shocked, stopping, awed, pause) "Fuck yeah. You more than deserve a cup
now, filthy boy."

HARRY: (ashamed, exasperated) "Stop."

LOUIS: "Say—"

HARRY: "Stop, please, come on, please."

LOUIS: "Okay, I'll go...if you call me Lou again."

HARRY: (resigned) "Come on, man. Seriously."

LOUIS: "Do it."

HARRY: "Please...Lou, stop."

LOUIS: (smiling victoriously) "I hope you like the cookies and cream ones." (practically skips away
in joy) "See you soon, kiddo."

HARRY:(to himself) "I don't have a crush on you."

=================

5. Offering*

Chapter 5: Offering
Scene 1

[Prince Charming Regal Carrousel, Walt Disney World in Florida, 12:35pm, More Linger & Wave]

LOUIS: (returns with two cups of Dippin' Dots, hands one to Harry) "Here you go."

HARRY: (genuinely surprised) "You actually got me one...Thank you."

LOUIS: "Yeah, yeah. Wanna do me a favor in return?"

HARRY: (suspicious) "I won't swear if that's what you..."

LOUIS: "What? No, forget that. A real favor."

HARRY: "Like what?"

LOUIS: "I need a smoke."

HARRY: "Okay?"

LOUIS: "I wanna smoke."

HARRY: "You can't here."

LOUIS: "I know. I know. That's the favor part."

HARRY: "What do you want me to do about it?"

LOUIS: "Be on the lookout for any Simon-s patrolling the area."

HARRY: (frowns) "No."

LOUIS: (groans) "Pet! You are Simon's pet."

HARRY: (petulant, crossing his arms) "I'm not."

LOUIS: "Prove it. C'mon. One smoke. It's not a big deal."

HARRY: "We can't smoke inside the park. It's against the rules. There's children around and they
try to keep this space smoke-free so they don't get cancers."

LOUIS: "We?"

HARRY: (self-conscious) "What?"

LOUIS: "You smoke?"

HARRY: "What does it matter?" (avoiding the topic) "it won't change the fact that you need to exit
first—"

LOUIS: "No, no. Wait." (pause for emphasis) "You smoke?"

HARRY: "Yes, I do. Drop it now."

LOUIS: "You more than smoke. You're a smoker. Ha, did not see that coming for real. I guess
smoking is a side-effect of Disney."
HARRY: "Smoking is a side-effect of weakness."

LOUIS: "Wow, there, Nietzsche, don't get too deep on us, minimum wage workers."

HARRY: "I'm not too proud of being an addict so if we can stop talking about it, I'd really—"

LOUIS: (on his own tangent, giddy) "Poster boy for Disney smokes cigs like a chimney. Oh,
shame on you, Harry. Oh, the shame."

HARRY: "Stop."

LOUIS: "I can hear Walt Disney rolling in his grave right now."

HARRY: "Dude, stop."

LOUIS: "Dude, don't call me dude."

HARRY: (rolling his eyes, under his breath, quietly) "Don't call me this. Don't call me that. Jesus
Christ, so high-maintenance."

LOUIS: "Are you swearing?"

HARRY: "No."

LOUIS: "Did you just take the name of Jesus, our lord and savior, in vain?"

HARRY: "No. I just...I didn't."

LOUIS: "Harry is full of disappointments today."

HARRY: "Don't be mean."

LOUIS: (shaking his head) "Let's take a smoke break. I'm dying to smoke right now. I'm sure you
are too."

HARRY: "I'm fine."

LOUIS: "You're fidgeting with your shirt. It's wrinkled as hell. I finally get why you do that. You
constantly need a smoke. I do it with my hair, constantly pull on the ends when I crave one real
bad or bite my nails—look, no nails. It's gross, yeah?"

HARRY: "I bite mine too when I'm nervous. But I don't fidget."

LOUIS: "Yeah, you do. You put your hands in your mouth, your hair, you tap them against
everything—look, you're tapping them against the cup right now."

HARRY: (stops moving his hands, flattens them around the cup) "I don't constantly need a smoke
because I'm quitting."

LOUIS: "When? In the next ten years?"

HARRY: "No, shut up. I'm quitting soon. I'd rather not have you here to tempt me really. I was
doing well today. Only had one coming over."

LOUIS: "It's like twelve. One in two hours is not doing well. You need one. Come. I'll let you bum
one of mine." (takes the pack out of his back pocket and waves it around) "Come, come, Harry,
you know you want one in your mouth."
HARRY: (hesitating) "Outside?"

LOUIS: (whining) "No, that's a pilgrimage away. Behind Space Mountain. Let's smoke there."

HARRY: "We can't, Louis."

LOUIS: "C'mon! Nobody will know or care for that matter. You think parents don't sneak a smoke
inside?"

HARRY: "Parents don't work for Disney. Parents are not in costume, roleplaying their children's
favorite characters. If they find us, we'll get fired. I need this job."

LOUIS: "Fired? Over a cig? Please. I sneak three a day, every day."

HARRY: "I'm not doing it."

LOUIS: "Pussy."

HARRY: (annoyed) "Don't call me that."

LOUIS: "That's what you are, a pussy and you should accept the label if you wanna keep pussying
out of stuff."

HARRY: "I don't wanna get fired. That doesn't make me a...coward."

LOUIS: "We won't get freaking fired! You want a smoke or not? I'm losing my patience here."

HARRY: (hurt) "I'm sorry..."(sighing) "I do wanna smoke. Come outside with me."
LOUIS: (dry) "Here we go..."

HARRY: "Please. So we can keep it clean here...for the kids. Let's just smoke outside. It's not that
far. I'll carry you—"

LOUIS: "We might get fired for not being on our shifts."

HARRY: "They can do that?"

LOUIS: "Oh, yeah. There's cameras at the entrance. Simon will call you to his office and scream at
you. He's very grouchy. You wouldn't want that, right?"

HARRY: "I didn't know that wasn't allowed..."

LOUIS: "It isn't, so you wanna smoke with me or not?"

HARRY: "Outside?"

LOUIS: "Not outside! Here. Space Mountain. Why do you keep repeating the same shit?"

HARRY: (torn) "We can't..."

LOUIS: (rolling his eyes, put off) "Fine, I'm off. Peace." (starts walking away)

HARRY: "But—I just..." (gulps, shakily) "Louis?" (nervous) "I'll keep a lookout for you...if you wish,
if you want."

LOUIS: (smirking) "Come."

Scene 2

[Space Mountain, Walt Disney World in Florida, 1:12pm, Sneak Smoking]

LOUIS: (smoking a cigarette at a lazy pace) "Don't look so worried. We're not gonna get captured
by the Nazis."

HARRY: (pacing around worriedly) "That's...not even an okay thing to say."

LOUIS: "What? Too soon?"

HARRY: "Yes."

LOUIS: (chuckles) "Alright, whatever you say." (extends the cigarette towards him) "Wanna bum
mine?"

HARRY: (looks back, bites his lip guiltily) "No. I can't."

LOUIS: "Come on. You're frantic. You need a drag."

HARRY: "I don't. I'm fine."

LOUIS: "Stop denying things that are obvious. It's annoying."

HARRY: "I'm not."

LOUIS: "But you just di—" (shakes his head) "Forget it. Come."

HARRY: "I don't think I should—"

LOUIS: (angrily) "Styles, just fucking come here."

HARRY: (caught off guard, opens his mouth to speak but closes it again, walking towards Louis)
"Alright. Don't get mad."

LOUIS: (annoyed) "I'm not mad." (when Harry is close enough, softly) "Here." (feeds him the
cigarette, not letting go as Harry puts his mouth on it and inhales, eyes closing in joy)"It won't
make you a bad person to just do this once in a while. You need it. The kids can wait."

HARRY: (after a few puffs, looking much calmer) "Thanks."

LOUIS: (puts it back in his own mouth, mumbling) "Welcome. Next time don't make me shove it in
your mouth."

HARRY: (blushing, coughing) "Ah—right—" (coughing) "You make a lot of—of....innuendos,

without noticing."

LOUIS: (smiling again) "Want more?"

HARRY: (flushed, chocked up) "Wh-what? Sorry, what?"

LOUIS: (amused, grinning) "Wanna smoke the rest of it?" (handing him the cig) "And I do notice.
You give me no credit, smiles. I'm offended, really."

HARRY: "Smiles?" (accepting it silently while Louis pulls out a new one from the pack) "You're
trouble."

LOUIS: "No shit, Sherlock."

=================

6. Odd

NOTE: Old readers, make sure you don't accidentally spill spoilers!

***

Chapter 6: Odd

[Louis' Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 8:43pm, Sexy Time]

ELEANOR: (laying on the bed, wearing just her bra, no underwear) "Ugh, can you not smoke
when I'm still here?"

LOUIS: (in a pair of loose, long boxers, cross-legged in the middle of the mattress) "Why?"
(placing a cigarette between his lips, unlit, searching through his bag for a lighter) "If you're gonna
nag already, I suggest you see yourself out. I haven't even thrown out the condom and you're
whining."

ELEANOR: (nose wrinkled in disgust) "Why is it still laying there again?"

LOUIS: (shaking the lighter) "I have yet to test it."

ELEANOR: "In case it broke?"

LOUIS: "Yeah, gotta test 'em all so then if anything's wrong I can shove Plan B down your throat
and not get greeted by horrid, horrid news a couple of months later."

ELEANOR: "I have an IUD—"

LOUIS: "Whatever that means."

ELEANOR: "I have a thing up my vajayjay that makes it impossible for me to get pregnant. With
that and the condom, chances are below .01. You're being paranoid. This is one of your little
complexes."

LOUIS: "Not wanting to be a parent at twenty-five is a complex now?"

ELEANOR: "You have a fear of it. You're fixated. If you were a girl, you'd probably take pregnancy
tests every month just in case."

LOUIS: (mumbled) "Wish my mother had done more of that."

ELEANOR: "What?"

LOUIS: "Nothing. Am I asking you to do anything? No. So just let me do my thing, okay? I don't
care what's up your crotch. I only care that this condom didn't break."

ELEANOR: (rolls her eyes) "Don't smoke."

LOUIS: "Don't be a nuisance."

ELEANOR: (picks up the cigarette) "I don't like the taste of it..." (tries to give him a kiss)

LOUIS: (pulls away) "I don't like the taste of you." (puts the cigarette back in his mouth, mumbled)
"I don't get why you keep insisting on kissing me. It's quite annoying."

ELEANOR: (sighs, slumps back on the bed with a grunt) "Because it's awkward otherwise. Normal
people have sex and kiss."
LOUIS: (snorts) "Normal people don't sleep with you..."

ELEANOR: (rolling her eyes) "I'm being serious, Louis. It's weird not to. It makes everything so
awkward, having to look at each other all the time and avoid it..."

LOUIS: "I don't like it. What do you want me to say?"

ELEANOR: "Why?"

LOUIS: "Why what? We're not dating, Eleanor. I think you often forget."

ELEANOR: "You never let me so don't worry, I don't."

LOUIS: "Then stop getting attached."

ELEANOR: "I'm not attached. I'm curious. Why don't you like kissing?"

LOUIS: "Because I only kiss people I'll date."

ELEANOR: "But you hate dating. You don't date."

LOUIS: "Exactly."

ELEANOR: "So you'll never kiss anyone because you'll never date anyone..."

LOUIS: "Now, you're getting it." (walks to the balcony) "It's not that hard. Screwing's okay because
it's platonic. We both cum, end of story. Kissing is just...unnecessary and..." (shrugs) "Not that
pleasant." (scoffs) "And wet."
ELEANOR: "And the boxers?" (puts on her shirt and underwear, follows him, leaning on the glass
door) "There's no explanation to that too? Because that's also pretty weird."

LOUIS: "Dear lord, if you're this bothered by my peculiar habits, then stop sleeping with me
already. God." (exhales smoke) "I don't enjoy being interrogated every damned time."

ELEANOR: "I'm just making small talk."

LOUIS: "I don't care for small talk."

ELEANOR: "I can see that."

LOUIS: (reserved) "Why haven't you left yet?"

ELEANOR: (leans on the balcony next to him) "You're just a mystery to us all, Louis. We want to
unravel you. We wanna know about the boy that has sex in boxers."

LOUIS: "I don't see my boxers affecting your ability to get dicked so, lay off."

ELEANOR: "Do you have a fear of man-scaping?"

LOUIS: "Yes, that's it."

ELEANOR: "From what I've felt you look baby soft."

LOUIS: "Great."

ELEANOR: "So what's with the extra layer?"

LOUIS: "My balls get cold. They like to be tucked in."

ELEANOR: (rolls her eyes) "Seriously."

LOUIS: "Seriously. I'm done talking about this. What I do is none of your business. As long as you
don't get any ideas about what we're actually doing, I'll live a very happy life."

ELEANOR: "I won't. I'm not sure I'd wanna date you anyway."

LOUIS: "Awesome. Same page."

ELEANOR: "You'd be a handful."

LOUIS: (subtle wince, looking ahead at the view) "Go date Harry Styles."

ELEANOR: (chuckles) "Oh, he's even worse."

LOUIS: (piqued) "How so?"

ELEANOR: "He has lots of baggage, they say, from his last relationship. His ex of four years
dumped him and sent him back all his clothes and all that dramatic stuff. Talk about sad."

LOUIS: (blasé)"Tragic. Why'd they break up?"

ELEANOR: (shrugs) "Don't know really. It's not something he goes around talking about. He
doesn't like it brought up."

LOUIS: "So I shouldn't straight out ask him tomorrow?"

ELEANOR: "No!" (stern) "Louis, don't. I didn't tell you so you could torture him some more. He's
probably heartbroken so please, have some compassion."

LOUIS: "Was just joking, jeez. Who do you think I am, Satan?"

ELEANOR: "Technically, you are."

LOUIS: "Would be interesting to know though..."

ELEANOR: "Drop it. Who cares? It doesn't affect your life."

LOUIS: "Curiosity killed the cat."

ELEANOR: "I'm sure he has his reasons, like you and your boxers." (walks back in the room)
"Don't go around opening Pandora boxes."

LOUIS: (in thought) "Four years, huh..."

ELEANOR: (putting on her jeans) "A life-time, basically. He must have been a kid when they
started."

LOUIS: "He is a kid now."

ELEANOR: "He's twenty-two, Louis. You're only three years older. Don't get all nostalgic."

LOUIS: (throwing away the cigarette bud, spitting out the balcony) "Being young is one thing I am
not nostalgic about, that's for sure."
ELEANOR: (picking up her bag) "I'll see you at work. Try to get some food and clean this place up.
It's starting to stink."

LOUIS: "Piss off."

ELEANOR: "I'm serious." (wrapping her scarf around her neck) "You'd be happier if you didn't live
like a pig."

LOUIS: (sarcastic) "Thank god I have you to provide therapy. Go now. The Xbox is calling my
name."

ELEANOR: (shakes her head, opens the door) "Get some food." (closes the door behind her)

***

AUTHOR SPEAKS: I just wanna quickly remind all girls of the options available for them if they
choose to be sexually active. An IUD is a safe, extremely effective and very long term (up to 10
years!) method of avoiding pregnancies. Most health insurances cover it and Planned Pregnancy
is always experienced in inserting them. Take care of your bodies and your futures! Don't let
anyone shame you for your choices.

=================

7. Oblivious

Chapter 7: Oblivious

[Changing Rooms, Walt Disney World in Florida, 7:02am, Morning Dress-up]

HARRY: (walking in, sees Louis, smiles to himself, cheerily) "Hi there. Good morning."
LOUIS: (turns, notices it's Harry, grunts) "Ugh. The pre-dawn cheer squad."

HARRY: "Or not...I guess. How are you?"

LOUIS: "Are we making small talk because it's seven am and I wanna take a dump before I get in
costume but I don't mind the company...in fact, I poop better when someone talks to me or
sings—any interest in the position?"

HARRY: "Uh, no, I'll pass. The bathroom is there if you were looking..."

LOUIS: "Really? Having worked here for centuries I never knew."

HARRY: (surprised) "You have never used the bathroom? How do you hold it in so well? I try but
some days are so long..."

LOUIS: (blinks twice) "The same way your brain holds in common sense so your mouth doesn't
have access to it."

HARRY: "Huh?"

LOUIS: "Prove my point further, why don't you?"

HARRY:"Prove what point?"

LOUIS: "Look, do you need anything or am I humoring you just to make myself miserable?
Because if that's the goal, mission accomplished."

HARRY: "I do...need...something, if you wanted to help...or had some free time."
LOUIS: "Shoot."

HARRY: "Uh, well...I was wondering if you could uh...."

LOUIS: "T-t-t-today, junior. I'll miss my December birthday at this rate. Not to mention shit my
pants."

HARRY: "I'm getting there...give me time..." (shyer) "It takes me some time..." (frustrated with
himself) "I just thought that since you're hairy—"

LOUIS: "Excuse me?"

HARRY: (embarrassed) "Long hair, since you have long hair, not hairy like body, but hairy hair,
long. Ugh." (palms his face, shoulders sagging, cringing) "Feel free to leave..."

LOUIS: "Are you always this perceptive and loquacious every morning?"

HARRY: (mortified, blushing) "Please." (pauses, takes a deep breath, tries again) "I just need this
string..." (shows him a hair band) "To be like here..." (places it on top of his bangs) "But like stay..."
(tries to put some curls in the loop uselessly, they fall out, tries again, doesn't realize he has to
twist it to make it tighter, struggling) "Like this...Like girls make this stay here..." (lets go again,
hair-band falls on the floor, makes a frustrated noise) "Why doesn't it stick?"'

LOUIS: (blankly) "Are you retarded?"

HARRY: "Don't use 'retard' as an insult."

LOUIS: "No, but seriously, are you a moron?"

HARRY: (tired) "Are you gonna help or not?"

LOUIS: (amused) "You really don't know how to use a hair-band? You can't figure this one out?"

HARRY: (grumbles) "Never mind. I'll ask Eleanor."

LOUIS: (urgent) "No!" (catches himself) "No, I mean, just give it here." (extends his hand, Harry
places the hair tie on his palm) "This is a hair-band by the way, not a 'string', you utter imbecile."
(can't help smiling) "Fucking adorable...and dumb, so dumb."

HARRY: (subdued) "I'm sorry."

LOUIS: (rolling his eyes, standing in front of him, close) "Don't do that..." (getting on his tip-toes to
reach Harry's curls) "Don't say sorry so often..." (puts the hair-band in between his lips, mumbled)
"Ruins the word." (grabs a chunk of Harry's bangs, combs his fingers through it gently to put them
in a small bundle, Harry practically purrs at the contact) "You're supposed to get the bun ready
first."

HARRY:(softly, smiling) "It feels nice..."

LOUIS: (grabs the hair-tie from his lips to fix it on the chunk) "Don't cream your pants now."

HARRY: (dreamily) "Little."

LOUIS: "What?"

HARRY: (without thinking twice) "You're so little..." (instinctually placing his hands on Louis' waist
as Louis is still doing the tie) "So small." (blushing, murmured) "It's cute."

LOUIS: (stunned) "Well, compared to how lanky you are."

HARRY: (looking down, dejected) "You think I'm lanky?" (pulls his hands away so they can fidget
against his shirt self-consciously)

LOUIS: "Yes." (pulls the little pony to get it tighter) "And that's how it's done." (lowers back on his
feet, not stepping away, cocking his head sideways to analyze his work) "No need to thank me but
please do because I live on praise."

HARRY: (whispered) "Thank you."

LOUIS: "Yup." (turns to walk back to his bag, to himself, chuckling)"String...dear god."

HARRY: (grabs his shirt, pulls him back, cautiously) "Uh...is lanky good?"

LOUIS: (makes a face) "Sure."

HARRY: (nods lightly, lets go, bites his lip) "Okay. Cool." (shrugs awkwardly) "Was
just...wondering...what—uh—you thought, and stuff."

LOUIS: (looks at him strangely) "About being lanky?"

HARRY: "No, like me..."

LOUIS: "I think you're strange."

HARRY: (defeated, walking away slowly to go change again) "Yeah, I know..." (takes a deep
breath, exhales in frustration)

=================

8. Or
Chapter 8: Or

[Changing Rooms, Walt Disney World in Florida, 6:32pm, Post-work]

LOUIS: (dramatic, walking in the room) "Another hellish day over. The god has given me another
chance to change my mind, wake up tomorrow and make a difference in the world—escape
Mickey, the monster mouse. The real question is...will...I...take it? Or will I be back here
tomorrow?"

NIALL: (rolling his eyes, right behind him) "You will be back tomorrow. Spoiler alert. Don't you get
tired of doing this every day?" (opens his locker) "Hey Harry. What's up?"

HARRY: (sitting on the bench, chuckles, quiet) "Hey, Niall. How was your day?" (timid) "Hey,
Louis."

LOUIS: "Over! That's how my day is, over." (sing-song, jumping on the bench, mock dancing
around) "I am free, oh so free, forever free. Just free, free, free, free..." (jumps off the bench, walks
to the locker, to Harry) "Hey, kid."

NIALL: (to Harry) "Don't mind him. He gets like this at the thought of—"

LOUIS: (interjecting, loud) "Alcohol and freedom!"

HARRY: (laughs lightly) "It's good to know you're not always in a bad mood..."

NIALL: "See, Louis, everyone notices."

LOUIS: (winks at Harry) "Just—" (shoves the costume in the locker, it tumbles out, lowers down to
pick it up again, Harry stretches over to get a better view of his butt, bites his lip, Niall coughs him
awake, Harry blushes red, Louis is back standing) "Just most of the time. Whenever kids are in my
radius." (notes how blushed Harry is) "You okay there? You're looking kind of sick. Keep that
Ebola away from me."

HARRY: (squeaky) "Fine. I'm fine."

NIALL: (rolls his eyes, already dressed) "I need to pick up dinner. I'll meet you at the station, Lou?"

LOUIS: "You're not coming out with us? But you're Irish. There's alcohol. What did I do wrong?"
(mock pouting) "You don't love me anymore?"

NIALL: "I have to wake up early tomorrow for a dentist's appointment. Tempting though, very
much so. Tell Sandy I say hi. Don't have him drink so much. He's becoming you—it's disgusting."

LOUIS: "You're disgusting." (points out his tongue) "You'll pay for this. Karma'll get you when the
dentist pulls your tongue out."

NIALL: "Karma'll get me for what? Not baby-sitting you while you stumble all over the place?"

LOUIS: "I don't stumble all over the place!" (to Harry) "He lies."

NIALL: (to Harry) "I don't. Louis gets white girl wasted. Every. Damned. Time."

LOUIS: (offended) "I do not."

NIALL: "Prove it tonight." (to himself) "Come to think of it, if you die karma will probably get
me...Oh well, life's about taking chances."

LOUIS: "Leave. We're no longer friends."

NIALL: (shakes his head) "Don't take too long. It's raining and I'm wearing my Converse."
LOUIS: "What was that, Niall? I couldn't hear you over the sound of a little bitch whining."

NIALL: "Ugh. Be there." (walks out, jogging in the rain, Louis starts putting on regular clothes,
silent for a bit)

HARRY: "You should probably not have him wait too much... He could get a cold."

LOUIS: "Oh, you're still here...I forgot." (putting on a new shirt, misses Harry's wince) "I don't see
you in a hurry."

HARRY: (looking down, forced smile) "I'm working late. Just..." (blows his hair out of his face)
"Helping out with some stuff."

LOUIS: (knowing) "Simon has you again."

HARRY: "He asked and I thought why not? I could do with some extra cash."

LOUIS: (straightening his hair in the mirror) "Big spendings ahead then?"

HARRY: "Maybe. I don't know. I could go to New York...if my uh, friend is not busy..." (shrugs)
"And you, you have any plans? In general? Like not tonight since you obviously have plans tonight
with your friends but tomorrow night or the night after that?"

LOUIS: (pulling on a pair of sweats, Harry trying hard to avoid looking at his boxers) "What's in
New York?"

HARRY: "Hmm?"

LOUIS: "Why New York?"

HARRY: (uncomfortable) "New York's nice."

LOUIS: "Is your friend nice?"

HARRY: "He's alright." (fidgets, hesitates, opens his mouth, closes it when he catches Louis'
raised eyebrows) "You should probably go...Niall'll get wet."

LOUIS: "Let him get a little wet. It'll teach him not to order me around." (fixing his bag) "You should
really stop letting Simon use you like a puppet. This is what, the eighth time this month you're
working over time? You're an actor, not some office slave."

HARRY: (defensive, eyes on the floor, guarded) "It's not like that. I'm saving some money for my
mom. He just asked. He's not forcing me to be an office slave. Just asked if I was free, which I am.
I have nothing better to do anyway so why not work more?"

LOUIS: "Yuck, sad."

HARRY: (cowers slightly, hunching over, low) "Whatever. You should—"

LOUIS: "If you say 'leave' again, I swear, I'll sleep here tonight to prove a point. I'll leave when I
want to, aight? Stop worrying about it."

HARRY: (sad) "Alright. I'm sorry."

LOUIS: (annoyed) "What did I say about sorry?"

HARRY: (resigned) "Sorry."

LOUIS: (groans) "Useless talking to you." (starts walking towards the door) "Enjoy getting worked
to death."
HARRY: (hurt, awkward, way too quiet) "If you wanted to do something..." (door closes, Harry
flinches) "Sometime..." (looks up to see Louis has already left, sighs, defeated) "Right, Harry,
perfect." (self-demeaning) "You're doing great at this making friends thing..." (palms his face with
his T-shirt) "Ugh..."

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9. Out

Chapter 9: Out

[Jellyrolls Bar, Disney Boardwalk, 1:45am, Night Out]

LOUIS: (drunk, slurring) "Does Harry drink?"

SANDY: "Yes, Louis, again, for the fifth time, he drinks occasionally when he's out. Why does this
matter so much?"

LOUIS: "Oh... Why isn't he drinking now?"

SANDY: "Because it's Tuesday, and I really have no idea why anyone would wanna drink on a
Tuesday night, let alone get piss drunk."

LOUIS: "Harry's piss drunk?"

SANDY: "You're piss drunk. You need to go home."

LOUIS: "Next time, he should come with us."

SANDY: "Yes, Louis, next time."

LOUIS: "Only if he drinks though...I saw him...before coming here. I saw him and he seemed
upset—maybe I upset him, I don't know, or Simon." (pushes the bangs out of his face)"I wish he
weren't upset. It's so obvious on his face—the upset—it's wrong. It looks wrong. He looks wrong
upset. Simon upsets him by making him work too much. Simon's a bitch. He's just a newbie...
Simon's ruining him. He is being ruined." (delusional, believes it) "I need to save him. It has to
happen."

SANDY: "Louis, what the hell are you on about?"

LOUIS: "But he's so dumb at times—like ugh...I wanna choke him."

SANDY: "Please, stop talking about Harry for one second."

LOUIS: "Please stop not talking about Harry."

SANDY: "Niall was right not to come. He can't handle you like this."

LOUIS: "Niall feels sorry for me."

SANDY: (torn) "He cares."

LOUIS: "He thinks I get pitiable when I drink...I know that well. I can smell it on him."

SANDY: "He cares about you a lot... He wants your best."

LOUIS: (dry) "You got any more fortune cookies left over. I'm getting kind of hungry."
SANDY: (forced chuckle) "Right. Who cares about that stuff... You and I, dream team, man."

LOUIS: "Dream team..." (leaning on the table, hiccuping) "Harry's sad."

SANDY: (sighing) "Let's get you home."

LOUIS: "I made him sad." (trailing his finger on the beer puddle) "He just wanted a drink, you
know, someone to—to...I don't know...what am I even saying?"

SANDY: "You're tired. You've had a long day." (standing up, yanking Louis' arm) "Get up. We're
going home. You just need some sleep. You'll be fine tomorrow...You're always fine."

LOUIS: "Next time..." (stumbles on the table, balances himself) "I'll invite him..." (giggles randomly)
"I'll invite him to drunk and then he'll like me."

SANDY: (supporting him towards the door) "You do that."

LOUIS: "I didn't finish that—hey..." (reaching towards the table uselessly) "Beer, no, beer..." (being
dragged away, whispered) "Bye beer." (waving, childlike) "Bye....bye...I'll be back."

SANDY: "You sure will."

LOUIS: "We should go out this weekend."

SANDY: "Louis, we have yet to return from this going out and you're planning your next drink?"

LOUIS: "My agenda fills up fast."

SANDY: "You shouldn't drink this often." (walking towards the bus stop) "Niall worries."
LOUIS: "Does Harry worry?"

SANDY: "Yes."

LOUIS: (pleasantly surprised) "Yes?"

SANDY: "Sure. Drink less."

LOUIS: (shrugs) "I only drink sometimes..." (walks towards the street) "When I'm feeling bored..."

SANDY: (motioning) "Don't cross the street."

LOUIS: (ignores him, sits on the sidewalk) "Things get boring around here..." (leans back on his
hands) "Pointless. Boring and pointless."

SANDY: (sitting next to him) "You're being too hard on yourself. You graduated three years ago,
what do you want to be doing, curing cancer? Give it time, man." (lighting a cigarette, handing
Louis one)"Not everything is going to come all at once. One day you work for Disney, the next you
do something else. It's life."

LOUIS: (accepting it) "There's an in-between to curing cancer and being useless...like being kinda
useful...changing someone's life. One person." (putting the cigarette in his mouth, raising a finger)
"One, that's all I ask for. One life." (lights it, mumbled) "It sounds pretentious, yeah." (breathes out
the smoke, fingers the cigarette) "Like I have a hero-complex—wanna feel important...but doesn't
everyone? Doesn't everyone wanna be special, a little more than the average Joe?" (taps the
cigarette against the pavement) "You know what hurts the most, Sandy, being a little above-
average, not happy with average, not able to jump higher." (another gulp) "Fucking agony." (looks
longingly at the sky) "I just need a purpose. Then maybe I wouldn't feel the need to get blind
drunk."

SANDY: (pats him in the back encouragingly, clearly out of depth) "Give it time. It'll happen."
=================

10. Omit

Chapter 10: Omit

[Rainforest Cafe, Walt Disney World in Florida, 3:25pm, Lunchtime]

HARRY: "Hungover?"

LOUIS: (mouth full of food) "Hmm?"

HARRY: "The shades? You're hungover?"

LOUIS: "I'm okay. Just tired. Didn't get much sleep last night."

HARRY: "Oh, was it like, uh..." (blushing) "A one night stand kind of thing...?"

LOUIS: (shaking his head) "Nah. Sandy would have cock-blocked too hard. You know him,
Sandy?"

HARRY: "Barely." (politely) "He seems nice."

LOUIS: (testing him) "He's a fan of you."

HARRY: (snorts, looking down, self-conscious) "That's not true. I barely know him."

LOUIS: (pushing harder) "He likes you."

HARRY: "That's not true."

LOUIS: "Why do you say that?"

HARRY: (shrugs) "Because..."

LOUIS:(stops eating) "You think people don't like you?"

HARRY: "I didn't say he doesn't like me. He's ambivalent. He doesn't know me."

LOUIS: "You can't like someone if you don't know them?"

HARRY: (nods) "Yeah...Like what would you like, there'd be nothing to..." (struggling) "How would
you know if you could...uh, even connect or like..." (thinking, pause) "Never mind."

LOUIS: "No, finish it. Finish the thought."

HARRY: "There was no thought. I was just rambling. Nothing to say... It's okay."

LOUIS: (frowning) "You had a thought. It was going somewhere. You just got lost on the way,
happens, recover, finish it. Don't get so intimidated by your own mouth."

HARRY: (scoffs quietly) "That's easy for you to say."

LOUIS: "Why's that?"

HARRY: (smiles in self-deprecation) "You're good at talking. You never stutter, never run out of
words. You always know what you're saying...It's different. People want to listen to you. They care
enough..."

LOUIS: "People want to listen to you too—"

HARRY: (shaking his head feverishly) "Nah."

LOUIS: "I want to listen to you. Am I not a person?"

HARRY: (dry) "Right."

LOUIS: "Are you calling me a liar?"

HARRY: (riled up) "You don't wanna listen to me. You hate listening to me. You think everything
that comes out of my mouth is stupid or lame. You're always interrupting, always making me feel
small and dumb."

LOUIS: (smug) "You didn't stutter once there."

HARRY: (caught off guard at how well Louis took his explosion, loses his train of thought) "Uh..."

LOUIS: "It doesn't matter if people wanna listen or not. You make people listen."

HARRY: "I can't do that."

LOUIS: "Yes, you can."

HARRY: "I can't...physically, I can't. I mean, look, just...just...look, I can't. I talk so slow. I take ages
to form a thought—ages to say it...no one cares for this long. And I can't blame them. Why would
people wanna waste so much time just to hear the end of a sentence that was probably
unimportant anyway? So useless..." (gulping, emotional) "I don't even know...I...don't..." (self-
conscious, frustrated) "I don't..."

LOUIS: "You don't what? Finish it."

HARRY: (surprised) "What?"

LOUIS: "What's the end? Finish the sentence. I'm right there with you, until the end, like you
wanted me to be. What's the end? Finish it."

HARRY: "I can't."

LOUIS: "Building up the suspense, I see."

HARRY:(pleading) "Louis, I can't."

LOUIS: "Take your time."

HARRY: "I don't know how."

LOUIS: "Think about it. You don't know what?"

HARRY: "I don't know how. That's it. That's the end. I don't know how to finish sentences because
I've never had to. I've never been there at the end—never had anyone be there as an audience. I
don't know how to be different, different than what I am usually, the same as everyone else, so I
can talk like a normal person and have friends like a normal person and say stuff on time and
make people care...I don't know how."

LOUIS: (smiles at him) "Yet you just did it."

HARRY: "I didn't do anything. I rambled—"

LOUIS: "You expressed an opinion. You shared a thought."

HARRY: "That didn't make sense! I vomited words. I didn't say anything."

LOUIS: "It made sense to me."

HARRY: "No, it didn't."

LOUIS: "Yes. It did. And I'll say it back so you can hear yourself. I'll say it with my oh-so-magical
skills. You said you wish your friends weren't bastards that shut you out without giving you the
time of day. All you want is a chance and nobody seems willing though you do so much for them.
You said you're smart and thoughtful and intelligent beyond these damned idiots that work these
damned jobs and you have lots of thoughts and it hurts you, keeping them inside. It confuses you.
You have trouble picking them apart."

HARRY: (whispered, awed) "Yes..."

LOUIS: "But if someone just sat there and listened and gave you three seconds, three stupid
seconds a day, you wouldn't have to save a million brilliant thoughts for one smoke-break. You
wouldn't have to unload your life in one go and the words wouldn't be so jumbled up together. You
might speak really slow but the words push each other out of your mouth faster than you can filter
them because they all just wanna be in the open for once."

HARRY: (shocked) "I'd never be able to say that."

LOUIS: "Yet you did. In much less words too. More concise."

HARRY: (smiles, smitten, fond) "Three seconds is a long time for some people."

LOUIS: "Not for me. You can have my three seconds any day. They're yours."
HARRY: (confused) "Why?"

LOUIS: "Because you're smart. You might even be smarter than me and that's something."

HARRY: "Smarter than I." (sheepish) "Sorry."

LOUIS: (smirking) "Good boy."

=================

11. Untimely*

Chapter 11: Untimely

[Changing Rooms, Walt Disney World in Florida, 7:14pm, Post-work]

ELEANOR: "Have you seen Harry?"

LOUIS: "Nope."

ELEANOR: "He was working Fantasy Land today, right?"

LOUIS: "I don't have a clue, Eleanor. I don't stalk him, contrary to no one's belief."

ELEANOR: "Zayn said you ate with him today."

LOUIS: "Nope."
ELEANOR: "Are you lying to me?"

LOUIS: "Nope."

ELEANOR: "You have that lying face on."

LOUIS: (shaking his head) "I have no idea what you're talking about."

ELEANOR: "So you saw him today. You see him every day. You don't let a day pass by without
checking on him. Do you know where he is?"

LOUIS: "Nope."

ELEANOR: "Did anything happen?"

LOUIS: "Nope."

ELEANOR: "Louis, please."

LOUIS: "What?"

ELEANOR: "Stop repeating the same thing."

LOUIS: "Then stop asking me questions that require the same answer."

ELEANOR: You're in a terrible mood."

LOUIS: "Well, it is me we are talking about."

ELEANOR: "Worse than usual. Harry's sick?"

LOUIS: "What?"

ELEANOR: "He's not feeling well? Is that it?"

LOUIS: "What does that have to do with anything?"

ELEANOR: "There's usually a high correlation between him not feeling well and you being in a
bad, bad mood."

LOUIS :"That is not true. Also, do not consider a career in science. You would suck at making
intelligent deductions about causation."

ELEANOR: "I said correlation, not causation."

LOUIS :"And I said, shut the hell off and let me leave the kingdom of Satan already."

ELEANOR: "Where are you off to?"

LOUIS: "I'm gonna go back to the village to get myself a cheese pizza and then get
drunk....possibly, if anyone's up for it."

ELEANOR: "What's wrong then?"

LOUIS: "You being in the way of that is what's wrong."

ELEANOR: "Are you taking the bus?"

LOUIS: "No, I'm walking the entire distance, Eleanor. Any more dumb questions?"

ELEANOR: "I thought perhaps Harry'd give you a ride and then I could find him."

LOUIS: "What?"

ELEANOR: "A ride? He has a car? He drives some of us over at times."

LOUIS: "He has a car?"

ELEANOR: "Okay, you clearly have no idea where he is. I'm gonna go look for him."

LOUIS: "Why do you need him?"

ELEANOR: "What's it to you?"

LOUIS: "Is he giving you a ride back?"

ELEANOR: "If he hasn't left yet."

LOUIS: "I want a ride back."

ELEANOR: "Well, you'll have to ask him, Louis. I don't have a car."

LOUIS: "He'll give me a ride back." (following her out of the locker rooms, throwing his bag over
the shoulder)"Faster anyway. I wanna see this car."
ELEANOR: (uneasy) "Maybe tomorrow so I break it to him first."

LOUIS: "Why'd you have to break it to him?"

ELEANOR: "Oh because, you know..."

LOUIS: "I don't know. Enlighten me."

ELEANOR: "You guys don't get along much, that's all."

LOUIS: "That's not true."

ELEANOR: "Please, Louis, you're not exactly on speaking terms."

LOUIS: (irritated) "Yes, we are so shut your trap. You don't know what you're talking about."

ELEANOR: "Why are you getting so defensive over this?"

LOUIS: "Because you're talking shit right now."

ELEANOR: "I'm not. I just made the observation that you two seem to not like each other."

LOUIS: "He doesn't like me?"

ELEANOR: "You don't like him."

LOUIS: "And can I ask, what I might have done to him for him not to like me?"
ELEANOR: "You're a bit mean."

LOUIS: (sulking) "I'm not though."

ELEANOR: (snorts) "Are you high?"

LOUIS: "Are you stupid?"

ELEANOR: "Are you done?"

LOUIS: "Are you?"

ELEANOR: "Child."

LOUIS: "Witch."

ELEANOR: "You're unbearable."

LOUIS: "Well, join the club of people who don't like me because apparently there is one."

ELEANOR: (rolling her eyes) "Go get your pizza."

LOUIS: "Lead the way."

=================

12. Unruly*
Chapter 12: Unruly

[Parking Lot, Walt Disney World in Florida, 7:27pm, Getting Home]

HARRY: "Hey...guys." (stands up straighter) "Hi, Louis."

LOUIS: "Yo."

HARRY: "I didn't..." (adjusts the head-scarf on his curls nervously) "Know you were still here."

ELEANOR: "You didn't text me. I thought you left without me."

HARRY: "Sorry. I thought you had left. I was late today because I was doing some stuff for..."
(looks at Louis nervously) "For...random...things."

LOUIS: "Got that, Eleanor? For random things. Translated to normal human speak as sorting
employee benefits for Simon Satan Cowell."

HARRY: (quipped) "Parking passes."

LOUIS: "Wow, promoted, I see."

ELEANOR: "Louis tagged along. I hope you don't mind."

LOUIS: (plastic smile) "Yeah, Harry, I hope you don't mind."

HARRY: "I don't."

LOUIS: (walks towards him, Harry gulps but Louis walks around him, lightly nudging his shoulder,
to touch the car) "You didn't tell me you had a car."

HARRY: "I...have a car."

ELEANOR: "Louis was doing the inventory so he absolutely had to know."

LOUIS: (ignoring her) "How much did you get it for?"

HARRY: "Six thousand. It works fairly well. Engine is good and such, with those wheel-things
working too...and breaks, yeah those are nice."

LOUIS: (sassy) "Nice car talk. Manliness proven."

HARRY: "I love cars."

LOUIS: "Cool. Do I get to sit in the front?"

ELEANOR: (snorts) "As if."

HARRY: "Uh...well, I don't know how..."

ELEANOR: "Harry, please. Tell him how this works and who your real co-pilot is."

HARRY: "...It's usually Eleanor."

LOUIS: "I'm a better co-pilot. I'll make witty jokes, put on good music...feed you my cig, if you
want, if I can smoke inside."
HARRY: (clearly interested, almost giddy) "I smoke inside all the time so..."

ELEANOR: "You're bribing him with cancer?"

HARRY: (under his breath) "And sexual innuendos..."

LOUIS: "Oh, please, Eleanor, don't be so morbid." (to Harry, smiling) "So yeah? I get the front."

HARRY: "Sure."

ELEANOR: "You traitor!"

HARRY: (grinning) "Sorry, El."

ELEANOR: "What was that, Harry? I was a little busy pulling this knife out off my back."

LOUIS: "You need help with that?"

HARRY: "Sorry! But cigs...I am a weak man." (gets in the car, starts it up)

ELEANOR: (fake angry) "I'm worth less than a cigarette!" (sits in the back, sulks)

LOUIS: "You are though, honey." (sits down, props a foot on the seat, prepares a cigarette)

HARRY: "Lower the window, yeah?"

LOUIS: (does as told) "Got any good music?"

HARRY: "The radio?"

LOUIS: "Lame."

ELEANOR: (sarcastic) "Sorry we don't have all that you need, your highness. We'll work harder
next time to meet your standards. Can I interest you in a massage in the mean time? Or maybe
grapes?"

LOUIS: "Grapes would be lovely."

ELEANOR: "I'll take out the seed and chew them for you as well."

HARRY: "Ew."

LOUIS: "Bitches in the back seat should keep their mouth shut."

ELEANOR: "Louis!"

HARRY: "Don't talk to her like that. What's wrong with you?"

LOUIS: "C'mon, take a joke for god's sake."

HARRY: "No. That's disrespectful. Don't put down women, not around me, not ever actually.
That's not funny to me. That's not funny to her."

LOUIS: "Kay. I'll save it for when she's sucking my dick."

HARRY: (offended) "Why would you say something like that? That's so...wrong. You're being a
jerk...just horrible." (at a loss for words, frustrated)"I'm insulted for her."
ELEANOR: (comforting) "It's okay, Harry. It's just his sense of humor. Louis is vulgar like that."

HARRY: (shaking his head, still upset) "It's not okay for him to treat you like that."

ELEANOR: "He's joking. He really is, right Louis?" (stern) "You are joking?" (glaring at Louis,
motioning for him to say something) "You don't mean to be offensive and rude?"

LOUIS: "No. I'm being serious. What does this idiot think?" (to himself, annoyed) "God, I hate
people who feel the need to fight useless battles. Social justice warriors chasing windmills."

HARRY: "So, what? I'm delusional for believing that misogyny is wrong now?"

ELEANOR: "Guys."

LOUIS: "You're delusional if you think a joke means I'm oppressing Eleanor?"

HARRY: "You're being mean to her!"

LOUIS: "You're being a bitch yourself so see I don't discriminate." (points to the back) "Female
bitches." (points to Harry) "Male bitches. Done. Equality has been served."

HARRY: (openly hurt, speechless, struggling not to swear) "...Jerk."

ELEANOR: "It's a misunderstanding. Harry doesn't know you that well, Louis, and he's just being a
polite, caring, nice—"

LOUIS: "Yeah, yeah." (dismissing her, to Harry, softer) "You need a smoke?" (extending his hand
with the cigarette)
HARRY: (snappy) "No."

LOUIS: (slighted at the rejection) "Suit yourself."

HARRY: (jaw set, eyes narrowed, staring ahead at the road) "Where do you wanna be dropped
off?"

LOUIS: "Me?"

HARRY: "Yeah. You're coming to the hotel, right, El?"

ELEANOR: "Yeah."

LOUIS: "What, you guys fucking?"

ELEANOR: (exasperated) "Louis, please. We've all had a long day."

LOUIS: "So yes?"

ELEANOR: (sighing) "Ignore him, Harry. Just this once."

HARRY: (visibly angry, tone cold) "Where do you need to be dropped off so we can be done with
this?"

LOUIS: (biting his lip, somewhat regretful) "The hotel's fine." (looks outside the window, silent,
frowning at himself in the reflection) "Whatever's easier." (cuddles his leg closer to his torso)

HARRY: "Can you pass me my bag, El?" (extends his hand behind the seat, fishes around the bag
when Eleanor holds it out for him) "Help me out a bit?" (Eleanor hands him the pack of cigarettes)
"Thank you." (dumps it on the centre console before pulling one out) "You can put the bag back."
LOUIS: (eyeing him subtly, trying to break the awkwardness) "They raised the smoking age in
New York..."

ELEANOR: "They did, huh? People will be angry."

HARRY: "Good. Less kids smoking." (looks away from the road to find for a lighter, Louis jumps in
action, leaning over and lighting it with his own) "Thanks."

LOUIS: "Don't worry 'bout it." (pulling back) "Whoever wants to smoke will smoke anyway. A rule
ain't gonna change that."

ELEANOR: "You've switched brands?"

HARRY: "Yeah. These are lighter. Want one?"

ELEANOR: "Nah. Don't wanna pick it up."

HARRY: "Don't. It's a stupid habit. I regret picking it up."

ELEANOR:"Why did you?"

HARRY: "Everyone around me smoked. It's tough to resist. They all wanna go out for a smoke
break, you're just standing there, looking dumb. It was gonna happen eventually. Doesn't mean
I'm any less upset about it. Dumb, expensive habit."

LOUIS: (shyly, the quietest he's been all trip) "Can I taste it?"

HARRY: "Sure." (hands it over) "Don't finish it though. You already smoke too much."
LOUIS: "Thanks." (inhales a few times, gives it back) "It is lighter. How many do you average a
day?"

HARRY: (shrugs) "I don't know. Depends on the day, who I run into, what I have to get done, how
much time I have on my hands. You?"

LOUIS: "Eight, nine, on good days. I smoke when I'm stressed."

HARRY: (nods, motions wildly to himself, cigarette between his fingers) "Tell me about it. It's
impossible to resist." (gives him a brief look, followed by a one-sided smile) "I've upped around
you."

LOUIS: "I stress you out? Shocking." (chuckles, smiling automatically, more relieved) "What's the
worst you've done?"

HARRY: "You don't wanna know."

LOUIS: (almost embarrassed) "I smoked twenty-two the day my grandma died."

HARRY: (looks at him, softening) "Thirty." (hesitates) "When my ex left me. I smoked eight back to
back. That's my record. I just sat on the floor and chain-smoked into oblivion. It was horrid."

LOUIS: (not missing a beat) "How'd that happen?"

ELEANOR: (under her breath) "Louis."

HARRY: "Oh, you know, just like that..." (tapping his fingers restlessly against the wheel) "As
things happen..."

LOUIS: "Just like that, huh? Like she thew in the towel, up and left, packed her shit an' all?"
HARRY: (gulping with difficulty, biting his lip) "Pretty much."

LOUIS: "You loved her?"

HARRY: (awkward, uncomfortable) "How about some music, eh?"

ELEANOR: "Louis, drop it, or so help me..."

LOUIS: (grabs Harry's hand when it's next to the radio, Harry turns towards him confused, Louis
tries to hold back his smirk) "Bitches are replaceable."

ELEANOR: (horrified) "Louis!" (slumps back on the seat) "Ugh!"

HARRY: (sighs) "Louis..." (can't help the smile from forming) "I could smack you."

LOUIS:(shrugs, leans back, grinning) "Smack me..."

ELEANOR: "You could try this thing called compassion? I heard it works well with humans."

LOUIS:"Sorry, Eleanor, but you have been quite literally replaced."

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13. Unlikely

Chapter 13: Unlikely

[Niall's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 11:47pm, Bro-Time]

LOUIS: (sprawled on Niall's bed on his back, throwing popcorn up and trying to catch them with
his mouth, failing a lot, pop corn landing on the bed, Niall picks them up and eats them) "While I'm
here, swimming in beer, butter and betrayal, my arch nemesis is boning my hook-up. I don't know
how to feel about that." (another throw, another miss) "Tell me how to feel, Niall? What is the
correct emotion?"

NIALL: (on his stomach beside Louis, chewing on pop corn, watching the soccer game) "Who's
the arch nemesis and who's the hook-up?"

LOUIS: "Your guess is as good as mine." (laughing) "It's annoying that I'm thinking of them." (puts
his hands behind his head, closes his eyes) "Probably gonna have insomnia."

NIALL: "Why are you thinking about them?"

LOUIS: "What else should I do?"

NIALL: "Watch soccer? You love soccer. And now you're missing your boys, too busy sulking
about whether Harry Styles is in bed alone or with a friend."

LOUIS: "At least you got his last name right this time..." (turns to his side, sighs) "Do you think I'm
a misogynist?"

NIALL: "What?"

LOUIS: "Do you think I'm against women or whatever?"

NIALL: "Where did this come from?"

LOUIS: "Some people seem to believe it and I was just curious as to what you thought since
you've known me before all these fools, back when I was less...bitter, I suppose."

NIALL: "Well."

LOUIS: "Anything that starts like that makes me believe you're about to sugar-coat a yes."

NIALL: "I'm not. You're not a misogynist. You don't objectify women, well, not purposely, I don't
think at least."

LOUIS: "Wow, remind me not to call you if I need a lawyer to plead my case."

NIALL: "You just don't like women...much...or no, that came out bad as well. You don't get along
with women, girls... You don't have many girl friends, like female friends. You don't have many
fiends period, come to think of it."

LOUIS: (dry) "This is only getting better."

NIALL: "You're very selective is what I'm saying. You like few people and even fewer earn your
trust enough to stick around."

LOUIS: "Is that a bad thing?"

NIALL: "No, it's a thing. Everyone has things."

LOUIS: "You're starting to sound like Harry now."

NIALL: "Isn't that a good thing?"

LOUIS: (frightened, defensive) "Why would sounding like a bumbling, scared idiot be a good
thing?"
NIALL: (frowns) "You don't mean that."

LOUIS: "You're rambling—"

NIALL: "You don't mean to call him that. You would never call him that to his face—at least I hope
not..." (worried) "You'd hurt him."

LOUIS: "Of course not. Shit, none of you guys give me any credit. What do you all think, I'm out to
get him or something?"

NIALL: (nod that disintegrates into a head shake at Louis' glare) "You...poke at him...a little...You
mean to tickle him, I believe you. Just...sometimes, people have scars on their tummies. You'd
never know."

LOUIS: "I'd know."

NIALL: (sad) "Yes, you would I guess."

LOUIS: (serious) "I hurt him?"

NIALL: "No, no, no...no..." (trails off) "I'm making assumptions randomly, stupidly..."

LOUIS: (calculated) "Well, if he ever says anything to you...about me, you should tell me. So I
can...know to account for it."

NIALL: "I will but I'm not close to him. Zayn's the one you should really ask."

LOUIS: "Zayn and I don't get along that well."

NIALL: "I thought you liked him?"

LOUIS: "I do but I have a feeling that is not as reciprocated."

NIALL: "What makes you say that?"

LOUIS: (shrugs) "He's short-tempered."

NIALL: "Are you the pot or the cauldron?"

LOUIS: "Kettle. It's the kettle and I'm neither. I try to stay calm."

NIALL: "Key word there is try. You don't succeed most of the time."

LOUIS: "Thank you, Niall, for the compliments that keep coming this evening. I'll need some help
scraping my self-esteem off your carpet if you're not too busy dragging me across the floor
further."

NIALL: (shoves him lightly) "Yeah, right, you narcissistic punk."

LOUIS: "Zayn finds me tasteless."

NIALL: (mumbled) "Can't say I blame him."

LOUIS: (jumping to a sitting position, appalled) "You think I'm tasteless?"

NIALL: (in a tough spot) "You're not not tasteless."

LOUIS: (touches his temples) "Three negatives in that sentence. My poor brain."

NIALL: "Sorry, english major."

LOUIS: "Literature."

NIALL: "Zayn is just protective of Harry—extremely protective—and you are sometimes a threat to
that...accidentally, of course."

LOUIS: "Why aren't you protective of me?"

NIALL: (sheepish) "Because you don't need it?"

LOUIS: "And Harry does?" (thinks about it) "He does..."

NIALL: (nods) "See? Zayn's probably the only friend Harry has right now."

LOUIS: "What evidence is that conclusion based of if you don't mind me asking?"

NIALL: "Zayn's word. He quite literally said, Harry has had two best friends his entire life and one
he's not exactly in talking terms with."

LOUIS: "His ex?"

NIALL: "Who told you about that?"

LOUIS: "God's messenger."

NIALL: "Don't bring it up with Harry."

LOUIS: "Too late."

NIALL: "You asked him?!"

LOUIS: "Yeah. What, is that against the Fight Club's rules?"

NIALL: (drops his head on the bed) "Let's just say it's not gonna make him like you more."

LOUIS: (sharp) Everyone seems awfully keen on convincing me he does not like me, which I find
very amusing. It's okay if he does, you know? I'm not Lucifer. I only play Hades as a character. I
don't internalize him."

NIALL: (makes a incoherent noise) "What am I supposed to say? I don't get to decide who he
likes."

LOUIS: "Yeah, so stop worrying so much over it. All of you. If you guys don't like me, say it. You
don't have to bring it up in this roundabout way."

NIALL: "I've been your friend for how many years now?"

LOUIS: (annoyed) "I'm just sick of hearing his thoughts come out of a mouth that's not his. I'm sick
of people putting words in said mouth. Don't speak for him because really, he won't speak up to
correct you and it's frustrating to see him struggle to live up to a character you've all built off of
him."

NIALL: "We're not trying to do any of that. He's quiet so sometimes we guess and make some
reasonable assumptions. We're only trying to help."

LOUIS: "Wanna really help him? Ask him again when he doesn't reply the first time. He'll reply the
second time, I guarantee."
=================

14. Unique*

Chapter 14: Unique

[Changing Rooms, Walt Disney World in Florida, 7:52am, Morning Dress-up]

ELEANOR: (already dressed, fixing her hair when Louis comes in) "Someone looks like shit."

LOUIS: (grumpy) "Thanks, Eleanor, for pointing that out." (drops his bag on the bench loudly)

ELEANOR: "You're welcome. Ready for another day? The big parade is today and guess who got
Minnie...this girl." (points at herself, cheerful) "Oh, yeah."

LOUIS: "You're mighty chirpy today..."

ELEANOR: (elated) "Did you miss the part where I got Minnie? Me, Minnie. This is huge!"

LOUIS: "That's not all of it though." (bitter) "He kept you up all night, huh? Probably went down a
couple of times...all that fun stuff."

ELEANOR: (rolls her eyes, dry) "Yes, of course. That's it right there."

LOUIS: "I thought so. Is he better than me?"

ELEANOR: "Better than I."

LOUIS: (flustered he missed that) "Shut up." (irrationally angry) "Can he make you scream? Does
he take off his boxers for you and kiss you on the mouth like you want to?"

ELEANOR: (shakes her head) "Say what you wish, you're not ruining my day, not today, no, sir.
Today, I am Minnie."

LOUIS: "Are you guys dating now? What happened to his lots of baggage? Willing to carry the
load, are ya? Wow, he must have been really good in the sack."

ELEANOR: (in a sing-a-song voice) "Nope, not ruining my day."

LOUIS: (furious) "Answer my question. I wanna know if I have to look for fresh ass."

ELEANOR: "I'd recommend that. With the way you're acting right now, I'm kinda turned off. I don't
like my men demanding and jealous. Thanks."

LOUIS: (fuming) "Jealous...of you? Listen to your words."

ELEANOR: "I will if you start doing the same."

LOUIS: "So you're dating? You and Harry? You're dating now? Like really dating? A night and all
that is set..."

ELEANOR: "What is it to you even if we were? As if I'd sleep with you again after all you've said.
Please I have some self-respect."

LOUIS: "That's not what I thought, what with you blowing me in a bathroom and sleeping with me
ten minutes after you met me."

ELEANOR: "Will you drop that?"

LOUIS: "Like you dropped on your knees?"

ELEANOR: "Must you always be so goddamn rude? Harry's right to not give you the benefit of the
doubt."

LOUIS: (stung) "Did he say anything, your new boyfriend?"

ELEANOR: "He said that you were a cock."

LOUIS: "He'd never say that. He doesn't swear."

ELEANOR: "I paraphrased it."

LOUIS: "Don't. Tell me what he really said. In his words."

ELEANOR: "Why do you care?"

LOUIS: "I don't. I'm just curious to know just in case."

ELEANOR: "That is the definition of caring."

LOUIS: "I don't care! He can say whatever he wants about me. He has the right to not like me. I
haven't taken that away from him."

ELEANOR: "Cool then. He'll be doing that."

LOUIS: "He's a dumb idiot anyway."

ELEANOR: (shakes her head) "Alright, whatever you say."

LOUIS: "Enjoy riding him until your downstairs area is as loose as your personality." (slams the
locker closed)

ELEANOR: "I will do just that."

LOUIS: "He's just using you since he knows you're so easy."

ELEANOR: "Yup. That sounds like Harry alright, using women."

LOUIS: (frustrated) "You know he's probably a closet fag, right?"

ELEANOR: (finally angry) "You would know, you scumbag. What is wrong with you? You work for
Disney, goddammit. You're supposed to be a good role model for kids. You're supposed to be a
decent human being. Stop being such a pain all the time then maybe you'd have more friends that
could put up with your insufferable personality. I'd rather be loose than wound up so tight I'd have
a mental breakdown if someone kissed my cheek."

LOUIS: (speechless, shocked) "I don't wanna work for Disney. I didn't—"

ELEANOR: "Then quit already! Jesus. Quit so the rest of us can work in peace and enjoy maybe a
small shred of our lives. Quit and get another job. You're not chained to the floor." (walks out)

LOUIS: (tormented) "Fuck you!" (sits on the bench near the lockers, shirtless, clearly hurt by the
conversation, doesn't know how to deal with it, fidgets with the shirt in his hands before palming
his face for a few seconds, not crying but visibly upset, shaking)

HARRY: (walks in, headphones in, humming to "I Will Go the Distance") "Good morning!" (dumps
his backpack on the nearest bench)
LOUIS: (immediately flinches awake, moving back to the locker, pretending to rummage through
stuff, sniffling, no tears, clipped) "Good morning."

HARRY: (concerned, hesitant) "Is...everything alright?"

LOUIS: (swallowing) "Dandy."

HARRY: "You seem..."

LOUIS: (interjects) "Are you dating Eleanor?"

HARRY: (annoyed) "This again."

LOUIS: "Are you?" (walks to stand next to him as Harry changes from his shirt, arms crossed)"Yes
or no question. Won't take that long. Indulge me."

HARRY: "No."

LOUIS: "No, you won't or no, you're not."

HARRY: "No, I'm not."

LOUIS: "Good."

HARRY: "I won't take your girl. Don't worry."

LOUIS: "I'm not worried about that. She's a slut. You shouldn't sleep with her."
HARRY: "Don't call her that."

LOUIS: "She is."

HARRY: "Louis, please."

LOUIS: "Don't sleep with her."

HARRY: "I won't, okay? Relax. I don't touch dicks at the work place."

LOUIS: (flushing, shocked) "What did you just say?"

HARRY: "Huh?" (upon realizing how Louis took it) "Oh, that, uh, I mean, it's an expression we
used back in school. It means sleeping with someone that someone else has slept with so that the
metaphor is your uh, wieners touched the same places and by transitive property and such..."
(wincing) "That's what—I didn't come up with it. It exists...It's common as an expression...I swear.
Ask Zayn."

LOUIS: "I get it."

HARRY: "Okay, good because I'd not want you to think...you know...I don't want you to
misunderstand."

LOUIS: "Don't be stupid. What did you think I thought?"

HARRY: (shrugs, fidgets with his bangs) "I didn't think anything. Was just embarrassed."

LOUIS: (smirking, looking at his chest) "I like your tats. Didn't know you had so many." (walking
back to his locker and putting a shirt on) "Closet bad boy."
HARRY: (very quiet) "Well, the closet part..."

LOUIS: "Speak up."

HARRY: (coughs, self-conscious) "I said, I like yours too." (blushing) "I've always liked them."

LOUIS: "Oh, which one's your favorite?"

HARRY: "Everything...I mean every...one...of...the...tattoos. I like the entire thing, your body—with
the tattoos, where the tattoos are on your body..." (completely flustered) "You're cool—They're
cool. Very nice, the tats, I mean."

LOUIS: (amused) "Thanks, I guess?" (smiling) "I'm thinking of getting a new one. Wanna come
with?"

HARRY: (surprised) "Really? You want me to come with you?" (visibly happy) "Yeah! I'll come. I'd
love to. As long as I can get one too. I was thinking of doing my v-lines."

LOUIS: "You're lucky to have those..."

HARRY:(beaming) "My v-lines?"

LOUIS: "And your dimples."

HARRY:(giddy) "Thanks!"

LOUIS: "I'll let you know when I'll go to get inked." (heading out) "See you around, hero-boy."

HARRY:(screaming behind him, smile biggest it has been) "Maybe we can smoke later?"
LOUIS: "Sure."

=================

15. Unnecessary

NOTE: This book has many inside jokes, which is what makes the fandom fun. It's tough being an
old reader (I'm calling you the OG-s from now on for Original Gangsters) but remember how
awesome it was reading this for the first time. Don't spoil that experience for others.

***

Chapter 15: Unnecessary

[Simon's Office, Walt Disney World in Florida, 11:47am, Monthly Check-up]

SIMON: "Any problems with the hotel?"

LOUIS: "No."

SIMON: "Food?"

LOUIS: "No."

SIMON: "Are you getting along with the others?"

LOUIS: "Most assuredly."

SIMON: (tapping his pen against the table) "Are you...feeling well?"

LOUIS: "Perfect."

SIMON: "Are you sure?"

LOUIS: "Simon—"

SIMON: "Mr. Cowell."

LOUIS: (blinks bored) "Simon...do you have to ask this every single month I come here? Nothing
has changed."

SIMON: "Yes, I have to. To make sure you're still with us..." (taps pen agains temple) "Up here."

LOUIS: "Can't we skip the formalities? I have been doing this more than thirty-six times now. I will
let you know if the pasta is getting old and I broke the bed getting laid and all other life-altering
problems."

SIMON: (sarcastic) "I'll look forward to that."

LOUIS: "Are we done?"

SIMON: "Not yet."

LOUIS: "What? What else? The buses are fine and the weekends are fine. The costumes still fit.
The parents haven't gotten too annoying. The music only repeats nine times a day; my threshold
is ten. What did I miss?"

SIMON: "Has anything happened?"

LOUIS: "Nothing to report."

SIMON: "Have you been feeling...worse lately?"

LOUIS: "Worse than working for you worse? Is that possible?"

SIMON: "Louis, I'm being serious for a second."

LOUIS: "I'm always serious in this office, sir Simon."

SIMON: (sighs) "You just seem more irritated than usual and the others have been worried."

LOUIS: "Who's the others?"

SIMON: "The other cast members."

LOUIS: "I thought we established last decade that they didn't quite like me. Why are we
excavating these issues? Have I run out of problems that we have to resort to already solved
ones?"

SIMON: "Those weren't exactly solved..."

LOUIS: "They were buried though. Let them die."

SIMON: "I'm just bringing it up because as you know, our counselors are always—"

LOUIS: "Around, free of charge thanks to the generosity of Mickey Mouse, I know. I am not new
though I just adopted this hairstyle so you might not recognize me. Do you like it?"
SIMON: (dismissive) "Very nice."

LOUIS: "I'll grow a beard. Is that against the rules?"

SIMON: "Perhaps you should consider talking with someone—"

LOUIS: "Yes...hmm...considering. Considered. I'll be fine."

SIMON: "It could help."

LOUIS: "You know what else could help? A raise."

SIMON: "You need more money?"

LOUIS: "I wouldn't mind more money."

SIMON: (rolls his eyes) "You don't pay for transportation, housing or food, what could you need
more money for? You save all your paychecks. What you get is pocket money to you."

LOUIS: "And more pocket money would be bad because...?"

SIMON: "No raise. You can get a free spa treatment though...if you see a counselor."

LOUIS: "Bribing. Have you no shame?"

SIMON: "Positive reinforcement."

LOUIS: "You think I'm crazy?"

SIMON: "No, I think you're going through a tough time."

LOUIS: (mock worry) "Why, what happened to me? Oh, I didn't know! Poor me."

SIMON: "Louis."

LOUIS: "Did I die? Did I suddenly lose it?"

SIMON: "This is why."

LOUIS: "You know I'm pretending to be crazy, right? I'm not really in need of a know-it-all to tell
me this. I'm a good actor."

SIMON: "That's what I'm worried about."

LOUIS: "Last time I checked I didn't make an effort to hide my discontent."

SIMON: "But the extent of it..."

LOUIS: "Why would I spare anyone?"

SIMON: "It'll make you feel better. You never know what could come of it."

LOUIS: "I already have someone to do that. Her name is Mary Jane."

SIMON: "I hope that's a joke."

LOUIS: "If you laugh it is..."

SIMON: "I hope you're not caught smoking inside the park."

LOUIS: "Certainly not."

SIMON: "I'd be disappointed."

LOUIS: "I'd never disappoint you, papa bear."

SIMON: "If you wanted to not—"

LOUIS: "No! I will not be going to a counselor. Move on. I'll help you build the bridge. Just please."

SIMON: "I just want you happy."

LOUIS: "My icy heart melts hearing that."

SIMON: (groans) "Hopeless. I don't know what he sees in you."

LOUIS: "He as in the lord? He is a fan of my sense of sin."

SIMON: "Harry. He adores you. He says you're his favorite part of the job. He was in here a while
ago." (straightening some papers) "Much more pleasant to talk to, certainly. I don't have to pull
teeth to get through his check-up. He's probably the reason why I don't think of firing you more
often."

LOUIS: (sarcastic) "I'll send him flowers."

SIMON: "You should. He'd pee his pants in excitement."

LOUIS: "Marvelous. I'll put an order in right now. I'm thinking Mimosas...or is that a drink? If so, I'd
like one of those to get through this meeting."

SIMON: "Go." (waves him off) "It makes me more concerned to have these meetings with you than
to not. Next time I'll just pretend you're a model employee."

LOUIS: "Better yet...pretend I don't exist." (closes the door behind him)

***

AUTHOR SPEAKS: I'm one of those authors that puts a lot of his beliefs and values in a book.
There are a few things I'm more passionate about than others and one of them is the treatment of
young girls. This is because working with children I'm aware of how important and fragile a girl's
morale and self-perception are in their teens. I see girls get used, abused, forced into
relationships, shamed and really damaged in high school because they don't know how defend
themselves from the onslaught of society's expectations. These things stick with them for the rest
of their life and open them to more suffering.

I cannot allow any attitudes in this book that would convince my younger readers that the abuse
they might face or be facing is right. I know all of you mean well and are kind human beings but I
will challenge comments that put women back a few years because my readers are the
demographic that takes these things to heart.

I care so much about every single one of you and I hope this book only shows you that you
deserve to be treated with respect.

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16. Unintentional
Chapter 16: Unintentional

[Peter Pan's Flight, Walt Disney World in Florida, 1:47pm, Candy Giving]

LOUIS: "At some point, I think he might actually fire me. That's the hilarious part."

LUKE: "Simon?"

LOUIS: "Yes, unless someone fires him and then I'm really screwed. Gotta start kissing ass. Not
one of my talents. Perhaps you should give me some tips."

LUKE: "What are you suggesting? That I, a minor, licks ass?"

LOUIS: "You're eighteen officially and no longer able to play that card." (afterthought) "Plus, you
do lick ass."

LUKE: "Is that what you did with Simon? Some lapping up? That why he's wrapped around your
finger?"

LOUIS: (makes a face) "Clearly not if he's planning on firing me."

LUKE: "He won't. He loves you... For some reason."

LOUIS: (sarcastic) "I don't even get why he worries about my mental health. It's not like I get
bombarded by insults every hour of the day...oh, wait. I do. That is the life I lead. Whoever I talk to
has something to say about my this—"

LUKE: (amused) "Derisive personality?"

LOUIS: "—or that."

LUKE: (barely containing his laughter) "Squeaky voice?"

LOUIS: "Squeaky calling my voice squeaky."

LUKE: (pouting) "Why am I the mouse and Ashton the kitten? I wanna be the kitten."

LOUIS: "I wanna be loved but obviously not all our dreams come true. Mickey lied."

LUKE: (chuckles) "I didn't say I don't love you. I do...for some reason. That's the weird part.
People do but they don't know why because you're so unlovable."

LOUIS: (sarcastic) "Thank you."

LUKE: "And yet there is something that attracts people to you...like some magnetic masochistic
drive to be the special one that maybe gets to see your gears and cogs."

LOUIS: "I have one question though... Why did you not become a philosopher? I mean all these
thoughts you have, they could benefit humanity. You simply must share them with the world. You
must."

LUKE: "If you put as much effort in being a decent human being as you do in being a non-decent
one—"

LOUIS: "Alright, Aristotle. Take it easy on us. One postulation at a time."

LUKE: (rolling his eyes) "Simply commenting on how it must get exhausting to be so snappy."

LOUIS: "It's a born talent."

LUKE: "I bet. You think he's upset with you? Simon? Like really upset?"

LOUIS: "Nah, maybe...I don't think so. He's tired. It's like I see his hair change color when he
speaks to me—he's graying faster than Goku goes Super Saiyan."

LUKE: "Perhaps you could try to do what he says. What's wrong with a counselor?"

LOUIS: "I don't need one."

LUKE: "Sure, but do it to get him off your back."

LOUIS: "You know substituting one nuisance for another is not really a relief?"

LUKE: "You might end up liking it."

LOUIS: "Luke, the reason I hang out with you and not Simon is because you don't break my balls
repeatedly. Have I been mistaken in that assumption?"

LUKE: "Why are you so against it?"

LOUIS: (groans, walks faster) "I have been it seems."

LUKE: "Okay, okay. Fine. I dropped it. It's dropped. We'll switch topics to your favorite. I ran into
Harry the other day."

LOUIS: "You did, didn't you?"

LUKE: "In a bar."

LOUIS: (suddenly interested) "He goes to bars?"

LUKE: "Yup. He was there...alone...at first."

LOUIS: "He can pick up girls now?"

LUKE: (purses his lips, opens his mouth, closes it, opens it again) "You know, Louis, about
Harry..."

LOUIS: "I can't imagine him actually flirting with someone. He's so...innocent. But ladies like that,
right? They just love to mother guys. Creepiest thing ever. I cringe just thinking about it."

LUKE: "He was out with some guys that night."

LOUIS: "He has friends! Even more shocking. What are you gonna tell me next, that he's actually
cool?"

LUKE: "They seemed to think that." (changing tactics) "Don't you ever think about why he never
comes out with the gang when you go to bars?"

LOUIS: "You don't come either."

LUKE: "I prefer gay bars. It gets annoying to keep rejecting girls."

LOUIS: "What a misfortune to be attractive."

LUKE: (snorts) "Maybe he feels that way too." (looks at Louis pointedly)
LOUIS: (chuckles) "You're probably right. He wouldn't know what to do with a girl."

LUKE: (sighs) "Some days..."

LOUIS: "What?"

LUKE: "Just...some days."

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17. Unsure

Chapter 17: Unsure

[Rainforest Cafe, Walt Disney World in Florida, 1:11pm, Lunchtime]

LIAM: "You look like death."

LOUIS: "Will people stop pointing that out? I'm supposed to look like death. I'm Hades
remember?"

LIAM: (laughing) "Congrats on being so committed to the character."

LOUIS: "What can I say? I live and breathe Disney."

LIAM: "Oh yes. I'm certain. How was yesterday?"

LOUIS: "Got too drunk, which meant whiskey dick, which meant had to tell her I don't eat female
parts, which meant she slammed the door on the way out. I slept a full four hours though so at
least I've got that going for me."

LIAM: (laughing) "Dear god, train wreck. Why'd you drink that much? Actually, don't answer that.
It's you. Of course, you drank that much."

LOUIS: "Eh, I have no ragrets. The beer was better than the girl anyway and she was going to
stain my pillow case with her cheap-ass lipstick."

LIAM: "Who was it?"

LOUIS: "Hell if I know. Some random that works in the resort."

LIAM: "Don't sleep around like this, man. You'll catch something."

LOUIS: "Disnerrea? Everyone has it here."

LIAM: (chuckles) "Don't joke about that. It's very real and very uncomfortable."

LOUIS: (suddenly) "Do you think Eleanor is humping Hazza?"

LIAM: "Who be Hazza again?"

LOUIS: "The curly-haired one with the baby face."

LIAM: "Styles? Harry Styles? The insanely-attractive one that says 'uh' all the time with a voice so
deep it sounds like he went through puberty at five?"

LOUIS: "You think he's attractive?"

LIAM: "Are we talking about the same person? The one with the dimples? He smiles all the time,
tall, skinny, loves skinny jeans?"

LOUIS: "Wait, wait... You think he's attractive?"

LIAM: "Has a really husky voice, british, super british, like suburbia british."

LOUIS: "Hey, I'm british and so are you."

LIAM: "Not suburbia british though. There is a difference."

LOUIS: "Yeah, that kid, the kid you apparently stalk in your free time and can wax poetic about for
hours." (mocking him) "Oh, Louis, his dimples. Oh, Louis, his voice. Oh, Louis, he's wonderful."

LIAM: (rolls his eyes) "If you've spoken to him once outside the park, you'd know all these things. I
wasn't giving you his mom's maiden name."

LOUIS: "More importantly, you think he's into Eleanor?"

LIAM: (surprised) "He is?!"

LOUIS: "I asked you what you thought."

LIAM: (shrugs) "I don't know. Maybe? I would see it. But I don't think he quite swi—"

LOUIS: (interrupting him) "You would see it?"

LIAM: "Yeah. She's into all that lovey-dovey, cheesy bull. He seems like someone that would
swoop her off her feet...maybe drop her afterwards 'cause he's such a klutz but you get the gist.
All romantic and grand."
LOUIS: "You think she's his type though?"

LIAM: "Who knows?" (realizing) "Hey, what has you so worried? I thought you said you didn't want
to sleep with El anymore."

LOUIS: "I don't. We're over. Way over. It's not that."

LIAM: "What then? Your macho pride demands that you protect your abandoned territory either
way just because?"

LOUIS: (rolling his eyes) "Yes. That's it right there."

LIAM: "Then what?"

LOUIS: "Nothing." (shrugs) "I can't see them together so when it was brought to my attention, I
was a little weirded out, wanted to see what you thought." (afterthought) "She'd drive him insane."

LIAM: "Just because she drives you insane doesn't mean—"

LOUIS: "No, she's not his type. She's peppy and over-the-top and bubbly. She'd give him anxiety
and wouldn't let him speak and probably order him around in bed. And then she'd want to be
cuddled and he wouldn't wanna cuddle her."

LIAM: "You seem to have given this a lot of thought... Since when do you know his type? Up until
now you didn't even know the kid's eye color."

LOUIS: "He has very bright green eyes bordering on blue some days. And they're big and they get
bigger when he's caught off guard, which is all the time because he's like a baby deer, always
standing in the middle of some street about to be hit."
LIAM: "And you call me the stalker."

LOUIS: "I'm good at reading people."

LIAM: "I thought you guys didn't get along." (Louis slams his palm on the table, Liam flinches) "The
hell was that for?"

LOUIS: (growled) "We get along. We get along quite well actually."

LIAM: (wary) "So...what did I miss these past few days that I went to Cali? A lot seems to have
gone down. El is mad at you. Zayn is not so mad at you. And you're not mad at Harry. What's
happening here?"

LOUIS: "Nothing. Why does everyone think he doesn't like me? At first it was annoying and now
it's becoming worrisome."

LIAM: "Well, it's just that he's a bit intimidated by you. You do tend to push him around a little. Up
until now..." (treading carefully) "You sometimes...say stuff that is mean or..." (coughing)
"Derogatory, which may hurt him...I think. He's mute so I don't know for sure but..." (seeing how
worried Louis looks, broken) "But why are we talking about this in the first place? He's probably
just getting used to you. You're an acquired taste, that's all."

LOUIS: (insecure) "He's said that, all that?"

LIAM: "I don't know."

LOUIS: "I just wish people would tell me what he says. It's confusing to get the interpretations.
Him, I can understand. But he, through the eyes of other people...is so different. What you think of
him, all of you, is so different."

LIAM: "We don't know him that well. I think many people just do guesswork from what Zayn
mentions and...and...uh..."

LOUIS: "His ex?"

LIAM: (suddenly, stiffly, loudly) "O-kay, I'm gonna go order chicken tenders now."

LOUIS: (confused) "What? Why?"

LIAM: "Nope. Chicken tenders. I am not having this conversation with you. I'm bad with secrets
and good with gossip and bad with you and nope, nope, nope."

LOUIS: "What? Come on? What's the secret?"

LIAM: "Do you want something?"

LOUIS: "The secret."

LIAM: "To eat, I mean?"

LOUIS: "Liam!"

LIAM: "You're not getting it from me, Louis. My mouth is shut. Unless there's a chicken tender
coming in."

LOUIS: "Ugh! What the hell is the big deal? It's an ex. Was this girl that freaking psycho?"

LIAM: (eyes-wide, screechy) "Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope." (backing away) "I am never
coming back here again. I'm gonna go eat my chicken tenders with Eleanor, whom you're trying to
avoid. Bye."
LOUIS: (screaming) "Liam!" (slumping on the table) "For shit's sake, what?!"

=================

18. Ullagone

BIRTHDAY BABY: I was going to update only once today to allow people to catch up but it's a
special someone's birthday and she's probably one of the most supportive fans of this story--I
mean look at her username (see dedication). Now, I know you all love updates so do me a favor
and wish her the happiest birthday of her life and tell her how much we love her. If you're feeling
really sweet, you could follow her too. I do and have not regret it yet. Ha. Happy birthday, darling.
Smile extra big for me today. Lots of hugs and kisses.

***

Chapter 18: Ullagone

[Splash Mountain, Walt Disney World in Florida, 2:24pm, Meet & Greet]

HARRY: (smiling) "Hey Louis. How was lunch?"

LOUIS: (mock sadness) "Hey, buddy."

HARRY: (smile immediately falling off) "What's wrong? You're sad."

LOUIS: (surprised at the speed of the reaction) "Uh..."

HARRY: "Is something wrong?"

LOUIS: (back on the act) "Well, yes and no..."

HARRY: "What is it? What happened?"

LOUIS: "Harry, I think..." (almost losing it and bursting into laughter, covers it up by palming his
face, fake sniffles) "I uh..."

HARRY: (whimpering) "What? What happened?" (wraps an arm around him awkwardly) "Are you
hurt?" (realizes what he is doing, jumps back) "Are you sad? Did I do something wrong?"

LOUIS: (can't help himself, incredulous, snappy) "How is it that that is the first thing in your mind?"

HARRY: "I did? I did something wrong?"

LOUIS: (unimpressed) "Harry..."

HARRY: (urgently) "I didn't mean to!" (pause) "Whatever it is."

LOUIS: "You're unbelievable."

HARRY: "I'm sorry."

LOUIS: "No, you idiot. I just got fired."

HARRY: (speechless, devastated) "What..."

LOUIS: (ranting) "No longer working here. Fired. No more Disney. Hasta la vista this job. Time to
be homeless."
HARRY: (shell-shocked) "You're lying."

LOUIS:"No...I'm..."(realizing Harry is not taking it well, torn as to whether to keep going) "I'm not."

HARRY: "So you're leaving for good?"

LOUIS: (can't even get himself to smile he's so surprised) "Yeah..."

HARRY: (palms his mouth, looks left and right, shuffles, under his breath) "No..." (anxious) "Why?"

LOUIS: "Because I'm fired?"

HARRY: "Why are you fired?" (shakily) "Why did they fire you? Why would they do that? You were
good at this."

LOUIS: (half-hearted) "They think I'm too mean for this job."

HARRY: (angry) "That's not true!" (frustrated) "You're good at this. You don't deserve to be fired.
You have to be here...you didn't do anything wrong. Why would they do this? Is this legal? Like
with the contract? Is this—they can't do this...what about the contract? They can't fire you."

LOUIS: (smiling slowly) "You're seconds away from bursting into tears, aren't you?"

HARRY: "I'm sad. I'm sorry. I don't know...It's sad. Is there anything I can do...."

LOUIS: (blurted) "I was joking."

HARRY: "What?"
LOUIS: "It was a prank. I'm not fired. Simon loves me. I lied."

HARRY: "Why would you..." (trails off, opens his mouth, closes it, walks away, shaking his head)

LOUIS: "Hey!" (runs after him) "Hey, hey, it was a prank, harmless...hey." (intercepts him) "Hey..."
(sees how embarrassed Harry is, chuckles) "It's okay."

HARRY: "I..." (palms his face) "This isn't fair...that wasn't a good joke. That wasn't funny. I was
worried." (sees Louis grinning) "That's not funny."

LOUIS: "It was stupid—I didn't think it would...Harry." (actually worried) "I just wanted to see your
reaction."

HARRY: (frustrated) "Well now you have." (walks past him) "Hope you're happy."

LOUIS: "Harry." (groans, follows him again) "It wasn't a big deal. I didn't mean to worry you. Well, I
did, but I didn't think you were going to get so...so...hurt over it. I thought it'd be light...a joke...
Harry, can you stop walking away for a second?"

HARRY:(irritated) "What did you think was going to happen, Louis? What did you think? Of
course, I'd get worried. And sad. And..." (mumbles the rest)

LOUIS: "What?"

HARRY: "Nothing. Just nothing. Good prank."

LOUIS: (sighs) "Maybe I took it too far."

HARRY: "It's fine."

LOUIS: "I honestly just wanted to see you celebrate. I didn't mean to upset you."

HARRY: (genuinely confused) "Why would I celebrate?"

LOUIS: "Well, you wouldn't have to put up with me all day long."

HARRY: "You're the only person I really talk to."

LOUIS: "That's not true."

HARRY: "It is. You're the only kinda friend—acquaintance, interaction thing I have other than
Zayn, who has to talk to me because he's my best friend, and if you left then I'd just be back to
square one again. I thought I was making some progress...I thought..."

LOUIS: "I'm not going to leave." (sobers up) "I didn't think it'd be..." (sighs) "I feel bad...I
suppose...about how hard you took it."

HARRY: (shrugs) "It's fine. I overreacted."

LOUIS: (blurting) "You did."

HARRY: (embarrassed) "Yeah...I do that...sometimes." (sighs) "Yeah..." (starts walking away

awkwardly) "I'm going to...go now because I have something to—I need to—uh, meet someone—I
just, uh, wanna leave really..."

LOUIS: (interrupting him) "It was cute."

HARRY: "Huh?"

LOUIS: (blushing against his will, forcing the words out) "The overreacting, it was cute. I liked it. It
made me feel better about myself. It was flattering—I'm flattered. Don't feel bad."

HARRY: (lost) "Okay..."

LOUIS: "It's good to know you want me around."

HARRY: (painfully confused, trying so hard) "Should I not want that?"

LOUIS: (immediately) "No, no. It's nice. I'm not used to it but it's a good nice..." (making fun of
himself) "Like there's such thing as a bad nice, Louis." (snorts) "I'm trying to say you shouldn't stop
caring about people just because I made this stupid prank..." (mumbled) "Shouldn't stop caring
about..." (wince) "Me...in specific."

HARRY: "I won't. It's not like I can... I don't really decide that. I just..." (shrugs) "Care...just
happens. If I like people, I care about them."

LOUIS: (smitten unconsciously, smiling faintly) "I'd care too...if you were fired. So you know...I'd be
upset too. I'd make more of a scene probably, curse a bit and such, lead a protest. It'd have been
a ton more embarrassing."

HARRY: (smiles, warm) "I know."

LOUIS: (smug) "Do you now?"

HARRY: "Yeah... You watch out for me. Have since the start." (walks away, hands in pockets,
leaving Louis stunned)

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19. Usually*
Chapter 19: Usually

[Mad Tea Party, Walt Disney World in Florida, 2:24pm, Baby-sitting]

JACK: (pointing at Louis, jumping up and down, to Harry) "Punch him in the face!"

LOUIS: "Yeah, let's not do that."

JACK: "Punch him!"

HARRY: "That's not very nice, Jackie."

JACK: "But he's the bad guy. Bad guys must get punched. That's how it works." (whiny) "Why do
you want the bad guy to win?"

HARRY: "Still though... That would hurt..."

JACK: (screaming) "Punch him!"

LOUIS: "How about I punch you in the face, you twerp?"

HARRY: (alarmed) "Louis!"

JACK: (pointing his tongue out) "You lose at the end. You loser. Hercules punch him in the face,
now." (to Louis) "You're about to be punched again, loser."

HARRY: "Jack, what did I tell you about that word?"

JACK: (sheepish) "That it's mean."

HARRY: "Yes. And?"

JACK: "Be nice to nice. But Hades isn't nice. He's a bad guy. He sends snake-dragons to the city
and hits the devil children until they become worms and wants to destroy Olympus and throws you
in the river of ghosts. And tricks you!"

HARRY: (lost) "Well...I guess, that's true but-"

JACK: "So I can be mean to Hades." (to Louis) "You are a loser. I laughed when you got thrown in
the river of ghosts."

LOUIS: "I'm going to kill this kid."

HARRY: "Louis, please." (looks around worriedly) "Parents don't like the k word."

JACK: "Kill him, Hercules! Kill him." (suddenly, in realization) "Is that what happens in the river of
ghosts? Do people die there?"

HARRY: "No, no, no."

JACK: "What happens then?"

LOUIS: (amused) "They get killed."

HARRY: "Louis!"

JACK: "Kill him!"

LOUIS:(smirking) "You were saying? I couldn't hear you over this child wanting to kill me."

HARRY: (face palms) "Say nice things."

JACK: (runs over, kicks Louis in the shin) "Ha!"

LOUIS: "Fuck!" (jumping around on one foot)

HARRY: (horrified) "Louis! Don't swear!"

LOUIS: (limping around) "The little parasite kicked me!"

JACK: "Fuck!"

HARRY: "Don't say that!" (lowers down, touches Jack's shoulders) "Listen to me, love, don't say
that. That's a bad word. and it hurts people's feelings. We don't say that. It would make me and
your mommy really sad."

LOUIS: (laughing) "Yeah, buddy, fuck's right."

HARRY: (stern) "Louis, stop it. He's four."

JACK: (crossing his arms, to Louis) "That's a bad word that makes Hercules sad so I will kick you
again as punishment." (tries to run towards Louis, Harry grabs him, raises him off the ground
before he can) "Hey!"

HARRY: "Let's play flying."

JACK: (pouting, crossing his arms) "No, we were gonna kill Hades."
HARRY: "But isn't flying like a superhero better than beating bad guys up?"

JACK: "No, it's not. It's lame." (giggling at Harry's rolling eyes) "Did you see that, Hercules? Did
you see what I did?"

HARRY: "I did but I'd rather you don't do that again."

JACK: "Kick him?"

HARRY: "Yeah, don't kick him."

JACK: "Why not?"

HARRY: "Because that's not very nice-"

LOUIS: (comes closer to them, pokes Jack in the stomach) "Because Hades will get mad and fry
your diaper-ed ass."

JACK: "I don't wear a diaper."

LOUIS: "You'll need one when I'm done with you." (picks him up from Harry's arms, throws him
over his shoulder)

HARRY: (worried) "Louis! Careful." (chasing after him) "You might hurt him."

JACK: (squealing, reaching for Harry) "No. He has me. Save me, Hercules."

LOUIS: (dangling him upside down while Jack giggles) "What was that? Nothing can save you
now." (walks him to the edge of the bridge) "How about I throw you into this river of ghosts?"

JACK: (laughing) "That's not the river of ghosts. That's just a stupid pond."

LOUIS: "That's what you think but look closely." (Jack squints curiously, Louis pretends to drop
him in, Jack squeals in fear, Louis balances him again, hugging him close, Jack clings to his neck,
starts laughing) "You almost died, eh? Are your pants wet yet?"

JACK: (giggling) "Again! Again. Do the upside down thing again!"

HARRY: (softer, almost affectionately) "Louis, be careful."

LOUIS: (lowers him upside down again) "So death by river or death by tickling?"

JACK: (giggling madly) "You're not hurting me. This doesn't hurt at all."

LOUIS: "Oh, you want it to hurt, eh?"

HARRY: (smiling fondly) "Louis-"

LOUIS: "He's fine. He's fine. Relax." (holds him right side up, balancing him on his hip) "He's good.
See?" (straightening Jack's shirt again on his stomach) "Tell Hercules, you're okay so he stops
worrying."

JACK: "I'm okay but Hades is more funner than you, Hercules." (pouting, touching Louis' face,
whispering) "Why didn't you kill me? Are you gonna kill me next time?"

LOUIS: (whispering back, smiling) "No."

JACK: (sulking) "But I wanted a real fight...with punches and killings."

LOUIS: (fixing Jack's hair away from his eyes) "How about a picture instead?"

JACK: "No." (crosses his arms) "Fight time."

LOUIS: "I'll let you punch me then?"

HARRY: "Maybe not."

JACK: "Punch Hercules!"

LOUIS: "No."

JACK: "Why not?"

LOUIS: "Because look at him. He's too weak. He might fall over."

JACK: (giggling) "No! Hercules wins because he's the strongest." (wiggling until he gets put down,
runs over to Harry) "Right, Hercules?"

HARRY: (smiles down at him, picks him up) "Right. Strongest in the whole world. Even though I'm
not the funnest, it seems."

JACK: "Can I have a kiss?"

HARRY: "If you stop kicking people." (smiles at Jack nodding) "Show me your cheek." (pecks him
lightly on the cheek)

LOUIS: "Can I have a kiss?"

HARRY: (blushing) "No."

JACK: "Why?"

LOUIS: "Yeah, why? Why don't I get a kiss? I'll stop kicking people too for a kiss."

HARRY: "Bad guys don't get kisses."

LOUIS: "Then I'll kick people."

JACK: (hands in the air, joyous) "Yes!"

LOUIS: "If I don't get kisses then why should I be nice?"

JACK: (thinking) "You are a bad guy though and bad guys don't get kisses because they're bad..."

LOUIS: "Oh!" (holds his chest) "Everyone is hurting me today. Nobody wants to be my friend. I'm
all alone."

HARRY: (snorts) "Bad guy."

JACK: (chanting) "Bad guy!"

LOUIS: (pouts) "But I don't wanna be a bad guy anymore. I'm tired of being a bad guy. It's lonely. I
wanna be a good guy now."

JACK: (confused) "You do?" (to Harry, whispering) "Can he do that?"

HARRY: (shrugs) "I don't know. You decide."

JACK: (looks back at Louis who is smiling at him) "Are you gonna be a good guy forever...or is this
just a trick to get us to trust you and then BAM!" (hands in the air, super excited) "You trick us!"

LOUIS: (laughing) "What do you think?"

JACK: "What do you think, Hercules?"

HARRY: (looks over at Louis, more serious) "I think it's a trick..." (doesn't break eye contact,
quieter) "I think he wants to trick me into believing he cares..."

LOUIS: (gulping, biting his lip) "It might very well be but hey, it's about trust. You gotta take a leap
of faith. Heroes have courage last time I remember."

JACK: (whispered, awed) "Give him a kiss, Hercules."

HARRY: (whispers back) "You think?"

JACK: (nodding) "Leap of faith!"

LOUIS: "Yeah, go on repeating that...not that other word."

JACK: (giggling, kisses Harry on the cheek) "Will you kiss him?"

HARRY: (blushing, as he walks towards Louis, Jack still in his arms) "Of course." (gives him a kiss
on the cheek, visibly longer than the one he shared with Jack) "I'm taking a leap a faith though so
it could go wrong..."
JACK: (gives Louis a kiss as well) "You're good now. Don't mess it up. You can be a hero too."

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20. Upas

Chapter 20: Upas

[Seven Dwarfs Mine Train, Walt Disney World in Florida, 5:14pm, End of the Day Children Pick-
up]

MOTHER: (chastising) "You'd think Disney would have something against men showing so much
skin."

HARRY: (innocently) "As opposed to women who should show skin?"

MOTHER: "Don't give me sass, young man. Both should not be showing skin around kids this
young."

HARRY: "I'm not...I was just asking..."

MOTHER: "You're working with minors all day. Shouldn't you at least wear pants?"

HARRY: "Those didn't exist in Ancient Greece..."

MOTHER: "And what does that have to do with it?"

HARRY: (getting flustered) "Hercules was from Ancient Greece. I'm Hercules. I can't wear pants."
MOTHER: "You think the kids overthink it that much?"

LOUIS: (snappy, standing beside Harry protectively) "You think the kids care about his thighs?"

HARRY: "Louis..." (polite) "I just can't do anything about it...It's uniform..."

MOTHER: "Well, that's exactly what I'm saying. What kind of uniform is that?"

LOUIS: (dry) "The one from the movie? Lady, do you not know how this cast member thing works?
You dress up like a character that already exists. We don't invent our own costumes. This isn't
Project Runway."

MOTHER: (stunned) "I'd appreciate if you showed some respect."

HARRY: (hands raised in a pacifying gesture) "He means well..."

LOUIS: "I would if it was reciprocated. Unlike you, who's on vacation, some of us are doing
fourteen hour jobs here and the least you can do is not make our life harder."

MOTHER: "All I said was this type of indecency is troubling. As a parent of a two-year old, I have
the right to be worried."

LOUIS: "You do and he listened and told you that he can't do anything about it. Why are you
pestering him?"

MOTHER: "Because I want this problem fixed."

LOUIS: "And you think we have control over this because?"

HARRY: "Louis, please." (to the woman) "I apologize. I get your concern. I apologize. I will try to
talk to someone about it."

LOUIS: "No, you won't. This isn't your responsibility or fault. If you have a problem, take it to
Simon, the manager, or better take it to Walt Disney Studios. They were the once to decide to be
historically accurate and depict Hercules with chiton—that is the name of this article by the way.
Let me educate you."

MOTHER: "Why, I have never seen anyone this—"

HARRY: "Louis! Please..." (pleading) "He's irritated... He's just... Just..." (grabbing Louis' arm,
pleading) "Louis...stop."

LOUIS: (ignoring him but not shaking him off) "This what? This sick and tired of the constant
abuse we get from parents for hours every day?"

MOTHER: "Might I remind you that you have chosen this job for yourself. Some of us are trying to
have a nice time here. We don't need the likes of you to ruin it."

LOUIS: (fuming) "Then stop standing here and arguing with me! Go have a nice time. Go do other
things. Do you enjoy treating us like your slaves? Is this what you consider a nice time?"

HARRY: (squeaky) "Okay! Okay. Okay." (stands in front of Louis, in between them) "This
escalated very quickly because it's dinner time and we are all tired and hungry and in need of rest.
Please, let's be mature about this—"

MOTHER: "Tell that to your friend over there. Is he old enough to have this job? He's a kid
himself."

HARRY: (interjecting before Louis can) "He is and he has worked here for years now and is very,
very good at this. The kids love him. He's just having a bad day. It's been raining all morning. I'm
sure it's taking a toll on all of us."
LOUIS: "Yes, especially the ones of us wearing nothing and getting hypothermia. You think he'd
be wearing this if he didn't have to? You think he wants to freeze? Look at him, he's shivering."

MOTHER: (more somber) "I was simply making a comment..."

LOUIS: "I know you were. And I know it's easy to forget about circumstances when really, why
should you care about what goes on? You're here for ten days and your concerns start with what
to eat for breakfast and end with whether your kid is going to see a pair of boxers accidentally. I
get it. I'd have those concerns too if I was in your place but I'm not. I'm in this place and he's in this
place and there is only so much we can do. And there is so much we can take before we get
miserable too. We're given an order and we obey so that we can get a check at the end of the
week. If you think we care about principles and outfits and fashion trends, you must have never
worked minimum wage jobs that involve being on your feet for half a day."

HARRY: "I really am sorry if we caused any trouble...I try to be careful about it. I wouldn't want
kids to see anything inappropriate either. I could talk to the manager. I can't promise anything..."

MOTHER: "No, no, it's okay. Your friend is right. It's been a long day for us all." (somewhat
smiling) "Having crying toddlers takes a toll on your patience. That might have been a tad uncalled
for."

HARRY: "It's fine. We get it. Kids are lovely until they're not. Go on. I'm sure they want you back."

MOTHER: "I should. They've probably driven my husband insane already. Again, I'm sorry for this
whole thing. Took so much time. I hope the rest of the day goes well."

HARRY: "It will. It's almost over anyway. Have fun. Enjoy. Say hi to the kids. I'd check the times on
the rides too. Since most are wet, not many people."

MOTHER: (walking away) "Thank you."

HARRY: (sighs) "That ended well..."

LOUIS: (frowning) "Why don't you stand up for yourself?"

HARRY: "I do...I just...These are parents, Louis. Our fate is in their hands."

LOUIS: "She was blaming you for something you didn't even choose to do. It's annoying. You
should have said something."

HARRY: "I did. I'm just not as...forward as you. I don't know how to be and they're parents. It's
best to be nice."

LOUIS: "You're too nice. You're always too nice."

HARRY: "I try to be nice."

LOUIS: "Why?"

HARRY: (small) "So people can like me..."

LOUIS: "Do you really need everyone to like you?"

HARRY: "No, but...I need some people...It'd be nice if people liked me. I'd like that. I don't feel bad
about myself if people like me." (insecure) "Is that a bad thing?"

LOUIS: "It is if it means letting people walk all over you."

HARRY: "I don't."

LOUIS: "You do. You let people treat you like a rug. Yes, you work here. Yes, you have to be
helpful. But you don't have to withstand abuse. Not everything that happens in the world is your
fault. Very little is actually."

HARRY: "She wasn't abusing me... It was just a misunderstanding. She was concerned. I get it.
She's a mother."

LOUIS: "Forget about that. I'm talking in general. You should learn to be louder."

HARRY: "Louder?"

LOUIS: "As it stands, you're so quiet that when you say 'ouch' no one bothers to listen. You
shouldn't get hurt for people to like you."

HARRY: (wincing, looking down) "It hurts more if they don't."

LOUIS: (pursuing his lips, sighs) "Look at me." (Harry raises his eyes) "You're a likable person.
You don't have to try so hard. I promise. Let go for a little bit. Don't be so scared."

HARRY: (nods, unconvinced) "Right..."

LOUIS: "I'm serious. You bend over backwards. Just...do nothing for a bit and you'll see."

HARRY: "I'll see what?"

LOUIS: "That it will all work out. That nobody cares if you're not perfect every second of every
day."

HARRY: (smiles, shy) "You wanna come eat dinner with me...like tonight, if you're not busy or
have any other plans? I know it's sort of boring and you like to go out better but we could grab a
drink or something?"
LOUIS: "Sure. Dinner and drink sounds good. It'll give me something to look forward to."

HARRY: (genuinely surprised) "Really?"

LOUIS: "Your warm car and no bus and..." (hums) "Can I drive?"

HARRY: "Do you know how?"

LOUIS: "I have a license and I really want to. I'll be safe."

HARRY: "Somehow I doubt that..." (Louis pouts, Harry grins at him) "Miss one stop sign and I'll
take over."

LOUIS: (giddy) "You'll have to peel me off the car-seat, fool. Now I'm really looking forward to it."

HARRY: (under his breath) "Me too, Lou, me too."

***

AUTHOR SPEAKS: This chapter is one of my favorites, as it gives insight into why Harry, who's
normally timid and nervous, warms up to Louis pretty fast. Louis makes him feel comfortable and
somewhat safe, which should be the basis of every relationship. One should never be with
someone who causes them pain or fear that pain might come. Keep track of the instances that
Harry does get that 'boost of confidence' if you want to better understand how Louis eases him out
of that shell.

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21. Rover
Chapter 21: Rover

[Harry's Range Rover, West Irlo Bronson Memorial Highway, Florida, 6:15pm, Driving to the
Village]

LOUIS: (driving) "Do I turn right here? I turn right here?"

HARRY: (in the passenger seat) "No, the third exit coming up, you turn right." (glances at him,
double take) "Put your seatbelt on. Why is your seatbelt not on? Louis!"

LOUIS: "Oh, it isn't?" (looks down)

HARRY: "Look at the road!"

LOUIS: (looks back up) "I thought I did that. Huh."

HARRY: (incredulous) "Huh?! Huh?!"

LOUIS: "Do it for me."

HARRY: "What? How?"

LOUIS: "Do you want me to die, Harry?"

HARRY: "No, no..."

LOUIS: "Then save me."

HARRY: (sighs, leans over, trying to get the seatbelt) "This is going to be painful..." (struggling)
"Don't move for a bit..."

LOUIS: (teasing) "Should I stop driving then?"

HARRY: "No, keep driving...safely." (grabs the belt, pulls it over Louis' torso) "Put your arm
through here."

LOUIS: "I'm holding the wheel."

HARRY: "Just one hand it for a second but do it carefully."

LOUIS: "So you want us to die?"

HARRY: "I want you to have this seatbelt when we inevitably get in an accident."

LOUIS: "How positive, Harold."

HARRY: "Hand!" (Louis detaches palm, puts it through the loop) "Almost there..." (mumbled under
his breath) "Can't believe I didn't check this before...dumb, dumb, dumb."

LOUIS: (car bounces on a speed bump, Harry falls face first on Louis' lap, face against crotch)
"Oops!"

HARRY: (mumbled, mortified) "Hi..."

LOUIS: "Comfortable?" (amused) "Wanna take a nap?"

HARRY: (trying to awkwardly raise himself again not knowing where to put his hands) "Only if
something else doesn't wake up."
LOUIS: (pleasantly shocked) "What did you just say?"

HARRY: (frustrated, blushing) "Sorry I can't be more articulate but my mouth is full of crotch."

LOUIS: (laughing) "Get out of there, you perv!"

HARRY: "I am trying..." (finally gets back up, buckles the seatbelt, slumps on his side again) "Well,
that wasn't hard at all...Pun not intended." (Louis howls in laughter, Harry smiles, trying to calm his
breathing, get his face to stop being red, nervous chuckling) "And we're not even dead. Will you
look at that?"

LOUIS: (smirking) "You sarcasm? Wow, how many hidden skills do you have, curly?"

HARRY: (low, mumbled) "If you had let me stay down there, we'd be able to count better..."

LOUIS: (gaping in delight) "You dirty piece of shit, when did you get like this?"

HARRY: (shrugs, lazy smile, happy with himself) "When my life flashed before my eyes. Said to
myself might as well try to be snappy now because I'll never get a chance." (sudden) "Right here.
Right here!"

LOUIS: (car skids left dangerously, then back in the middle) "There is no right." (points to the left)
"You want me to go into the forest."

HARRY: (holding on the door in a death grip, terror on his face, whispered) "The other right."
(pokes finger on the glass, louder) "This right. The right right. The right you missed."

LOUIS: "Oh..." (sheepish) "Is there another exit we could take?"

HARRY: (leans back) "I don't know...I never miss the glaring one."
LOUIS: "It's an adventure then!" (keeps driving ahead) "We'll just drive until there's another right."

HARRY: "That could be ages. We don't even know where that right leads.

LOUIS: "What, Harry? Not every right leads to the same destination? That's not how you map?"

HARRY: (rolls his eyes) "Where are we going?"

LOUIS: "Wherever we end up. Are you opposed to trying somewhere new? Beer's good
anywhere, I promise."

HARRY: (shaking his head, smiling) "Don't get us killed."

LOUIS: "Can I get you drunk?"

HARRY: "Then you might have to drive back and...all circumstances considered, we'll end up
sleeping in the car."

LOUIS: (pouting) "But I'm doing well!"

HARRY: "Eh, not quite..."

LOUIS: (slows down abruptly, Harry is thrown against the window) "I'll keep doing that if you don't
let me drive back."

HARRY: "Louis!" (catching his breath) "Do you blackmail your way into everything?"

LOUIS: "Usually yes." (speeds up, Harry's flush against the seat before slowing again, the car
jerking to an almost stop) "It's very effective."

HARRY: (stiff against the seat as Louis continues speeding up and slowing down) "I can see why."
(car speeds up) "This can't be safe." (car slows down) "I might get carsick like this."

LOUIS: "If only there was a way to make it stop..."

HARRY: "I'll let you drive if you're not drunk. I'll drive if you're drunk."

LOUIS: "Will you take me home and ravish me?"

HARRY: (frowning) "Not if you're not sober enough to give consent."

LOUIS: "How boring."

HARRY: "Consent is not boring. It's necessary. Affirmative consent."

LOUIS: "What's that?"

HARRY: "It means you have to say 'yes', not 'no'."

LOUIS: "Huh?"

HARRY: "Let's say you drink, or not drink, you do anything. I start, well, kissing you..."

LOUIS: (gulping) "Right..."

HARRY: "We wanna..." (flushing bright red, stumbling over his words) "Do more, like other stuff,
like—like—"
LOUIS: (choked) "Other stuff."

HARRY: "You have to say yes. I have to ask and you have to say yes. Only then it's considered
consent. It's not the same as me kissing you and you saying no. You have to always give
permission, not forbid. It's different."

LOUIS: (blushing) "Then you'd have to ask..."

HARRY: "Yeah, that's the point. I have to ask. I have to say, do you want this? Do you want me,
essentially."

LOUIS: (speechless) "Yes...I get that." (awkward) "That makes sense."

HARRY: "I'll take you home though, if you can't do it yourself. I'll take care of you so you shouldn't
worry. And I'll be very polite about it."

LOUIS: (hides a smile by looking away) "Maybe I will get drunk then...to test you of course."

***

AUTHOR SPEAKS: Affirmative Consent. Some of you may be too young to have heard about this
but this is a recent protocol introduced first by universities in California. It has now spread
somewhat and sparked much controversy. The bill requires that all college students obtain
consent beforehand and we are talking explicit consent--like Harry was explaining. It represents
the idea that just because someone doesn't say no it doesn't mean it's a yes. The bill is still under
workings but it's the start of an era. So I wanted to bring it to everyone's attention as well as
remind people that being uncomfortable is not part of the sexual experience, neither are being in
pain, feeling shamed, pressured, or assuming this is required of your duties as a significant other.
Sex is about fun and pleasure and feeling good about yourself. It is not about fitting into society's
expectations, looking cool or getting the boy to stay with you. Make sex about YOU, nobody else
matters when it comes to YOUR body.
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22. Ruminate

Chapter 22: Ruminate

[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 8:43pm, Not Sexy Time]

ELEANOR: "So he drove you guys back?"

HARRY: "He did."

ELEANOR: "Because he didn't drink?"

HARRY: "Not a sip."

ELEANOR: "This has to be a lie."

HARRY: "It's not. I wouldn't have let him otherwise. You know me. I don't joke about this stuff."

ELEANOR: "That's hard to believe knowing how plastered he likes to get. It's good that he didn't
though. I don't know if you'd like drunk Louis necessarily."

HARRY: (concerned) "Why?"

ELEANOR: "He gets...dark, sad, a little heavy. Drunk Louis is definitely heavy. High Louis is
better."
HARRY: "What do you mean heavy?"

ELEANOR: "Louis is a very smart boy and he has lots of thoughts, at times too many. He
overthinks a lot of things. He ruminates, dwells. And all that, those loose ends, come out when
he's drunk. So he gets a bit self-defeating, pessimistic, not much like you though I have never
seen you quite drunk."

HARRY: "I can imagine that." (nodding to himself) "It sounds like him."

ELEANOR: "I thought you barely knew him."

HARRY: "Yeah, but I can tell he's upset sometimes. He tries to hide it. He does it well. He's perky
and witty and funny-he's Louis. But I can tell...I don't know, maybe because I hide things too,
feelings, bad feelings, behind smiling and stuff. I can understand him. I feel it almost...when he's
feeling down. My heart is heavy. I feel it and it sucks because I can't tell him anything about it...like
that I could help, or be there for him in a way...carry the weight."

ELEANOR: "Why not?"

HARRY: "I don't think he wants me to know. I don't think he expects it. I don't want to turn him off,
make him feel scrutinized or poked at, judged. I don't want him to think having sad thoughts is a
bad thing. We all have both thoughts. It's how life works. Some days you're happy. Some days
you're not."

ELEANOR: "Maybe he needs someone to talk to."

HARRY: "He'll ask then. He's never shy about demanding stuff. No need to chase him around."

ELEANOR: "Maybe he wants to be chased..."

HARRY: (dazed) "Maybe..." (snapping out of it) "But not by me..." (whispered) "Definitely not by
me."
ELEANOR: (after a long pause, trying to cheer him up) "So... You went out to a bar and he didn't
drink..."

HARRY: "He didn't drink. He was on his best behavior. He had coke, lots of it. And I paid for the
entire thing, which I didn't mind as much since I dragged him out there. I had a beer and he had a
sip of it before he went back to his coke."

ELEANOR: "But he loves beer!"

HARRY: "He loves driving more."

ELEANOR: "Since when?"

HARRY: (shrugs) "He enjoys it a lot. He has fun. He's not that good at it and gives me heart-
attacks every three minutes or so but he has fun. He's adorable doing it too...except when, you
know, you feel like you might die or he might die...when it's safe-he's safe-it's adorable. He smiles
a lot. He has a nice smile. He lights up and squirms, like a baby."

ELEANOR: (smiling) "You're so smitten."

HARRY: (shrugs, blushing) "I'm not gonna deny it."

ELEANOR: "You like him."

HARRY: "It's difficult not to like him."

ELEANOR: "You like him a lot."

HARRY: "I think he's super cool and brilliant. Always thought that. But now he talks to me and
like..." (truly in disbelief, giddy) "Wants to hang out with me...outside. He came to dinner." (happy
with himself) "I asked, by the way. You should be proud of me. I never ask and I asked and he
said yes. I don't think he did it because he feels bad either. He wanted to."

ELEANOR: (uneasy) "You know he doesn't...perhaps...look at it..." (sighs) "The same way you
might."

HARRY: "I know...He has lots of friends. And maybe we're not even friends but he talks to me,
which is good, I think."

ELEANOR: "Yeah, that's good, very good..." (thoughtful) "It's nice that you're making friends. I'm
happy to see that." (struggling) "I'm just worried a little."

HARRY: "Why?"

ELEANOR: "Well, I don't want you placing a lot of importance on him and then having him
disappoint you."

HARRY: (shrugs) "I'm not doing that...He's cool, yeah, but I'm not..." (voice cracks) "Getting
obsessed by any means. I'm just happy I can spend some time with him. I don't feel as lonely..."

ELEANOR: "So, Ed's still ignoring you?"

HARRY: (curling into himself) "I've stopped calling."

ELEANOR: "That's for the best I think." (touching his knee) "I know it's hard but you need the
distance."

HARRY: (in his thoughts) "I'm not in love with him. I love him, yes, but I'm not in love with him. I
know everyone seems to think that-Zayn says it too-but I don't want him back, not like that. I know
it won't work out. I'm over that part. I've mourned that part. I just want my friend back. He was a
good friend, one of my only friends, and there's a hole now, a vacuum of where he stood."
ELEANOR: "I'm sorry..."

HARRY: "Lucky me, right? Dating my best friend then screwing it over so he hates me and doesn't
wanna speak to me ever again."

ELEANOR: "He doesn't hate you."

HARRY: "I know he doesn't. He's too sweet to hate anyone... Doesn't make it hurt any less."

ELEANOR: "Have you tried texting him?"

HARRY: "No, because I know he'll reply then and I want to give him what he wants so I'm holding
off. I can't stop myself from calling when I'm alone, doing nothing, feeling shitty, crying...I can't stop
that because it's routine, but I can delete my long, cheesy, melodramatic, stupid texts once I
realize that I lost him and that it's okay because I didn't deserve him in the first place...Wow,
getting heavy without even drinking. Man..."

ELEANOR: "Zayn's always there. I am too. If you need someone to talk to, we're always there."

HARRY: (snorts) "Not the same. Different kind of hole. Not one that can be filled with you or Zayn
or anyone like that...anyone...platonic. It's a hole of hell. An Ed shaped hole of hell. I hate him
sometimes...and myself."

ELEANOR: "The hole of being desired, you mean? That's what you're missing-what you want. You
want to feel wanted, pinned after, worshipped, cared for, spoiled, loved wholeheartedly. You want
Ed because his attention was almost entirely on you all the time and he adored you. He did
everything for you."

HARRY: (shrugs) "Don't we all want that? Does it make me a bad person to want that?"
ELEANOR: "No, but you're looking for it in the wrong place."

HARRY: "I know..." (guiltily) "But somehow that hole doesn't know because it feels better around
him. When I'm with Louis, I feel my heart beat..." (self-deprecating) "I'm screwed, I know, because
he can do none of those things you said. Utterly screwed."

END OF FIRST SAGA

***

SAGA THEME: So what do people think the main goal of this saga was? What changed? If I get
really good, thought-out responses on this one, I will consider updating again.

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23. Risque [SAGA 2]

NOTE: So many awesome responses but @sweaterlarry absolutely killed it. If you haven't read
her comment, I highly recommend going back as it will help a ton.

THE PRINCE WHO COULD FLY

Chapter 23: Risque

[Changing Rooms, Walt Disney World in Florida, 7:13am, Morning Dress-up]

LOUIS: (just having put on his shirt) "Hey, we're going out tonight, to a club nearby. Wanna come
with?"

HARRY: (about to leave, ready) "I don't really, uh, I'm not really a club person. And drinking in a
club. That gets...messy. I mean, I have a very specific taste in clubs."

LOUIS: "That so?"

HARRY: "Yeah, I don't do well in most...I'm too...me...for them. I don't know how to fit in. There's
dancing and kissing. It's weird. I feel weird."

LOUIS: (teasing) "What, don't tell me you can't get girls with that pretty face of yours." (Harry
shakes his head wildly) "Don't blame yourself too much. It's a talent." (joking) "But you should
know, if all else fails, Liam's always an option-he has a crush on you."

HARRY: (shocked) "He does?"

LOUIS: (snorts) "He thinks you're absurdly attractive."

HARRY: (blurted, amazed) "He's absurdly attractive!" (Louis flips around quickly with a look of
confusion on his face, Harry catches himself, blushing) "I mean, fit and hot...for a guy, for a girl, if
a girl were to be saying this. He's sexy for a girl. Lots of girls would find him sexy."

LOUIS: (shirt hanging limp in his hand) "You find him sexy?"

HARRY: "I don't know...Isn't he..." (gulp) "What girls would consider sexy?"

LOUIS: (clipped, somewhat bitter) "Maybe I should tell him you return his affection. After all, all
this praise shouldn't go to waste..."

HARRY: "Don't!" (hands in the air) "Tell him that. Please. It was a mess...Don't tell him I said that."

LOUIS: "Why not?"

HARRY: "He'll think things."

LOUIS: (genuinely confused) "Like what?"

HARRY: (embarrassed, afraid, panicked) "Like things...I just...He'll misunderstand." (squeaky)

"Please."

LOUIS: "What's to misunderstand about thinking someone is sexy?"

HARRY: "I don't think that...well, I just...I don't...Louis..."

LOUIS: (bitter) "Whatever." (huffy, putting his normal clothes in the locker angrily) "He's dumb...by
the way...your little man-crush. He's not that sharp."

HARRY: "Don't be mean."

LOUIS: "I'm not. I like him but he's a bimbo so..." (shrugging uselessly, random as an afterthought)
"I'd rather be smart than sexy."

HARRY: (quipped) "You're both."

LOUIS: (hiding his boosted ego) "Yeah, whatever... I can see why you can't pick up girls. You suck
at flirting."

HARRY: "Yeah, yeah, I do..." (sighs) "I do, I guess..." (beating himself up) "I'm pretty bad."

LOUIS: "I should teach you."

HARRY: (throaty) "You should show me."

LOUIS: (matter-of-fact) "Uh, yeah, that's what I said."

HARRY: "No, you said you should teach me. I don't want you to teach me. I want the demo."
(getting really close to him, voice lower) "I want you to flirt with me, show me how you'd do it..."
(checks him out) "What you'd focus on..." (stops on Louis' wide eyes) "What you'd compliment..."
(whispered) "Your eyes are so alluring, I can't help myself." (even lower) "I can't look away." (bites
his lip) "He might be sexy but you're beautiful." (purred) "The full package..."

LOUIS: (choked completely at the change, flushed red) "Well, you're...uh..." (exhales too loudly)
"Doing it...kinda...a little."

HARRY: (mock innocent) "Doing what?"

LOUIS: "What you're supposed to be doing." (leaning in without noticing) "You know..."

HARRY: (smiling) "I know what? What am I supposed to be doing?"

LOUIS: (coughs) "Make the person think they're um special, or something."

HARRY: "You are special." (winks)

LOUIS: (gaping, at a loss for words, breath hitches) "Uh..."

HARRY: (snapping back) "Was that any good? Did I do good?"

LOUIS: (yet to recover) "Uh..."

HARRY: "Is that flirting? Did I do it?"

LOUIS: (distancing in realization, almost offended) "Yeah, whatever."

HARRY: (frowns lightly) "So no? But I thought..."

LOUIS: (blinks away, stepping back, colder) "It was okay... Nothing new. You didn't invent flirting
so don't get too cocky. It was way too obvious anyway. Heavy-handed. You came on too strong.
Cheesy. Probably'd freak 'em out."

HARRY: (dejected) "Oh...I see...what should I be saying...to be good?"

LOUIS: (getting frustrated) "That you wanna spend time with me, I don't know."

HARRY: "I do wanna spend time with you."

LOUIS: "No, you have to pick the time-you can't just repeat what I said and expect me to be
impressed."

HARRY: "You're not impressed then?"

LOUIS: "I am, a little..." (sees Harry smirk, hates it) "Because I didn't expect shit from you. I didn't
even think you could string that many sentences together."

HARRY: (huffy) "Wish I could show you more since I wasn't good enough to impress."

LOUIS: "You can."

HARRY: (eyes him, tone challenging) "It'd be weird since you're a boy, you know? You're
supposed to flirt with girls..." (looks at him intensely) "Not beautiful boys."

LOUIS: (gulps, lost) "Right. It's already weird but you could come with us and..." (with difficulty)
"Try it on someone else, if you want."

HARRY: "I could."

LOUIS: (shaken, breathy) "Could be fun."

HARRY: (not even considering it) "Could be."

LOUIS: "That's why you should come."

HARRY: "Maybe some other time." (walks away) "When my skills are sharper..." (snappy) "When I
have figured out how to put together more sentences in a row..."

LOUIS: (looks down) "Aight..." (lingering silently, debating, looking at Harry's back, groaning
internally, finally) "You were good..."

HARRY: (turns around at the door) "Hmm?"

LOUIS: "It was good, the flirting... Just so you know. I...It was smooth." (pocketing his hands to
stop them from fidgeting, adds as afterthought, blushing very lightly) "Dimples help."

HARRY: (smiles wide, dimples out) "Thank you. "Enjoy tonight. Flirt with some ladies for me."
(leaves)

LOUIS: (nods to himself, disappointed yet confused) "Sure."

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24. Rad*
Chapter 24: Rad

[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 2:35am, Sleep-time]

HARRY: (sleeping when the phone rings, struggles to wake up at first, manages to pick up
eventually) "Hullo?"

LOUIS: (purposely trying to imitate his accent, failing) "Is this Harreh, Harreh Styles?"

HARRY: (rubbing his eyes, yawning) "Yes, this is him."

LOUIS: "This is he."

HARRY: "What?"

LOUIS: "Incorrect grammar, Mr. Styles. You have to say this is he."

HARRY: (confused, sleepy) "What?" (pause) "Who is this?"

LOUIS: "Guess."

HARRY: "What?"

LOUIS: "Who am I?"

HARRY: "I don't know. I don't recognize the number."

LOUIS: "Because you never asked for it. Pity. We could have been sending nudies by now."
HARRY: "Nudies?"

LOUIS: "Oh, don't play innocent, kitten."

HARRY: "Who is this? What time is it?"

LOUIS: "Two."

HARRY: "Am?"

LOUIS: (dry) "No, retard, two in the afternoon. Of course, two am. You're in a bed. What do you
think?"

HARRY: (yawning) "Don't use retard as an insult. I don't know what to think. Why are you
calling...what is going on?"

LOUIS: "I wanted to hear your thick voice when you're rudely woken up. Is this how you sound
wrecked?"

HARRY: "Wrecked? What the hell are you talking about?"

LOUIS: "Oh, swearing. Someone's annoyed. You sound very sexy, don't worry. I'd like to get you
there myself."

HARRY: (screechy) "Who is this?!"

LOUIS: "Your secret admirer, duh."

HARRY: "My secret what?

LOUIS: "Liam Payne."

HARRY:"Is this a prank call? I know for a fact it's not Liam."

LOUIS: (in between giggles) "It is. It is."

HARRY: (annoyed) "I'm serious, I have to work tomorrow very early. Do you need anything? I'm
about to hang up."

LOUIS: "I need you, baby boy."

HARRY: "Okay, this is annoying. Leave me alone. I'm hanging up. Bye."

LOUIS: (worried, serious now) "No, Hazza, wait!"

HARRY: (caught off guard by the nickname, almost panicked) "Who the hell is this?!"

LOUIS: "It's Liam, look!" (passes the phone to Liam) "Talk, dipshit, so he believes me."

LIAM: "Hi?"

HARRY: (annoyed) "Hello? Is this Liam?"

LIAM: "Yup. Hi Harry!"

HARRY: (snapped awake, jumps on in his bed to a sitting position)"Oh god, this is Liam. What
is—oh no, Louis, no...I'm sorry, Liam. I'm mortified."
LIAM: "Why? What is happening—" (shuffling heard) "Hey easy..." (Louis jerks the phone away
almost fanatically) "Louis, what are you doing?"

LOUIS: (solemn, all traces of amusement gone, irritated) "Happy now? You got to talk to him. You
can jack off to that tonight since he's oh-so-perfect..."

HARRY: (pained) "Lou..."

LOUIS: (dreamy, distracted) "You called me Lou again..."

HARRY: "Louis...What are you doing? Why are you calling me? How did you even get my
number?"

LOUIS: "Zayn gave it to me."

HARRY: "Why?"

LOUIS: "I asked him to give it to me. He's here...and Liam too. You should have come." (slurry)
"Since Liam was here...I bet if I had told you, you would have come, huh? Because you think he's
so hot. Well, I didn't tell you on purpose."

HARRY: "Okay...I really wish you didn't mention this Liam thing anymore...It makes me very
uncomfortable."

LOUIS: "Same. Why did you have to go and say that? I was liking you before that." (hiccups)
"Whatever. I'm not jealous."

HARRY: "Jealous? What are you saying?" (pause) "What do you need—do you need anything?"
LOUIS: "I kinda...need you..." (giggles) "Here."

HARRY: (sighs) "I don't have time for this. It's late, really late."

LOUIS: "I'm being serious." (more laughter)

HARRY: "Louis, what have I done to deserve this, dude?"

LOUIS: "Don't call me, dude, brah."

HARRY: "Okay, I'm going to go to sleep now. Get back to Zay and Liam."

LOUIS: "No, wait, Harry!"

HARRY: (angered) "What?!"

LOUIS: (all traces of amusement gone, small) "I'm sorry. I'm a little drunk right now... Zayn wants
to talk to you. Talk to Zayn."

HARRY: "What? Why—?"

ZAYN: "Harry?"

HARRY: "Why did you give him my number?!"

ZAYN: "I didn't think. I didn't know he was going to do this. I thought he needed to tell you
something important..." (sighs) "Sorry about this, man. He's drunk out of his mind and he's been
babbling about you all night, about how you didn't wanna come. I thought the number would shut
him up. Kinda threw you under the bus there."
HARRY: (snappy) "Kinda did, yeah." (heavy sigh) "What is going on? Is he gonna be okay?"

ZAYN: "He's plastered and out of control. He's having a bad night. I apologize for that painful
conversation you just had to go through. Don't worry about Liam, by the way. He's flattered and
doesn't care. He's amused with Louis...Louis...Ugh. I wouldn't have let him speak if I knew he was
that bad."

HARRY: "S'fine." (concerned) "Is he okay though?"

ZAYN: "He's okay for now. He's just..." (sighs) "...being Louis." (pause) "We were wondering...I
know this is asking for a lot, trust me, I know, and I wouldn't ask you if I didn't have to, but you're
the only one we know with a car and he needs to be driven home. We can't walk him because we
want to stay a little longer and we can't have him take the shuttle because we don't trust him in this
state. He'll get in trouble immediately—you heard him."

HARRY: (shuffling out of bed already) "I'll come pick him up."

ZAYN: "It's a lot to ask for but think ab—what?"

HARRY: "I'll come pick him up with the car, take him home, make sure he's safe." (pulling on a
pair of jeans, phone stuck between his ear and shoulder) "Don't worry."

ZAYN: "That—that—you're coming? That was all it took?"

HARRY: "You said he needs to be taken home, right? I have a car. I'll pick him up. No biggie. You
guys keep partying. I know you've been wanting to wind down ever since that argument with
Perrie."

ZAYN: (in shock) "Dude, we just woke you up in the middle of the night!"

HARRY: "I'll fall back asleep. It's not that far anyway. I'll be there in ten, fifteen. Is that okay?"
ZAYN: "Yeah, okay, sure. We're in the village. We'll wait in the parking lot. Thanks, man. I don't
even know what to say. You're too kind. He doesn't deserve it but I'm glad you're doing it anyway."

HARRY: "Don't say that. It's an honest mistake. We've all been there. I'd do it for any of you guys."

ZAYN: (knowingly) "But even more for him."

HARRY: (throwing on a jacket on top of the t-shirt he was sleeping in) "What do you mean?"

ZAYN: "You have a soft spot for him no matter how much he treats you like crap."

HARRY: (walking out of the hotel room) "He doesn't."

LOUIS: (in the background) "I don't! I treat him like shit because I like him!"

ZAYN: "Sure, I have to go make sure the idiot doesn't die but I'll see you soon?"

HARRY: "Keep him safe until I get there, please."

=================

25. Rescue*

Chapter 25: Rescue

[Parking Lot, Walt Disney Village, 2:46am, Pick-Up]

ZAYN: (holding Louis on his feet, Liam on the other side) "That was fast."

HARRY: "Streets are empty. How is he feeling?" (looks at Louis worriedly) "He doesn't look too
good."

LOUIS: (slurred) "Hey, screw you too, okay? You don't look too good either in your manly, just-
woken up, sex hair...attractiveness..." (afterthought, pouting) "Jerk."

LIAM: (laughing) "Oh man. Ten out of ten, would listen to that insult-turned-compliment again."

LOUIS: "It wasn't a compliment!"

LIAM: (smirking) "Sure. Try again." (to Harry) "Hey Harry, how are you doing, sexy?"

HARRY: (blushing) "I didn't say that. Whatever Louis said, I never said. Like ever."

LOUIS: (stumbles out of Zayn's arms to push Liam back weakly) "No flirting."

LIAM: (chuckling, teasing him) "None at all, Loueh? Not even a little bit?"

LOUIS: "None at all." (mumbled) "He only flirts with me anyway..."

LIAM: (provoking him) "That so? I don't see him calling you sexy. I'm the sexy one, right, Harry?"

HARRY: "Uh..."

ZAYN: (warning) "Liam..."

LOUIS: (speechless than fuming) "Piss off." (shoving him again) "You have a girlfriend."
LIAM: (pacifying him) "I do. Don't worry..." (supporting him when Louis stumbles and almost falls
on his ass) "Take it easy."

LOUIS: (not pulling away, pouting) "I hate you."

HARRY: (blushing, uncomfortable) "Is he okay?"

ZAYN: (rolling his eyes) "He's gonna be fine. He's just being a spoiled brat right now."

LOUIS: "Am not." (sticks his tongue out) "Liam is not following the bro code."

LIAM: (delighted) "How so?"

ZAYN: (stern) "Liam, stop." (to Louis, who's trying to pinch Liam's arm) "Enough."

HARRY: "Are you sure he doesn't need...I don't know..."

ZAYN: "An ER?" (annoyed) "No. He just needs to sleep it off so he doesn't get belligerent."

LOUIS: (sloppy) "I'll let you play doctors with me though if you want to, Harry, we can get
undressed and feel each other's heartbeats...or other parts—"

ZAYN: (interrupting loudly) "Alrighty then, Mr. Creepy-flirt. Let's not talk so much, or like at all until
you regain your filter."

LIAM: (trying to hold back his chuckles) "You think you can handle him on your own? Do you need
one of us to come with?"
HARRY: (blushed) "I'll be fine. You guys enjoy the rest of the night. You have tomorrow off, right?"

LIAM: "Yeah, boy."

LOUIS: "I do too!" (mumbled) "I wanna stay...Stay with us, Hazza." (fluttering his eyelashes
adorably, pouting) "I'll be good if you stay. I'll be a good boy."

ZAYN: "No. You're going home." (exasperated) "Are you sure you'll be fine?"

HARRY: (nodding, approaching to help) "Yeah, no problem..." (to Zayn) "You know it's not the first
time I deal with this." (chuckling) "I've gotten good now."

ZAYN: (winces) "I'm sorry to put this on you—"

HARRY: "It's fine, Z. I promise, I'd rather him be safe—"

LOUIS: (giggly) "Was your girlfriend a sloppy drinker?"

ZAYN: (looking at Harry pointedly, through his teeth) "Girlfriend..."

HARRY: (pained, pleading with his eyes) "Zayn..."

ZAYN: (shaking his head in disapproval) "Yes, his girlfriend drank a lot and cried a whole lot doing
it."

LOUIS: (makes a face) "Yuck." (reaches for Harry blindly, latching on to his shirt) "She sounds
horrible."

HARRY: (touches Louis gently on the side, speaking very softly, his entire composure has
changed to reflect his worry) "Lemme help you up, okay?"
LOUIS: (nods slowly, transfers his weight onto Harry's open arms) "You're still a lamo...just so you
know. This doesn't make me like you any more than I already do...wait..."

LIAM: (laughing) "Oh how can you hate him? Drunk Louis is the best Louis."

ZAYN: (snorts) "Leave it to Louis to insult the person that got out of bed to save his behind."

LOUIS: (balancing himself on Harry, both arms around his shoulders, face in his neck, when he
speaks it's mumbled, lips on Harry's jaw) "Shut up, Liam. You're just jelly he doesn't love you as
much as he loves me..." (rubbing his face against Harry's jaw) "Stubble, stubble,
stubble..." (gasps) "I didn't know you could grow facial hair!" (drawled) "Manly Harry."

HARRY: (touches the back of his hair, gently leads his head to rest on his shoulder again)
"Sleepy?"

LOUIS: (nods) "Drunk. So drunk..." (yawns) "Not drunk enough for this."

LIAM: (amused) "Oh boy. Do you have him? Should we help you to the car?"

HARRY: "No. It's all good." (to Louis, clear by his softer and quieter tone, visibly fond) "I'm going to
pick you up now so I can walk you to the car. Is that okay? You can nap there if you want."

LOUIS: (giggling) "You can't pick me up!"

HARRY: "I can if you let me."

LOUIS: (still incredulous) "Sure then."

HARRY: "Alright. Ready? Up you go." (gently scoops him up in his arms so that he's holding him
bridal style) "You feel as tiny as you look."(takes some effort but he manages to slowly walk to the
car, much to all their surprise) "Zayn, get the door for me?" (Zayn rushes forward to open the door
of the passenger seat for them with an impressed face on)"Thank you."

LOUIS: (low, more to himself) "Shit. You're strong..." (clinging to him) "So strong."

HARRY: (light, throaty chuckle) "Hercules, remember?"

LOUIS: (chuckled) "How can I forget, seeing your sexy thighs every day?"

ZAYN: (loud) "Louis!"

HARRY: (blushing, lowers him down on the seat) "Here we go. Comfortable?" (makes to detach
himself but Louis clings on to his neck, making it impossible to move away from the hug) "Are you
okay?"

LOUIS: (bites his lip, looks at Harry, hesitates, leans forward slightly, eyes dazed, on instinct,
before yanking himself back almost viciously against the seat and letting go) "Ye—yeah. I just
need to go home."

HARRY: (softly) "I'll take you home. Don't worry."

LOUIS: "Thank—"

ZAYN: "We owe you for this."

HARRY: (moment broken, walks towards the other two) "It's fine. Don't mention it. I'll text you
when we get back to let you know he's alright."

ZAYN: "Yeah, do that and Harry..." (pause, lowers his voice) "Don't do anything you'll, you know,
regret, all circumstances considered..."
HARRY: "What do you mean?"

ZAYN: (shrugs, looks over at Louis who's leaning tiredly on the passenger seat, eyes blank,
blinking lazily) "Nothing. Just advice. In general you know. Don't push it with him. He's not sturdy.
He'll lash out. You don't wanna be there when that happens."

=================

26. Realize*

Chapter 26: Realize

[Harry's Range Rover, West Irlo Bronson Memorial Highway, 3:01am, Driving Home]

LOUIS: (cuddled up in the passenger seat, whiny) "Don't drive so fast. I'm gonna be sick."

HARRY: "Sorry, sorry. I'll slow down." (looks at Louis worriedly, slows down) "I just wanted to get
you home fast."

LOUIS: (bitter) "So you can get rid of me?"

HARRY: (frowning) "No."

LOUIS: "Dump me in my room and crawl back in bed, forget this ever happened? Tell yourself that
it's fine--that I'll be fine tomorrow--that it's just a matter of getting me through the night?" (scoffs)
"That's what the rest of 'em do anyway. All they care about is not being there when the shit hits the
fan. They wanna make sure I won't die overnight but they don't give a shit about whether I cry,
scream or do anything of that sort as long as I'm alone, in my room--contained."
HARRY: (soft, caring) "Louis."

LOUIS: "They don't care. Nobody cares. Nobody cares when you're sad. Nobody cares when
you're not fun. When you stop being fun, it's time for you to go home and 'sleep it off' until you're
fun again. Like a toy that needs recharging. And today..." (self-demeaning snort) "Today, that
responsibility of shoving me back in my room has befallen upon you." (empty) "Everyone can't get
rid of me fast enough."

HARRY: "It's not like that at all."

LOUIS: (bitter) "How is it like then?"

HARRY: "I want to get you home quickly so I can better care for you. I thought you'd want to be in
bed, perhaps have a glass of water, Tylenol. I want you to have the option to puke, brush your
teeth, shower, feel clean. I want you under the covers, warm, are you cold? You're cold? Here."
(wiggles his way out of his jacket and hands it over) "Put it on."

LOUIS: (shocked) "But..."

HARRY: "I should have given it to you earlier--just didn't think." (drapes the jacket on top of him,
roughly arranges it with one hand while the other one is on the wheel) "Better this way?"

LOUIS: "Now you're just wearing a t-shirt in February, idiot." (takes the jacket nonetheless,
snuggles it on top of him, pulls his knees up to his chest and under so he's just a ball covered by
Harry's big jacket) "It's nice. I like this jacket. It's a nice jacket."

HARRY: "Thank you. I like it too.

LOUIS: "I wanna wear it tomorrow."

HARRY: "If you make it out of bed..."

LOUIS: (pouty) "Can I?"

HARRY: "Sure. Are you warm?"

LOUIS: (smiling) "If I say no, will you give me your t-shirt too?"

HARRY: (chances a sideways glance, grins) "I might." (face drops back into worry) "Are you okay?
Do you need anything? I might have a water bottle laying around..." (tries to look in the back seat,
struggling) "Lemme see."

LOUIS: "I'm fine. Don't worry so much. I'm not gonna die on you—unless you crash the car. Look
in front of you, stupid. Then you say I'm bad at driving."

HARRY: (snorts) "You are bad. You make yourself carsick. That has to be a new skill." (Louis
doesn't respond, Harry looks at him in worry) "You want something to eat?"

LOUIS: "No...Was just thinking..."

HARRY: (glancing from the road to Louis every few seconds) "What about?"

LOUIS: (quiet) "You won't be held accountable even if I do die. No one would blame you..."
(lowered voice, to himself) "...or care. They wouldn't miss me anyway."

HARRY: (angry) "Don't say that!" (softer) "Don't say that. Are you crazy? Of course, they'd miss
you. We'd miss you. Everyone'd miss you. Don't talk like that."

LOUIS: "Would you miss me?"

HARRY: "Of course. Terribly."

LOUIS: "Are you just saying that because I'm here and you can't be polite and say otherwise?"

HARRY: "No, Louis. I'm saying that because I mean it. I'd miss you a lot and I'd be devastated.
Please stop talking about this now. It's nonsense."

LOUIS: "I'm upsetting you?"

HARRY: "Yeah, you are actually. I don't like where this is heading."

LOUIS: "I usually upset you?"

HARRY: "What do you mean?"

LOUIS: "I make you angry..."

HARRY: "Now? I'm not angry."

LOUIS: (small, pokes his arms out so he can hug the jacket to himself) "You don't like me. They're
right..."

HARRY: "I do like you!"

LOUIS: "You don't." (whispered) "It's okay. I get it."

HARRY: (turns to face him, serious, honest) "Listen to me..."(grabs his hand, squeezes it) "I do.
Don't you ever doubt that, okay? I think you're amazing."

LOUIS: (blushing, covering the bottom half of his face with the jacket to hide it) "Why does
everyone keep saying that you don't then?"
HARRY: "'Cause they all love to talk shit."

LOUIS: (surprised, in joy) "You swore!"

HARRY: (grinning) "I did. I seem to do that a lot with you."

LOUIS: "I like it when you swear. It makes you look like a bad boy."

HARRY: (sarcastic, rolling his eyes) "Which is what I aspire to be, of course..."

LOUIS: "No, you aspire to be an awkward klutz."

HARRY: (worried) "You think I'm awkward...?"

LOUIS: "You are awkward."

HARRY: "I don't want to be...I wish I weren't..."

LOUIS: "You're getting awkward now."

HARRY: "That tends to happen when people point it out. It gets me flustered and I don't know how
to respond."

LOUIS: (looking out the window, spacy, shy) "Can I stay with you tonight?"

HARRY: "Hmm?"
LOUIS: (hesitant) "Can I stay with you tonight? I don't wanna sleep at mine. I don't feel too well
and I thought you could, I could—" (frustrated) "I don't want you to take care of me, or you can if
you want. I wouldn't mind. I just don't want you to think you have to."

HARRY: (serious) "Of course I have to. I'm your friend. As your friend, it's my responsibility to
make sure nothing happens to you."

LOUIS: "So you're doing it because you think you have to?"

HARRY: "Because I don't want you hurt."

LOUIS: "Because—"

HARRY: (interjecting, stern) "Because I won't let you get hurt. Leave it at that."

LOUIS: (awkward pause, Louis exhales heavily, his voice shakes when he speaks again) "I'm not
usually this...depressed. You should know. This is rare. I don't get like this often." (self-conscious)
"I'm usually very fun and I have fun going out—and I'm fun to be around." (sad) "It's just tonight.
I'm just bad tonight. I don't wanna be home alone..." (groaning) "Ugh, now you have me
rambling—see what you've done? I'm losing my cool."

HARRY: (chuckles) "You are, yeah."

LOUIS: (pouty) "Piss off."

HARRY: (still laughing) "I'm kidding." (smiles at him) "Hey, everyone has off days. You can't drink
as often as you do and not expect there to be a bad night once in a while." (Louis nods, still sad
and unconvinced, looking down, another pause) "And yes, you can sleep at mine if you still want
to. I'm alone so you can sleep with me—at mine I mean. Not with me or with me in the same bed
but not like together...in that way...whatever you want."

LOUIS: (avoiding eye contact) "I don't mind mind sharing your bed...if you don't that is."
HARRY: (quick, awkward) "I don't."

LOUIS: "I don't either."

HARRY: "Okay, that's good to know, I think."

LOUIS: (amused) "For future reference?"

HARRY: (flustered, choked up) "No. I didn't mean it like that." (notices Louis is smiling at him
again, can't help but smile himself, nudges the other boy lightly) "Stop making fun of me." (teasing)
"Jerk!"

LOUIS: "Am I now?"

HARRY: "Yeah, the worst."

LOUIS: "But you like me."

HARRY: "I do." (dramatic) "Unfortunately."

=================

27. Rowdy*

RANT: Less than 2% of the lyrics that fans find in the book are there on purpose. I don't put lyrics
in my work because it's not useful to plot/character development. I know EVERY THING EVER
has been said once in a song somewhere. No need to remind me. How can I emphasize this
more? So, I won't he-si-tate, no more, no more, it cannot wait. I'm sure. There's no need TO
FUCKING PUT SONG LYRICS IN THE COMMENT SECTION. I'm yours?
***

Chapter 27: Rowdy

[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 3:17am, Definitely Not Sexy Time]

HARRY: (closing the door behind them) "Do you feel sick?"

LOUIS: (can stand on his own, less slurry, shaking his head) "Nah. The thought of alcohol
though..." (pretend shudders, sits on the bed) "I like the room. Lots of posters."

HARRY: "I tried to make it seem less...hotel-y." (worried) "You won't have to throw up?"

LOUIS:"Nah..." (hugging himself, pouting) "My tummy hurts though..."

HARRY: "That tends to happen when you drink too much."

LOUIS: "Wait, you drink too now? You're an alcoholic smoker? Tell me again why Disney still
loves you."

HARRY: (stern) "Because I don't do it on the job. What you did today, that wasn't okay, Louis."

LOUIS: (slighted, defensive) "It was my time off. What, am I not supposed to have a life out of
Disney now? A life of my own? Six days of slavery is not enough? I can't even enjoy a beer."

HARRY: "Not when you're in the village."

LOUIS: (angry) "We live here. The village is all we have. There is no escape!"
HARRY: (raising his voice) "There's people around, parents—kids! They could have seen you."

LOUIS: "Heaven forbid they see me out of costume having a beer with my friends."

HARRY: "A beer? A beer... You were wasted." (notices Louis' pain, softer) "Louis, these kids, they
look up to us. We're everything to them. We're important. We're role models. Their parents have
paid a ton of money to give them this vacation... Maybe the only vacation they can afford in a long
time. Disney is every kid's dream. We're part of that dream. We can't risk—"

LOUIS: (exploding, standing up, ranting) "They look up to you! You are their hero. You are who
they want to be. And good for them because clearly you're a better role model." (emotional)
"Clearly you have your life together and don't feel the need to embarrass yourself like this. Clearly
you're happy and well-adjusted and responsible and everything every kid should wanna be."
(cracking) "I'm sorry I'm not as good at this as you. I'm sorry, okay? I am sorry I can't be good at
life." (inches away from Harry) "I'm sorry."

HARRY: "Don't apologize to me. Apologize to yourself." (poking him in the chest immaturely) "You
let yourself down."

LOUIS: "Speaking of down, you can get off that high horse now." (pushing him back a few steps)
"Lemme get the ladder."

HARRY: (pushing back, Louis scoffs, dry) "How kind of you." (walking closer) "And I don't have
that fantasy life you seem to imagine. I'm not nice and sweet and...well-adapted—" (Louis corrects
him, 'adjusted') "Whatever! In case, you forgot, I'm the one out of the two of us who got dumped,
thrown away like garbage because his—her life would be better without me there—"

LOUIS: (grabbing his shirt, shaking him) "I don't have a relationship to begin with!"

HARRY: (blurted, holding Louis' arms but not pushing away) "You don't want one!"
LOUIS: (strangled) "Because look at what it did to you!"

HARRY: "You don't know what it did to me!"

LOUIS: "You just told me!"

HARRY: (in disbelief) "What does this have to do with children wanting to be us?!"

LOUIS: "Wanting to be you!" (walking away, turning his back) "I don't see anyone wanting to be
Hades anytime soon."

HARRY: "Are you kidding me? Stop pulling the villain card. We both know he is probably the most
popular villain by far and Disney is making tons of money on the villain series—almost as much as
the princess ones. Times have changed. Kids are not the same anymore."

LOUIS: "Well, if they wanna love villains then they'll have to understand it's not all flowers and
teddybears. Sometimes villains have to drink their misery away."

HARRY: "And sometimes they don't."

LOUIS: "Speaking from experience, Styles? Oh, no? Yeah, tell me about it when you're a villain
sometime."

HARRY: "You can't be serious. I don't need to wear a stupid costume to understand what feeling
bad means." (breaking) "I feel bad every day of my life."

LOUIS: "It's not about the stupid costume. You don't understand. You're happy. You love it here.
This is where you wanna be. You know nothing of disappointment and self-hatred and regret and
dreams and..."

HARRY: (sarcastic, hurt) "Oh yeah. I know nothing of all those things because I'm not human—"
LOUIS: "You're half-human!"

HARRY: "Hercules is half-human! I'm more than just this freaking character, Louis. I'm me. I'm my
own person. I'm a person. I'm not a goddamn character. I'm not a one-dimensional, plastic,
cardboard character! I'm human too. And I'm not who all of you..." (struggling) "Imagine me to be--
want me to be! I'm not--I can't--"

LOUIS: "Are you more?" (Harry winces) "Because I've never seen you slip out of that persona."

HARRY: "Because you don't want me to. You only see me as Hercules. That's what you want to
see. If you blinked for a second and forgot that it's just a costume that can be taken away from me
any second, you'd see that I'm as 'human' as everybody else."

LOUIS: (to himself) "I don't want you to be human. Because humans are breakable. Humans are
sad. Humans can get hurt. Humans are like me."

HARRY: (in shock) "Lou..." (approaching him, Louis shrugs him off, walks away, turns his back)

LOUIS: "I don't want you to ever be sad or hurt or anything but happy. Every time I see you, you're
smiling. It has to stay like that. It has to for the world to work."

HARRY: "But humans can be happy too and excited and awed and fulfilled and optimistic. All
those things, the good things, they come with the human package too."

LOUIS: "No..."

HARRY: "Yes." (grabbing his arm, turning him around, cupping his face) "Yes. Trust me on this."

=================
28. Rusty*

BIRTHDAY BABY: Elizabeth, happy birthday, love! Have a blast today!

***

Chapter 28: Rusty

[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 3:31am, Immediate Continuation]

HARRY: "Yes!" (cupping his face) "Yes. Trust me on this."

LOUIS: (pulls away) "I can't. And I can't let you do this..."

HARRY: "Do what?"

LOUIS: (flips around, grabs Harry's forearms, yanks his hands back on own his face so Harry is
holding his cheeks again) "This. This soft thing you do."

HARRY: (caresses his cheeks, cupping his face gently, brings him closer, cautiously) "You like the
soft thing?"

LOUIS: "I don't know. I just know I can't."

HARRY: "Can't what?"

LOUIS: "Trust anyone on anything."

HARRY: (confused, small) "But why?"

LOUIS: (shrugs) "I just can't...not anymore because it hurts to do that." (forced smile)"I would like
to not be hurt anymore if I can help it."

HARRY: (pouting) "But I'm the hero...the hero doesn't hurt people. That's the point. The hero
saves the day."

LOUIS: (smiles sadly) "I know. And I want to...but I literally—" (struggling for words) "Can't." (to
himself, sarcastically) "Shit, I am Meg, aren't I? If I was any more Meg, I'd be singing by now."

HARRY: (bold, smiling, pulls him closer, hugs him)"But you let me in...in the end?"

LOUIS: (scoffs) "I also die." (pulls away)

HARRY: (not deterred, hugs him to himself, smiling) "But I save you."

LOUIS: (tries to push back, too weak, frustrated) "You risk your life!"

HARRY: (hugs him tighter, one hand in his hair now) "I save you."

LOUIS: (looks up, sucks on his bottom lips, leans forward, up on his tippy-toes) "You give up
Olympus." (hesitates, torn)"And what for?"

HARRY: (whispered) "For you." (goes in for the kiss)

LOUIS: (pulls away immediately, freaked out) "Such idiocy. (crosses his arms, distances himself)
"Meg dies. She's human. She'll die like all other humans, and then what? What are you going to
do then? What's the use? You'll be alone. You could have been immortal! There could have been
a thousand Megs in your life...a million. Megs never run out. There's always dumb, desperate
people looking for love..."
HARRY: "No, there couldn't have been a million Megs. That's not the point." (angry) "There's just
one Meg. Every one is unique. She was one in a million. Don't you get that?"

LOUIS: (frowns) "There's a million Megs. Everyone is a Meg."

HARRY: "You're wrong."

LOUIS: "You're delusional. You're a kid. You live life like it's a Disney movie. You think two people
who barely know each other will fall in love and kiss and live happily ever after. None of that is
real. None of that happens. None. Zero. People are replaceable."

HARRY: "You're wrong again. Some people are. Some aren't. Some people you meet once and
once is enough to want to never let them leave again. That's the point of love."

LOUIS: "You let her leave."

HARRY: (confused at first then getting it) "I had no choice. By the time I opened my eyes..." (sad)
"She was on the other side of the world."

LOUIS: "That's why there is no point in love. That's why it's dumb to say you'll fight for them. You
cannot fight for people who have given up."

HARRY: "Those are precisely the people worth fighting for. That's where you make a difference!"

LOUIS: "Why? Why do you care about them? They don't care about themselves! Move on.
Everyone is replaceable. If you left, they'd find another Hercules."

HARRY: "That's true. Because for Disney I'm replaceable.That doesn't bother me. I don't care
about them. I know for some people in my life, I'm not."
LOUIS: "Maybe I just don't have that then...that second one." (notices Harry is about to interrupt
again) "Don't go all sentimental on me. This has already been bad enough. I don't need you to
quote Disney movies. I don't need you to play prince."

HARRY: (blurted) "What makes you so unhappy?"

LOUIS: (sitting on the bed, looking down, thoughtful) "I'm not unhappy...not all the time. I'm not
depressed if that's what you think. That's what they all think because they wanna label me so that
they might understand. If I'm depressed then I have an excuse. They'll say, 'Oh he's just
depressed. Nothing you can do there.' They don't have to face the fact that maybe..."

HARRY: "Maybe what?"

LOUIS: (sighing) "Maybe I'm just lost."

HARRY: "It's okay to be lost." (sits beside him, looks at him, concerned, biting his lip) "I'm lost all
the time. That doesn't make you unhappy. Other things do..."

LOUIS: (another shrug) "I don't know really...Disappointments. Plans that fall through. I really
wanted certain things in my life...things that I don't have. Perhaps will never have. You're always
so idealistic when you're in college. You think you'll change the world. Everyone thinks that.
They're all so ready to go out there and tell people how it's supposed to be done." (chuckles
bitterly) "Then you end up working some menial job and no one gives a rat's ass about what you
think is right or wrong." (crosses his legs on the bed) "Mother says that there's no room for
philosophy in practicality. You know what that means?"

HARRY: "Not every job requires thinking. Some are made worse from it."

LOUIS: (impressed) "Exactly. Yeah." (thoughtful) "I do too much thinking. I know you do too."

HARRY: "What things did you want back then?"

LOUIS: "Broadway. A house. A dog..." (snorts) "A steady girlfriend. Love. Success. Those kinds of
things. The abstract things that everyone wants." (dramatic, mocking) " Fulfillment and happiness
and farting unicorns."

HARRY: (laughs genuinely, Louis smiles at him) "Well, Disney is kinda like Broadway. I mean just
pretend you've been starred in a Disney musical, like the Lion King." (excite) "Remember when
you did Scar for a week? For that Halloween event? I remember..." (shyer) "But you didn't even
know I existed back then..." (snorts, blushes, fidgets) "It was towards the beginning. I hadn't
really...talked to you yet."

LOUIS: (makes a face) "'Course I knew you existed. I knew you existed since day one when you
came in wearing that stupid formal bow-tie and that blue blazer with that even stupider red
handkerchief in your pocket. Who does that, by the way?" (Harry shrugs, blushing adorably, Louis
smiles to himself) "You came in smiling so big, your dimples seemed permanently glued to your
cheeks and you shook everyone's hand and I thought to myself..." (clear Harry's holding his
breath, Louis smirks) "What a stinking idiot this kid must be."

HARRY: (bursts out laughing) "Sounds about accurate. Don't romanticize it too much now."

LOUIS: (satisfied, at ease) "Oh, I won't. No need. It was already so romantic. "

HARRY: (playing with sheets, looking down) "You didn't shake my hand. You didn't even tell me
your name... You just walked out on me without as much as a second glance and I thought to
myself..." (grinning) "My god, I wish I were that cool."

LOUIS: (laughing, incredulous) "What?!"

HARRY: (can't keep the stupid smile of his face at seeing Louis happy) "I'm serious! I'm not lying! I
was in awe. Louis magic, Liam called it—Liam, by the way, who is not that sexy so stop spreading
that rumor..." (Louis chuckles) "Yeah, well, like I was saying..." (blushing, scratching the back of
his neck) "I kinda worshipped you a little in the beginning."

LOUIS: "You're telling me you don't anymore?"

HARRY: "Well..." (grinning) "Not as much..." (quiet, wary of how he'll be received) "Ever since I
found out you were a tool. The bad boy appeal wears off a little when you abuse someone all the
time..."

LOUIS: (amused) "You thought I was a bad boy?"

HARRY: (relieved) "Yeah...You are a bad boy. You're the worst influence in the world. How did
Disney even hire you?"

LOUIS: "I look good on paper."

HARRY: (low, to himself) "You look good period."

LOUIS: (interested, pushing him) "Liam good?"

HARRY: (blushing upon realization he's said it out loud, mumbled) "That wouldn't do you
justice..."

LOUIS: (snorts, smacks him on the thigh innocently) "Look at you practicing your flirting..." (Harry
chuckles nervously, eyeing Louis' hand) "What's with the sudden insisting? You have a girl in
sight? Are you testing all your best lines on me?"

HARRY: "Surely." (stands up awkwardly, fidgets with his pants, Louis is too busy reading the 'Shit
Happens' poster to notice) "You want a change of clothes?"

LOUIS: "A T-shirt's fine. I'll sleep in my boxers."

HARRY: (makes a panicked face at the wall, voice squeaky) "Okay. Yeah. But I'm warning you...it
gets chilly. You sure you don't want sweats?"
LOUIS: "Who sleeps in sweats?"

HARRY: "I do..." (to himself) "Or will from now on..."(walks tensely to the dresser, picks out a t-
shirt out and hands it to Louis) "Will this work?"

LOUIS: (takes it from Harry, looks at the shirt spread out in his hands) "An Avengers shirt? Nice.
But did you have to vandalize the collar?"

HARRY: " I don't like it when it's that tight around my neck...I like low cut shirts."

LOUIS: "I've noticed. You roll up your sleeves too? I love doing that."

HARRY: "I know...I got it from you..." (flushing, looking down) "I thought it looked cool."

LOUIS: "Stealing my style now, Styles? You gonna start cuffing your pants too?"

HARRY: "Nah..." (fidgeting with his hair) "I can't pull that off." (without thinking) "Besides, I'd rather
cuff you."

LOUIS: (lowers the shirt to reveal his face in slow motion, mouth open) "Touchdown. That was me
smooth."

HARRY: (palms his face in embarrassment) "Oh dear god..." (walks quickly towards the closet to
change but mostly hide)

LOUIS: (takes off his pants) "But I can pull it off? It looks good on me?"

HARRY: (trying to look anywhere but at Louis as he strips, awkward) "Yeah...everything looks
good on you. I mean, you just, I just like your style...you're very stylish. It's cool."
LOUIS: (throws on Harry's t-shirt on top of his boxers, it's big on him, way too much of his
collarbone showing, as well as the tattoo on his chest) "Do I look good right now?" (walking to
stand in front of him, only slightly stumbling on the way, blocks the closet so that Harry has to look
down at him, taunting) "Is black my color?"

HARRY: (gulps, eyes focused on Louis' bare neck, bites his lip) "Yeah. I love the tattoo. Did it
hurt?"

LOUIS: (shrugs) "You have tats on your chest so what's with the lame, cliche question?"

HARRY: "Didn't know what else to say."

LOUIS: (smirking, walking away again) "Tell me I look better in your clothes."

HARRY: (flushed, tone thicker, more breathy) "You look much better in my clothes." (looks down
at the slight bump on his crotch) "Much better."

=================

29. Rage*

Chapter 29: Rage

[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 2:31pm, A Rude Awakening]

LIAM: (knocking loudly on the door) "Open this door!"

LOUIS: (snuggling further in bed, sleepy) "No."

LIAM: "Louis Tomlinson, open this door right now or I swear..."

LOUIS: "No. It's my day off. I get to sleep in. That's the point of having a day off. Go away, Disney.
You won't enslave my soul today."

LIAM: "Jesus Christ, the drama..." (leaves to ask for the key card, gone for around seven minutes,
returns with a card, door slides open, walks in, looking frustrated) "I'm going to kill you, you
know?" (pulls on the covers) "Get up."

LOUIS: (jumps up, startled) "What?! How did you—?" (looks around lost) "How did that happen?"
(squints) "Are you real?"

LIAM: (rolls his eyes) "I asked the lobby for a card." (waves the card in the air) "I told them you
were dying because you very well could have been dead in here. It's three. Niall has been calling
you since nine. Radio silence, hence, I was assigned the rescue mission. Your room was empty.
You didn't pick up your phone. Harry was gone. We didn't know what the hell happened to you. A
text would have been nice if you weren't too busy doing whatev—" (stalling, looking around the
room slowly) "Wait..." (stops, stares at Louis silently then smirks) "Don't tell me."

LOUIS: (still sleepy, confused) "Don't tell you what?"

LIAM: (getting louder, boyish) "Do not even—no!" (touches his temples, having a fangirl attack)
"Don't tell me this! This is gold. I have discovered a gold mine. I'm rich. I am a rich man. I don't
need to be Tigger anymore. I can retire. I am retiring in my richness. You have made me rich."

LOUIS: (laying back down, yawning) "What are you talking about?"

LIAM: (smug) "You, you, Louis Tomlinson, that's you...you boned Harry Styles. And from the looks
of it, he must have been good to have you this exhausted. Oh boy—"

LOUIS: (jumps back up at break-neck speed, very loudly, completely blind-sighted) "What the
fu—?!"
LIAM: (excited) "You slept with Styles. Who even saw that coming?"

LOUIS: "What the shit are you saying? You think I—" (alarmed) "Wait, you think I...I..." (horrified)
"No! No! I didn't. What the hell? No. Why would you think that?"

LIAM: (giddy, counting the things on his fingers) "Well, you're sitting on his bed, wearing his t-shirt,
which by the way is slipping down your shoulder and looks torn open at the collar—" (wriggles his
eyebrows) "Styles getting nippy, huh?" (to himself, nodding, pacing around) "I knew he was a
freak in bed...I mean all that pent up frustration from having to be so quiet has to come out
somewhere. Was he loud?"

LOUIS: "No!"

LIAM: "Silent then. Silent but intense. I could have guessed that too."

LOUIS: (growling viciously) "Liam!" (flustered) "He cuts the collars of all his shirts. He doesn't like
them close to his neck--It's not what you think—he didn't even try—I didn't...I would never. Why
would you think..." (struggling, panicking) "Why would you even...I would never..."

LIAM: (rambling, ignoring him, more excited about the gossip) "Did he mark you? Did he give you
hickeys? Zayn says he gets territorial as hell...Are you marked? Will he be mad if I touch you? Can
I purposely make him mad?"

LOUIS: (scrunching his shoulders to hide his neck) "What?! No. Mark me? No. We're not like that.
None of that happened. We're friends. We're not even friends. We're not doing stuff."

LIAM: "Dude, you're hugging the shit out of his jacket. Your hair's a mess. Your mouth's a mess.
You have that satisfied post-coitus look on your face...Need I go on? I've been there before. I
know the signs."

LOUIS: (fully awake, eyes darting to all the places that Liam pointed out, blushing upon realizing
his hands are indeed gripping Harry's jacket) "He gave me his jacket yesterday because I was
cold and this morning, when he left, I asked for it because it got chilly."

LIAM: "That's adorable, Lou-Lou. You finally found your Prince Charming"

LOUIS: (angrier, more flustered) "Prince charming? What? No. What the hell?"

LIAM: "Did he sweep you off your feet, oh wait, he did, quite literally. I remember now! He picked
you up and carried you to his charriot—"

LOUIS: (serious, shaking) "Liam, stop. Quit it. Stop."

LIAM: "And drove you home where he humped the shit out of you—or did you top?"

LOUIS: (furious, screaming) "Liam, shut the fuck up!"

LIAM: (stunned) "I—"

LOUIS: (screaming) "Stop!" (lowering his voice) "Stop. You're making me so uncomfortable. It isn't
funny. Stop with this gay bullshit. It's not funny."

LIAM: (serious now) "I wasn't judging you. I don't care, Louis...I don't care if you're gay or not—"

LOUIS: (snappy) "I'm not."

LIAM: (winces, cautiously) "You might be bi—"

LOUIS: "No. I'm not a poof. And he's definitely not my Prince Charming because there is no such
thing as a gay Prince Charming." (bitter, to himself) "It doesn't work like that."
LIAM: (stern) "It's okay to be gay."

LOUIS: "Yes, that's true. But I'm not. At all. I'm 100% not gay. I'll never be gay...Especially not for
him."

LIAM: "You're not gay for someone. You're gay for yourself."

LOUIS: "Well, I'm not. I'm not gay for anyone. Don't go spreading that around. I don't want people
thinking I like him because I don't."

LIAM: "I wasn't going to. It was a joke...I thought...I assumed because it doesn't matter. I'd have
done the same thing if it was a girl's room, I found you in...Just more shocking because it's Styles
and he's shy and reserved and your unofficial arch nemesis."

LOUIS: (upset) "He's just another follower and even if he liked me..." (stalling, noticing, hating
himself for it) "It wouldn't go anywhere because I'm not. I can't—I won't—I don't...like him, like that,
at all. I'm not gay at all." (desperate) "I don't understand why you'd think that even." (clearly having
a crisis, saying things he doesn't mean to convince himself) "I don't want him. I don't even wanna
be friends with him. I just felt bad. He had no one. That's the only reason I'm here."

LIAM: (concerned) "Yesterday, you were saying he was cool and you enjoyed spending time with
him—"

LOUIS: (in denial, rapid speaking) "I don't. I don't. I don't."

LIAM: (gentle, sympathetic) "What happened? You guys have a fight?"

LOUIS: "Nothing. Nothing happened. Yesterday was nothing. Nothing's gotten into me. This is
who I am. This is how I've always been. I've always been an ass. I'll always be an ass, to you, to
him, to everyone. I can't be a..." (choked up) "A good guy. I try but I can't."

LIAM: "I don't understand...You were doing fine. You seemed happy. Harry seemed happy."
LOUIS: (winces at the mention of Harry's name) "Leave me alone. Just get out. I don't wanna talk
anymore."

LIAM: "Louis, I'm trying to help."

LOUIS: "I don't want your help..." (closed off completely) "Leave me alone. Just leave."

LIAM: "Okay, alright, I'll leave. Okay...I'll let you get out of bed and get dressed and stuff..."
(walking away, still looking worried) "Call me, when you need me, when you're ready." (walks out,
closes the door gently behind him)

LOUIS: (to himself) "I'm not gay..." (tears form in his eyes, he wipes them away before they even
leave his eyes) "Shit...No..."(throws Harry's jacket on the floor, puts his face in his hands) "You
idiot. You screw-up. Dumb. Why did I even come here?" (breathing heavily, trying to control
himself) "Calm...calm...calm...I'm freaking out...calm..." (sobs once, catches his breath
immediately, curls back in bed, under the covers) "It's okay..." (crying, puts his head under the
covers) "It's okay..." (blankets shake with his sobs but no sound comes out) "Nothing happened..."
(exhale, calmer, dazed) "Nothing happened...nothing happened..." (suddenly flips the covers, face
red and wet, jumps out of bed, grabs the discarded jacket, hugs it to himself, climbs back under
the covers) "It's okay...Everything's okay."

=================

30. Relief*

Chapter 30: Relief

[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 3:51pm, Boredom]

LOUIS: (looking tired, sad, has put on Harry's jacket, presumably because the balcony door is
open, presumably because he has just smoked, picks up his phone, dials) "Come on..."
NIALL: (after a few rings, on the other end) "Hello?"

LOUIS: "Niall, are you working—do you have some time?"

NIALL: "Louis, is that you, bud?"

LOUIS: "Yeah, don't you have caller ID?" (Niall snorts) "I was wondering...I need to talk to
someone. Are you busy? Am I bothering you?"

NIALL: "No, no, hold on..." (not on the phone) "One second, guys, I'll be back. Don't eat all the
fries. Those are mine...I'm watching you..." (back on the phone) "What's up?"

LOUIS: "Did I interrupt something? I could wait. It's not that important. It's whatever, just another
rant." (self-deprecating) "Another one of my famous rants that go absolutely nowhere and are
absolutely unnecessary..." (sighs) "I'm sorry. You should continue what you were doing."

NIALL: "I was just getting lunch with Sandy and Josh. It wasn't awfully interesting." (Sandy
screams, 'hey' in the background) "I mean, it was interesting but I can talk. Talk to me. You sound
upset."

LOUIS: "I am upset."

NIALL: "What happened?"

LOUIS: (deep breath) "I...uh...I had a bit of a..." (deep sigh) "A mental breakdown of sorts. Like an
hour ago. I had a moment, a Louis moment, if you will."

NIALL: "Why? What happened? Are you okay?"

LOUIS: "I went out last night with Liam and Zayn. I drank a lot."

NIALL: "Okay...Did you throw up?"

LOUIS: "No. But, just..." (shakes his head) "I was wasted."

NIALL: (concerned) "Are you in the hospital? Is that why we couldn't find you this morning? Where
are you right now?"

LOUIS: (low voice) "I'm in...Harry's room...bed..."

NIALL: "Harry's?"

LOUIS: "I slept over Harry's..."

NIALL: "Harry who? Harry, you're obsessed with, Harry?"

LOUIS: (almost a whisper) "Not obsessed with him...but yeah."

NIALL: "You slept with him?!"

LOUIS: (immediately) "Not with! Not with...just at his place...in bed...with him...but not like that. Ni,
I didn't. I wouldn't." (brokenly) "Do you believe me when I say that?"

NIALL: "I do, mate, I do. Relax. Don't freak out. You always freak out about stuff like this. It's
weird. Is this why you had the meltdown?"

LOUIS: (nods before realizing that won't work, low, insecure) "Yeah, sort of, yeah, pretty much."
NIALL: "What happened? What did Harry say?"

LOUIS: "Not Harry. I'd never lose my shit in front of Harry. He wouldn't handle it well. It would
upset him." (softer) "It was Liam. He came looking for me and I...well, he was making all these
jokes about me...sleeping with Harry..." (gulping) "Like really with him, you know? I kinda lost it. I
couldn't help it. I got so riled up and I don't know. I was...I don't know."

NIALL: "You were what, Lou?"

LOUIS: "Angry, mad, confused, scared. Very scared. I don't know why. I was full blown panicking
and I have no idea why. I don't know what happened. I sort of blacked out, started screaming. I
didn't want him to tell."

NIALL: "Tell who what?"

LOUIS: "Everyone...that I slept with Harry. I don't want people to know. They'll think what Liam
thought, that we slept together like we really slept together and touched each other
and...and...other..." (whispered, half-hearted) "Gross things..."

NIALL: "Louis, you're bursting a blood vessel for no reason here. No one cares. You guys crashed
in the same room. Whatever. We've all done that at some point or another. Harry sleeps at Zayn's
half the time and no bothers to care." (Louis raises his eyebrows at that before frowning) "And
Liam won't tell if you don't want him too. Don't stress over it. Don't worry so much."

LOUIS: (biting his lip) "Right, yeah, right. Of course. It was dumb. The entire thing. I overreacted."

NIALL: "Why are you still at his place?"

LOUIS: "I can't leave."

NIALL: "What do you mean? You're locked in? But it's a hotel."
LOUIS: "No. I just can't get myself to leave somehow. I can't move from this bed."

NIALL: "Dude, are you that hungover that you can't crawl out of bed?" (chuckles) "How much did
you have, an entire keg?"

LOUIS: "A lot but no, it's not even that. I just like it here. I like his bed..." (looking at the room) "It's
different, his room. He's made it better, warmer, nicer...It doesn't look like a hotel room anymore,
like at all. He has a couch and his own paintings, posters...a DVD player. And his sheets are blue
and there's a cactus that he is miserable at keeping alive. He's named it Ben but I think it should
be named Landon. His room looks like a home. I like that. I don't like my room. I hate my room. It
depresses me, that room, the emptiness of it...so I don't wanna go back. Is that bad?"

NIALL: "No, I don't think so. It's—I actually understand. It's tough, living here, in the hotels, not
having a house of your own, not knowing when you will finally settle down, when they'll fire you,
when you'll be too old, too used up, too unattractive. It's tough being away from family, friends,
well, everyone. We only have each other. Guests come and go and we're just left here, day in, day
out. It takes a toll on you. And finding a special place is necessary...but having that be someone
else's room might make things tricky."

LOUIS: "That's what I hate about this job. I hate it really, but it's strange..."

NIALL: "What's strange?"

LOUIS: "He likes it. Harry. He loves it. You should see him with kids. He's so obnoxiously happy.
He's everything those kids want. He loves them and they love him back." (smiles unconsciously)
"He's happy here and it's nice to be around that. I've missed seeing happy people—truly happy
people—like bright-eyed, big smiles, sunny-side, happy people. He almost makes me like it a little
more. Do you get it? Am I making sense? Am I getting too sentimental over a barrel of bull? I do
get plenty sentimental after these severe mood plummets. To compensate, I suppose..."

NIALL: "You do but it's awesome to see. You never get like this anymore. I thought you left that
back in Juilliard. I'm glad he helps you. I'm glad he's making it better... We've, uh, been pretty
worried, man. You haven't been yourself this past month. I mean, you've always been kinda sassy
and sarcastic and generally angry at the world but this is an all new low even for you. We don't like
seeing you this upset. We don't want to lose you."

LOUIS: "Yeah...I know...I've had a bad month—bad life—" (forced chuckle) "Don't worry too much
about me though. It's getting better. I swear. It was passing, the whole miserable thing. I'm not
depressed or anything. It's not like that. I've just had way too much free time to overthink
everything--my life, the decisions I'm making..." (lower) "My lack of love life. I need a hobby..."

NIALL: "Stay with him if he makes you happy. I know you by now and I know you'll try and push
him away the minute you realize you want him there. Maybe that's happening already. But try not
to do that. Try, for your sake, for his sake, to enjoy it in the present, not obsess over the future.
Try. Will you try?"

LOUIS: (whispering, sad) "If I enjoy it then it'll hurt even more when I have to let go. And I'll have
to let go. I'll have to let him go. I just know it. Because he doesn't belong in my world." (snorts) "In
the best way possible." (sighs) "Thank you though. For picking up."

NIALL: "You're welcome. Now go back to cuddling his sheets and making them filthy with your
alcoholic sweat."

LOUIS: "Ha. Will do. Perhaps buy some porn and jack off on top of them too." (chuckles) "I'll see
you soon, Nialler. Give dem bitches some Woody."

NIALL: "Ew, no, please, never say that again. That sounds so wrong. Those bitches are children."

LOUIS: (laughing out loud) "Alright, cowboy." (hangs up, lays back down,a few minutes go by
where he is just staring at the ceiling, slowly a smile makes its way onto his face, picks up the
phone again, dials a number, waits)

HARRY: (voicemail) "Hey, this is Harry Styles. I'm probably at work right now but leave a message
and I'll call you back as soon as I can, pinky promise. If I don't forget that is...which I probably will,
most likely, so you know what just--just try and call again later, if you don't mind, if you have time,
if you really need me. Okay bye. Sorry. Try calling late so I'm done with work, but not too late. I
sleep early...because I'm lame." (nervous chuckle) "Uh, why did I even say that?" (heavy sigh)
"Call me back. I'll be waiting."
LOUIS: (rolling his eyes at the voicemail) "Has anyone told you how insanely awkward you are
even over phone? Well, let me be the first..." (brief pause) "Um, I'm still at your place... I know
you're at work but I was wondering if you wanted to..." (winces, changes his mind) "If you could
get me a pack of cigs on the way back. I'm out—how much did I smoke last night?" (strained)
"Last night, yeah, about that...I'm glad you did all that hero saving bullshit stuff...So thanks for that
and for not kicking me out today when you left." (another painful pause) "I'll be waiting here for
you—and the cigarettes—cool, come back soon. I mean survive the hell-hole that is Disney."
(scoffing) "God this sounds like something Eleanor would say, well not that last part, but the entire
thing in general...so bubbly and yuck. God awful...sorry, no way to delete these I suppose so there
you have it."

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31. Little*

Chapter 31: Little

[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 5:34pm, Mischief Managed?]

ELEANOR: (knocking on the door) "Harry? Are you home? You have disappeared on us."

LOUIS: (typing on his phone, hears Eleanor, jumps up from the bed to stand uselessly, not making
a move towards the door) "Shit..." (starts pacing up and down the room, lost on what to do) "Shit.
The wicked witch of the west."

ELEANOR: (dramatically) "Did you die in there? I thought we were going to get lunch today. You
told me you needed to tell me stuff. I have arrived to hear stuff, Harry. I expect greatness."

LOUIS: (suddenly furious, to himself) "This damned morning." (pulling at his hair, cursing, more
frantic pacing, checks the pack of cigarettes, remembers it's empty, throws it against the wall)
"Cursed...Just cursed." (looks at the door, bites his lip)
ELEANOR: (in a song-a-song voice) "Hazza-baby?"

LOUIS: (makes a face, mocking) "Hazza baby?" (all of a sudden determined, no longer hesitating,
ruffles his hair violently, looks at himself in the mirror, before ruffling it some more across his eyes)
"I'll show you Hazza-baby." (walks towards the door, smirking, midway through the journey, stops
at the couch, throws all of Harry's clothes on the floor, pulls the ripped t-shirt to expose his
shoulder and collarbone, wipes aggressively at his lips to get the skin to redden slightly, opens the
door, putting on an exhausted front) "Don't you people ever quit?"

ELEANOR: (before the door has fully opened, excited) "Harry!"

LOUIS: (fake sleepy voice) "Harry works on Wednesdays."

ELEANOR: (visibly stunned) "Louis?"

LOUIS: "Yeah, hi. He's not home. He always works Wednesdays. Fridays are his days off or
Tuesday mornings." (pretends to close the door) "Come back later."

ELEANOR: (holds it open) "Wait, wait!"

LOUIS: (smiles to himself before squinting again) "Yeah?"

ELEANOR: "What...are you doing here?"

LOUIS: (looks back as if to double check on the room) "The plan was to sleep my life away since I
have the day off but if you want to ruin that for me, sure, go ahead. Aren't you supposed to be
working? Do you have the hotel shift today?"

ELEANOR: "You're in...you're in..." (looks at the room number on the door, looks back at him,
mouth open) "You're in Harry's room?"
LOUIS: "Yeah."

ELEANOR: "Why are you in Harry's room?"

LOUIS: "I slept here."

ELEANOR: (absolutely bewildered) "Bu—but why?"

LOUIS: "Because I wanted to."

ELEANOR: (speechless) "Oh."

LOUIS: (fakes a yawn) "Wanna come in? I'm sick of standing."

ELEANOR: (nods) "Uh...Is Harry home?" (follows him inside, slowly taking in the entire room,
clothes on the floor, bed unmade, trying to ease the tension) "Messy here...considering he usually
cleans up..."

LOUIS: "He went to work this morning. Has yet to come back." (slumping back down on the bed)
"How long will this take? You know I don't do small talk when hungover...or ever."

ELEANOR: "You slept on the bed with him?"

LOUIS: "Yeah." (trying hard to hide his smile by squishing his face on the pillow) "He took up the
entire space—not fun—and slept diagonally. Again, not fun. He likes to cuddle. What kind of man
likes to cuddle?"

ELEANOR: (sitting on the chair, purposely avoiding the bed, still shell-shocked) "Wow. Did you,
guys... I didn't know you guys were close friends or sleep-in-the-same bed friends..." (coughing)
"This is a tad strange. I thought you said you didn't like hi—"
LOUIS: (annoyed but keeps his composure, shrugging) "I do. I like him just fine." (forceful) "I think
he's great, okay? I like him way more than I ever liked you." (snappy) "Can I sleep now? As in, can
I please not talk to you anymore?"

ELEANOR: (tucking her hair behind her ear, cautiously) "Are you not gonna tell me what
happened? Isn't this pretty big?" (awkward) "I mean...this is pretty big...sleeping in the same
bed...no underwear...you know, things..."

LOUIS: (sees he has screwed himself up because Eleanor is not upset) "Nothing happened. I
went out. Got drunk. Called him. He picked me up. I didn't wanna go back home. He let me stay. I
never left. Nothing, really."

ELEANOR: "So nothing, you know, um, nothing interesting?"

LOUIS: (shrugging then smirking) "You jealous?"

ELEANOR: (raises an eyebrow, confused) "Why would I be?"

LOUIS: "Cause you wish you were in my place right now."

ELEANOR: "What does being in your place entail? You said you did nothing?"

LOUIS: (explosive) "So you do wanna sleep him? You're dying to really. I call that kind of thirst,
camel thirst."

ELEANOR: (put off, annoyed) "Well, I slept with you so my standards can't go any lower unless, of
course, I start considering sleeping with Liam while he is in his Tigger costume." (to herself) "That
wouldn't be half bad..." (chuckles) "I mean lots of padding, right?

LOUIS: (not having it, stung) "I don't remember you complaining when you asked me to..." (moans
loudly) "Fuck you harder." (moans again)

ELEANOR: (flustered) "Asshole!"

LOUIS: "You know what they say, if you can't handle the heat..."

ELEANOR: (ranting, standing up to leave) "Why did I ever sleep with you... Why the hell did I
make this mistake? I knew you'd be like this too, all frat bro and dumb and annoying about it. Ugh.
So much regret. I suppose I hoped you being a huge dick meant you had one too...Mistaken
again."

LOUIS: (catty) "That's what all butthurt bitches say--though I must give it to you for not literally
being butthurt. You didn't let me have that pleasure...yet."

ELEANOR: (under her breath) "I wouldn't be too butthurt. I've seen bigger things in my toilet bowl."

LOUIS: "Let's test it out then, huh? I'm waiting on you." (grabs vulgarly at his crotch) "Oh, but look,
it won't get hard for you anymore...I wonder why. It says, shh, listen closely. It says I've been there
before, Louis, and it was a dark, dark place. Please don't put me there again..." (talking to his
boxers) "Don't worry, buddy, the evil witch won't try to kiss you again. Last time, she was a little
too nippy."

ELEANOR: (walking towards the door, insulted) "You're an absolute pig."

LOUIS: (smug) "Mhm, sure. Don't cry because you couldn't keep up."

ELEANOR: "That's what all the crude bastards say when they know the girl's faking it."

LOUIS: "Oh, you're pulling that card? Classy, Eleanor, classy. My pride suffers really because I
care if the person I'm using is getting any pleasure."
ELEANOR: "You realize that makes you sound like a despicable human being, right?"

LOUIS: (angry, pointing at the door) "Again, there's the door. Don't let it hit you on the way out. Or
do."

ELEANOR: "You're just mad I won't caress your ego like all your cheap hookers." (blinks towards
his crotch, unfazed, mocking) "Aw, your small pee-pee is probably hiding from shame. I'm sorry,
baby girl. It's not my fault you're little. I mean, compared to Harry's, you're probably tiny."
(smirking) "But then again, I'm sure you noticed that yourself."

LOUIS: (taken back, jealous) "Is this the real Harry we're talking about, the one I slept with, or the
Harry you fantasize about while touching yourself, the one you think you'll sleep with?"

ELEANOR: (provoking him on purpose) "You think I haven't seen it?"

LOUIS: (actually angry) "You haven't."

ELEANOR: "He said that?" (seeing Louis hesitate, knows she's trapped him) "What did Hazza
say?"

LOUIS: (glaring) "Don't. Call him that."

ELEANOR: "Oh, am I infringing your copyright license? Did you patent it? He doesn't even know it
was you who spread that around—"

LOUIS: (furious) "You're such a piece of trash, you know that." (snarling) "And a slut." (desperate)
"And a liar!"

ELEANOR: (looking at her nails) "Yeah, okay. Run your mouth now since you can't do it when
Harry's around. He'd shut you up in a second."
LOUIS: "He didn't sleep with you. He'd never sleep with you!"

ELEANOR: "Why, Louis, because he'd rather sleep with you?"

LOUIS: (shocked silent) "Shut up..." (recovering, tone deadly) "Don't make this a competition,
Eleanor." (smiling coldly) "Because I'll crush you."

ELEANOR: (smiling sadly) "Knowing you, you'll never have the balls to make a move anyway."
(opens the door, sighs heavily) "You know, Louis, it's simple really, no competition involved
whatsoever. No need for childish threats. If he likes you, he won't like me by default. And vice
versa. The only difference is, I would actually take the opportunity if it ever presented itself. You,
on the other hand, well..." (door slams shut)

LOUIS: (frustrated) "What does that even mean?!" (no response, Louis growls to himself) "You
bitch!"

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32. Lazy*

BIRTHDAY BABY: Happy belated birthday to my darling, Alexia (@Shmemy). I hope you enjoy
this chapter since it's pretty special. I'm sorry it's a tad late. I hope you had an awesome time
nonetheless.

***

Chapter 32: Lazy

[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 6:24pm, Mischief Managed]

HARRY: (coming back from work, opening the door) "Honey, I'm home!" (both chuckle, walks in
further to spot Louis, lounging on the bed, TV on, in boxers and another one of Harry's shirts, hair
wet) "Hey, there, how are you feeling? I brought you food, hope you like Chinese. Hope you're not
allergic or something..."

LOUIS: (giddy) "Cigs?"

HARRY: (throws him an unopened pack) "Smoke up."

LOUIS: (in glee, loud) "Yes!" (cuddles the pack, rolling around in bed, to the cigs) "I suffered here
all day without you, baby..."

HARRY: (stunned, blushing) "Huh?"

LOUIS: "I'm talking to my girlfriend here...don't cockblock."

HARRY: (confused, then noticing Louis kissing the cigarette pack) "Oh..."

LOUIS: "Alas, it's okay. We are together now..."

HARRY: (in the kitchen, teasing) "You raided through the fridge." (pulls out water bottle before
walking back to the room, notices the new shirt on Louis, raises his eyebrows in appreciation)
"And the closet." (drinks up, wetting his chin/shirt with a few droplets)

LOUIS: "I took the liberty of—of—" (distracted by Harry's show, staring openly) "Took the liberty
of..."

HARRY: (confused, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand) "Huh? I'm joking. I don't mind.
You found everything alright in the shower?"

LOUIS: (blushing at being caught) "Your shampoo smells of apricots... Why is that a thing again?"
HARRY: (pouting) "Why would it not be a thing?" (suddenly jumps on the bed with him, Louis
startles and yelps, Harry smirks further at catching Louis off-guard) "You don't like the way my hair
smells?" (cuddles him so Louis is squished against the mattress) "I bet yours smells heavenly
right now. Yum!"

LOUIS: (blushing deeper as Harry hugs him into the bed to smell his hair) "You're so weird." (half-
heartedly, with a smile on his face since Harry can't see) "Get away from me, you weirdo."

HARRY: (pulling back, hovering above him on his hands, Louis laying in between them) "You
smell delicious."

LOUIS: (chuckling) "Don't I always?"

HARRY: "You do."

LOUIS: (smirking) "You've smelled me before?"

HARRY: "I'll smell you right now." (lowers down again, buries his nose in his neck) "Let's see..."

LOUIS: (frozen, lost on what to do) "What the hell is wrong with you today?! Simon give you a
raise?"

HARRY: (mumbled in Louis' neck) "I took a shot downstairs before coming here to prepare
myself."

LOUIS: (snorts, tickled, eases up) "Stop, you big moron." (half giggles as Harry nuzzles him more,
making exaggerated sniffing sounds) "Stop it or I'm kneeing you where the sun don't shine."

HARRY: "Alright. Alright..." (letting him go, smiling) "You smell like my stuff...I like it." (shy) "I was
excited to come home today because of that voice-mail." (Louis makes a cringing face at the
memory) "I guess I'm still riding the happy train..." (standing up to unpack his bag) "Did you have
food?"

LOUIS: (snapped back awake) "I had ramen. And debated selling my body for a smoke."

HARRY: (without thinking) "Is that what you're doing right now too?" (horrified at what he's said,
scrambling to recover) "I didn't—god, that was a horrible joke. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it to sound
that way."

LOUIS: (smirking as he pulls out a cigarette, sticks it in his mouth) "Is that what you want in
return?" (raises his t-shirt to expose his flat stomach and tight boxers) "This?" (amused at how
uncomfortable Harry is getting, squirming, blushing, accidentally dropping his phone on the
ground, leaving it there) "You want my body?"

HARRY: (eyeing the skin, then the boxers, whispered) "Stop..." (snapping his eyes down, picking
up his phone, pretending to be busy, ashamed) "That was too far."

LOUIS: (low, breathy) "That's how you flirt properly. Learn, kid. I'm giving you free lessons."

HARRY: (can't help but look back) "I don't want you to...I don't like when you do that stuff. Makes
me feel like, I don't know..." (bites his lip, embarrassed) "Like I'm objectifying you. The male gaze
and all."

LOUIS: (almost offended at the rejection) "Oh shut up, nerd. You take the fun out of everything."

HARRY: (hurt) "There's no fun in—"

LOUIS: (interrupting him sharply) "Whatever." (lowers his shirt again, stands up to walk to the
balcony, blasé) "I was dying for a smoke. Hungover and dying." (goes outside, barefoot, lights his
cigarette) "And you took so long. It's like you wanted me to die."

HARRY: (distanced, uncomfortable) "Well, you could have bought some yourself. The plaza is
only four floors down."
LOUIS: "I didn't wanna leave the room."

HARRY: "Okay." (walks over with a cigarette of his own, they smoke in awkward silence, Louis
looks down, guilty, backtracking)

LOUIS: "I'm cold."

HARRY: (without looking at him) "I'll bring you a hoodie."

LOUIS: (small) "I want the one you're wearing."

HARRY: (confused) "Why?" (Louis shrugs, not meeting his eyes) "Okay." (puts the cigarette on
the ledge, takes off the oversized hoodie, hands it over to Louis who is stunned) "Here you go."
(Louis slowly takes it from his hands, still wary, as if it's going to be ripped away from him any
minute) "Put it on before you catch something."

LOUIS: (smiles to himself, as he throws on the hoodie, very big on him) "Thanks." (taunting) "Do
you give everything away this easily?"

HARRY: (shrugs, smoking again) "If people need it more, yeah."

LOUIS: (pulls the hood up on his wet hair, adjusts the sleeves so his hands are poking out) "You
graduated from Columbia? Wouldn't have picked you for an Ivy alum."

HARRY: (chuckles) "Because I'm dumb?" (shakes his head, only in a tight, black t-shirt) "My ex
graduated last year." (trying to shift topics quickly) "Weren't you in the city as well? For college?
Juilliard, right?"

LOUIS: (not distracted) "The ex that left you?"

HARRY: (rolling his eyes, staring ahead) "Yeah, that one, the one you love asking about..."

LOUIS: "Sue me for being curious... You kept her shirts?"

HARRY: "Yeah, why not? They still function as clothing whether we're together or not. And as you
can see they're good for chilly days."

LOUIS: "What about the baggage?"

HARRY: "I had enough suitcase space to drag a few extra things."

LOUIS: (amused) "No, moron, the emotional baggage."

HARRY: "Ah." (shrugs) "It fades away after a while. You wear the shirt enough and suddenly you
associate it with different things, new memories..." (dazed) "Like right now..." (fond) "You have it
on. When I wear it again, it'll remind me of you..." (warmly) "And how the blue matches your
eyes...and how I can barely see your hands because it's so big on you." (snorts, speaking more to
himself, dreamily) "And how I could get used to this."

LOUIS: (drawn in) "To what exactly?"

HARRY: "You...wearing my shirts...being here when I get back from work. You in general."

LOUIS: "Until I go back to being a jerk."

HARRY: (snorts, looks away, smoking) "Right. Until that happens."

LOUIS: (cigarette forgotten, smoldering in his fingers, worried) "You know it will happen, right?"
HARRY: (blowing out smoke) "Oh, inevitably."

LOUIS: (provoking him) "I'm not normally a nice person."

HARRY: "That you aren't."

LOUIS: "I say mean things."

HARRY: "Lots of em."

LOUIS: "I make bad jokes."

HARRY:"Can't be worse than mine."

LOUIS: "You'll get hurt."

HARRY: "I'm always hurt. It's called being sensitive."

LOUIS: "I'll hurt you."

HARRY: "I don't doubt that one bit."

LOUIS: "I'll be an asshole again."

HARRY: "Aren't you always one?"

LOUIS: "I'll make you angry."

HARRY: "I'll live."

LOUIS: "I'll make you hate me."

HARRY: "You can try."

LOUIS: "I'll make you swear."

HARRY: "Fuck it."

LOUIS: (smiling happily, speechless) "What's wrong with you?"

HARRY: (smiles back) "Lots of things." (they smoke some more, Louis still visibly happy)

LOUIS: (quietly) "I didn't leave the room because if I left...I couldn't get back in." (quickly) "I like
your room. A lot. I didn't wanna go back to mine."

HARRY: "Feel free to move in then. I don't mind the company."

LOUIS: (trying hard not to show how excited he is) "And have to share a bed with you all the time?
Please. I'll be cuddled to death."

HARRY: (embarrassed) "Sorry about that. I love...I'm a cuddler. I can't help it. I didn't mean to
make you feel uncomfortable. It was an accident."

LOUIS: (shrugs) "You talk in your sleep too."

HARRY: "No."
LOUIS: "You did last night."

HARRY: "What did I say?"

LOUIS: (suddenly more nervous) "Oh, lots of things."

HARRY: "Like what?"

LOUIS: (fidgeting with the cigarette, throwing it away) "Like things."

HARRY: "Tell me."

LOUIS: "You said...you said...that it felt awesome...to have me there..." (gulping) "Where you
dreaming of your ex?"

HARRY: (smiling, walking back in) "That wasn't sleep-talking. I was awake and very conscious."

LOUIS: (standing there, frozen) "Oh."

***

AUTHOR SPEAKS: This should have been in the last chapter but I was in a hurry. Today, babies,
I'll teach you about this psych term called, "Hostile Attribution Bias" (HAB), which will help you a
ton not only in understanding Louis here but also GBWB's Harry and perhaps SOF's Harry too.

Basically everyone has scripts, these are kind of like prototype scenarios of the world. Example,
your birthday script might be: cake, presents, people love me, balloons, etc. It helps people go into
new environments without being totally lost. Children that grow up in violent environments develop
scripts that reflect that. If they hear a loud noise, they might think, "Mommy's drunk again.
Mommy's angry again." Or if they're pushed they might think, "Mommy wants to hurt me. Mommy
thinks I've been bad. I will get beat up now."
Because of this they might develop Hostile Attribution Bias. If you break down the word it means,
you attribute (explain, classify) events in a hostile (aggressive, threatening) manner. And it's a bias
in that it colors your view of reality. People with HAB tend to automatically assume the worst in
situations. A kid who is constantly abused at home might be walking in school. Another kid nudges
him and his books fly out of his hands. A normal kid might think, "It was an accident. It's so
crowded. He was in a hurry. He's sorry." A kid with HAB will automatically think, "He hates me. He
wants to humiliate me. He wants to hurt me. I need to protect myself". This is the reason kids with
HAB are often very aggressive. They live in a world where everything signals danger to them and
they react quickly to protect themselves because they are frightened.

Louis here has pretty bad HAB in that in moments where he feels threatened ("These people want
to shame me, hurt my reputation so that I am isolated, friendless."), he snaps on the offensive
immediately ("You're a bitch. You're jealous. Leave me alone."). Perhaps the most vivid example
of HAB is GBWB's Harry, who has grown up abused.The slightest cues (Louis not siding with
him), send Harry into a manic frenzy ("You fat whore! I hate you! I'll kill you.")

Hopefully this didn't feel like a lecture but I find it so interesting so I wanted to share it with you.

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33. Louis*

Chapter 33: Louis

[Jellyrolls Bar, Disney Boardwalk, 7:45pm, After Work Drinks]

LIAM: "You think he's gonna be okay?"

NIALL: "Who? Lou?"

LIAM: "Yeah. He was pretty upset and I feel bad. I didn't mean to make him angry. I was just
teasing him, you know, getting him a little flustered. I knew nothing had happened. Does he hate
me now?" (melodramatic) "Oh god, it took so long for him to like me too. Now I'll be like Zayn, who
he finds snippy."

ZAYN: "Hey!"

LIAM: "Well, you are a little snippy, Zaynie."

ZAYN: "I'll snip your tongue off, that's what I'll do."

LIAM: "See? Snippy."

NIALL: (chuckling) "He does not hate you. He's not even mad anymore. He's fine. He gets like that
sometimes, overly sensitive. He was just having a rough morning. I'm sure you can imagine
knowing how bad he got the night before."

ZAYN: "At some point, he turned towards me, called me 'Zack' and genuinely asked if he should
ask Harry to prom. And I was like...Louis you graduated high school fifty-seven years ago. There is
no prom for you."

LIAM: (laughing, slapping his hand on the table) "I remember that! That was precious. He looked
so cheated, as if he suddenly realized he had lost ten years of his life. Then he got all sulky and
said he never went to one. He's a mess when he drinks."

NIALL: "He is..." (sighing) "He is... That's why I don't like him drinking. I tell him that, that he should
ease up. But he's Louis and if he wants to do something, he'll do it."

LIAM: "I'm worried about him. I know he gets aggressive when he's drunk...I mean he almost
knocked that guy out that time just because he made a comment on Louis' ass, which between us,
is yummy, no homo, just yum..."

ZAYN: (flings his arm away from the table suddenly) "Yuck!"
NIALL: "What?"

ZAYN: "Liam is bathing my arm in drool."

LIAM: "Am not!"

ZAYN: "Are you sure? You were getting pretty wet over there. We need to call the waiter for one of
those caution slippery signs." (Niall laughs hysterically)

LIAM: (grumpy) "I said no homo."

ZAYN: "We're spared then." (under his breath) "Besides, I thought I was your man crush."

LIAM: "What, you're jealous?"

ZAYN: "I'm man-cheated."

NIALL: (shaking his head, smiling) "Liam drools over you too, Zayn, I'm certain."

LIAM: (winking) "You just don't see because it's always in the shower."

ZAYN: "Gross. You're gross. You're a vile human being."

NIALL: "Because someone getting aroused at the sight of you is vile now?"

ZAYN: "Shut it, blondie." (all laugh) "You were saying about Louis?"
NIALL: "Nothing. He's always rowdy when he's smashed."

LIAM: "But he wasn't drunk that morning. He was sober...sober and angry. He's very...uh..."

ZAYN: "Neurotic, impulsive, insane?"

LIAM: "All of those...but that's not in a bad way. I mean I rather he wasn't but that wouldn't be
Louis because Louis is just like that..."

NIALL: "Yet you can't help admiring him, gravitating towards him, wanting to befriend him, have
him around despite the snarky comments. And when he's upset, you want to save him and hug
the crap out of him and tell him it's all gonna work out even if it means risking a punch or two in the
face."

LIAM: "Yes. All of that too." (screeches, palm on his chest) "Oh god! Am I falling for Louis?"

NIALL: (rolling his eyes) "Surely, that's it. Try giving him a hug next time and he'll make sure to fix
that by actually having you fall."

ZAYN: "I can't see him taking hugs gracefully."

NIALL: "He doesn't. Any form of touching really. It repulses him."

LIAM: "Why though?"

NIALL: (shrugs) "That's Louis for you. He's not much of a people's person."

LIAM: "Does he let you hug him? I mean you've known him for what—"

NIALL: "Years. Louis and I went to Juilliard together. He hated my guts freshman year. That's
another Lou thing. He's slow to warm up and usually, his default emotion is dislike."

ZAYN: "I've noticed."

NIALL: "It's how he screens people. He's very...picky. He doesn't trust others easily."

LIAM: "He doesn't trust us at all...like I feel like he doesn't think much of us. We're just drinking
buddies. He doesn't care."

NIALL: "No, no. Don't think of it that way. He really likes you guys. He might not show it openly but
if he's willing to call you and ask to hang out, he likes you." (looking at their unconvinced faces)
"Trust me. He just doesn't do that—that sharing his feelings thing. He doesn't do that often so
sometimes it looks like he doesn't care. He's not the type of person that would call you when he
needs someone. Well, he called me yesterday, but it took him months to even ask for my number,
just in case he needed to play Halo with someone. And it took him years after that to call me when
he truly needed someone there and wanted me to be that someone. It takes time with him..."

ZAYN: "Because he's been very hurt in the past..."

NIALL: (sad) "Yeah...yeah. I imagine."

LIAM: "What happened?"

NIALL: "Not my story to tell."

LIAM: "Oh, please Niall. We wanna help. This isn't gossip. I gossip, I know, but I don't run my
mouth about important stuff. Only who got head in the Alice maze..."

ZAYN:"What Liam means to say is we wanna know so we can understand him better."

NIALL: (unsure) "I don't know...He'd not want people to know."

ZAYN: "Yes, he would. He would love for people to know but he just can't get himself to talk about
it...to ask others to care about his struggle. He'd rather forget and pretend it didn't happen. He'd
rather push people away."

NIALL: (sighs) "That's because he thinks that everyone will leave him eventually and he finds it
easier to just speed up the process."

LIAM: (somber) "Who has left to make him think that?"

NIALL: "His father left when he was really young. Louis doesn't interact with him...ever. Even his
last name, Tomlinson, is that of his step-dad, well, ex-step-dad. His mother divorced the second
man she married too. I don't know the details. Louis calls it ancient history and never speaks of it
so I don't know how much losing another dad took a toll on him. He doesn't speak to his mother's
new boyfriend. He doesn't speak to his mother much either. They're cold towards each other. She
never visited once during the four years he studied in New York. She wasn't even there for
graduation. He doesn't go home for Christmas and that's his birthday. He spends his birthdays
alone usually because everyone leaves."

ZAYN: "His birthday's on Christmas? I never knew that."

NIALL: "Christmas Eve, yeah. We usually get that time off to fly back, that's why you probably
missed it. Makes it hard for him."

LIAM: "We should do something this year, to celebrate. We should throw him a party!"

NIALL: (smiling) "We can think about it."

ZAYN: "Must be tough not having a support system."

NIALL: "Yeah... He's never had anyone there for him. Probably why he's so guarded all the time.
It's difficult for him to believe someone wants to listen to what he has to say if it's not a joke or a
witty comeback. He says he used to be a loser in high school because he was too shy to talk and
got self-conscious easily. That weighs on him a lot, high school, that's a very touchy subject."

LIAM: "Louis was shy? I cannot see that at all. If anything he would be the class loud-mouth. He
pretty much makes the law around Disney—bullies all the other poor cast members into loving
him."

NIALL: (chuckles) "That's what I said. He wasn't though, not always. Everything he's now, he
wasn't back then. He wasn't liked. He wasn't popular. He wasn't confident. He was very isolated
really, no friends, no girlfriend, so he gets vulnerable if things bring him back to that time."

LIAM: "Was he bullied?"

NIALL: "He was...pushed around, I think. Louis hints at that. He says it's because he was small
and girly-looking. He liked to have his hair long and the older boys would call him a twink and a
poof and a sissy."

ZAYN: "That bothered him?"

NIALL: "What do you think? He suffered it. He lost his best friend because of it. There used to be
this boy, in high school, childhood friend or something like that. Louis adored him. They were very
close. Stan was the only thing he had growing up."

LIAM: "What happened?"

NIALL: "He grew up to be a jerk. He pushed Louis away as soon as the rumors about Lou's
sexuality got bad. It was traumatic, I'm assuming. I don't know. So traumatic he still doesn't talk
about the anger he has towards Stan. Whenever he speaks of the falling out, it's always 'we grew
apart' or 'different friend groups' or 'I didn't want to be friends with him' or 'I wouldn't want to hang
out with me either in high school'. He never admits to how much it devastated him to lose
someone he cared about so deeply. He doesn't think he has the right to be mad. He's convinced
he deserved it because he got too attached."
LIAM: "Did he ever come out?"

NIALL: (sternly) "No. He's not gay. That thread terminated ages ago. He doesn't talk about it. He
doesn't think about it. It's dead. After Louis quit soccer, he and Stan never spoke again. Lou
started dating his first girlfriend, Hannah, and verbally destroyed everyone that questioned his
sexuality. By senior year, the twink was long gone. Louis grew a beard, cut his hair, changed his
style, dumped Hannah, lost his morals, developed a cutthroat sense of humor and the
transformation was complete."

LIAM: "Is that when you met him?"

NIALL: "Yeah, I met him after he had become the sassy, confident womanizer he is today."

ZAYN: (defensive) "So, this thing, this Harry thing, that's nothing then?"

NIALL: "Yeah. Don't get me wrong, Louis wants to befriend him. He's mystified by Harry,
fascinated, has been since Harry's first day. That much is obvious. But it won't swing that way...I
don't think it can."

LIAM: "Why not? Harry might be everything Louis needs."

NIALL: (chuckles) "How very Disney of you." (gets serious) "Louis is emotionally fragile. He needs
someone stable, someone that comforts him until he heals. Even if Louis was gay and okay with
being gay, Harry'd be too overwhelming. Lou's not ready to face that part of himself and frankly, I
don't think Harry's ready to take care of someone like Louis."

ZAYN: "Someone in denial, you mean?"

NIALL: "Someone hurt. Someone who will lash out when he feels trapped. Someone who'll let you
hug him one day and not touch him the next. Someone unpredictable. Harry's too soft for that. And
as much as Louis is selfish, he won't go for it because he's scared of breaking him. He's terrified
that he'll ruin everything Harry is and, for Louis right now, Harry is a beacon of hope."
***

AUTHOR SPEAKS: I know lots of you are surprised that Louis has yet to figure out Harry's
sexuality but you must realize that you look at this story with a huge bias because you already
know what it will be about. In the real world, you don't get these extra cues and normally, when we
meet people, unless they are flamboyant, we tend to assume they are straight. It is also very
common that once you have an idea of a person, you don't notice the things that don't fit with it. All
these details that the readers see as glaring signals would most likely be swept under the rug of
conversation.

I've had countless of experiences where someone comes out to me and it's completely blind-
sighting, but after I know, it's like all of a sudden I see these small things about them and I think,
'how did I ever miss this?' That's called hindsight bias. Moral of the story, people look a lot more
gay after they admit it.

=================

34. Listen

Chapter 34: Listen

[Harry's Range Rover, West Irlo Bronson Memorial Highway, 6:41pm, Driving Home]

HARRY: "Um, where do you wanna be dropped off?"

LOUIS: (tired) "The hotel is fine."

HARRY: "Long day?"

LOUIS: "Very."
HARRY: "Not going out tonight?"

LOUIS: (really down) "No..."

HARRY: "Okay..." (silence) "Is everything okay?"

LOUIS: "Yeah, don't..." (shakes his head) "Don't..."

HARRY: "Ask about it? Got it."

LOUIS: "Yeah..." (quieter, leaning on the seat) "Yeah... Thanks."

HARRY: (looks at him, concerned, then at the road) "I got this new book..."

LOUIS: "That so?"

HARRY: "Yeah, it's really interesting. I don't know if you'd like it actually... It's a bit of a lame
romance."

LOUIS: "What about?"

HARRY: "Two kids with cancer..."

LOUIS: "Wow, talk about morbid."

HARRY: (dry chuckle) "Yeah...but it's sweet. It makes your heart all warm."

LOUIS: "Who dies, if not both?"

HARRY: "I won't tell you that! That'll ruin the book. You have to read it first."

LOUIS: (turning to face him, lazy smile on his face) "Must I?"

HARRY: "Well, yeah..." (flushing) "There's this part...in the book...where the girl gives the guy a
book and he reads it."

LOUIS: "Whipped."

HARRY: (noise in between a cough and a chuckle) "Yeah...right..." (deeply embarrassed) "Who
does that..."

LOUIS: "So when are you gonna be done with it?"

HARRY: "What, talking?"

LOUIS: (rolls his eyes) "The stupid book so I can borrow it. I'm not about to waste money on a
cheesy love story that might make me cry."

HARRY: (happy) "It will."

LOUIS: "Did you cry?"

HARRY: (shrugs) "A bit."

LOUIS: (smirking) "Knew it..."

HARRY: "A bit, okay? Just a tear or two. Manly crying. I sniffled, just...a bit of sniffling, you know?"
LOUIS: (dry, stretching the word) "Right."

HARRY: "I mean, it was sad..." (red in the face) "It's so heavy..." (Louis snorts) "Hey, you'll see
when you read it..." (grinning) "You'll see! You'll cry too..."

LOUIS: "I won't."

HARRY: "Yes, you will."

LOUIS: "I won't and to prove it to you, I'll read it with you there."

HARRY: "How?"

LOUIS: "I'll stay over yours tonight."

HARRY: (practically shaking with excitement) "You'll sleep over?"

LOUIS: "If you don't cuddle me."

HARRY: "Oh, you'll need to be cuddled when you finish that book."

LOUIS: "Unlike you, I'm not a cry baby."

HARRY: "Unlike you, I actually have a heart, Satan."

LOUIS: (mocking) "Satan, whoa, that's new."

HARRY: "Should we stop for food then? I was planning on going out later to eat but since you're
around..."

LOUIS: "Who were you gonna go with?"

HARRY: (shyly) "No one..."

LOUIS: "Alone?"

HARRY: "I was going to bring it back...eat at home, watching a movie or something. That's what I
do everyday."

LOUIS: (notices Harry's sadness) "We should watch 'Treasure Planet'. Then I'll read your dumb
book."

HARRY: "Treasure Planet?"

LOUIS: "Yeah, have you heard of it? I forget you're still fairly new at this Disney thing."

HARRY: "Of course, I've heard of it--I love it, who doesn't love it?"

LOUIS: (smiles, opening up) "I'll let you know though...if the book doesn't do me in, that song
segment of 'I'm still here' will..."

HARRY: (laughing lightly) "I literally tear up every single time." (much more comfortable talking)
"Every time...I was about to say no to the movie to avoid that." (somewhat wary) "Also, I have
to constantly remind myself that they're supposed to have a father-son relationship, the two
mains."

LOUIS: (practically jumps on his seat) "Right?! I know. There is so much sexual tension."
HARRY: (giddy) "Yes! Every time they hug I have to repeat, father-son, father-son, father-son..."

LOUIS: (laughing) "Now I'll be thinking that too. Perfect. Crying and wanting a pirate to molest a
child, what else could this movie do to me?"

HARRY: "You're the masochist that chose it."

LOUIS: "Says the guy reading cancer books of kids dying."

HARRY: "It's good! It's happy."

LOUIS: "Until someone bites the dust."

HARRY: "Yeah, well..."

LOUIS: "So someone does die!" (melodramatic) "You spoiled it. That's it. I have to hate you now."

HARRY: "You practically pushed me towards it. You forced my hand."

LOUIS: "How do you live with yourself knowing you take the joy out of books?"

HARRY: (gaping) "Come on!" (scoffing) "There is no joy in that book to begin with."

LOUIS: "I thought you said it was sweet."

HARRY: "It is until, ugh, just read it, won't you?"

LOUIS: "Fine."
HARRY: "Fine."

LOUIS: "Good."

HARRY: "Perfect."

LOUIS: (pops his lips) "Perfect."

HARRY: "I'll have you know I'm cooking pasta tonight."

LOUIS: "I'll have you know I only eat white sauces."

HARRY: "Will Alfredo please his majesty?"

LOUIS: (sarcastic) "It will. Thank you for making such huge sacrifices."

HARRY: "The things I do for you."

LOUIS: "I know...I mean, the romantic gestures are endless."

HARRY: (pouting) "Hey, I'm giving you a bed, a meal, a book and Treasure Planet. The least you
could do is give me something in return."

LOUIS: (amused) "Like what?"

HARRY: (cheeky) "A kiss."

LOUIS: (bursts out laughing) "You slay me. Maybe if you took me on a yacht and fed me caviar
we'd be considering that."

HARRY: (grumbled) "Spoiled brat."

LOUIS: "What was that, Styles?"

HARRY: "Nothing. Nothing. Just planning our yacht trip."

LOUIS: (smug) "That's what I thought."

***

AUTHOR SPEAKS: Seriously though, if it has never crossed your mind to ship the two
protagonists of "Treasure Planet", you and I can never get married. I love these chapters where
they are just becoming better friends, no expectations of romance, just getting to know each other.
That's one of the main differences in the two versions. This one has a real progression
from acquaintances to friends before it even gets anywhere. Also, notice that the point of the
chapter was to show how Harry understood Louis didn't wanna be badgered and quickly changed
his approach, offering a neutral topic to get him to cheer up again. That might seem like a small
thing but in reality, it requires a lot of understanding and subtlety.

=================

35. Leaving

Chapter 35: Leaving

Scene 1

[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 3:24am, Late Night Reading]

LOUIS: (on the bed, reading, suddenly, lowers the book, glares at the wall, blinking back tears)
"Styles!" (shaking him) "Harry."

HARRY: (stirring from sleep, mumbled) "Huh—what?"

LOUIS: (harsh whispering) "How could you do this to me?!"

HARRY: (rubbing his eyes, out of it) "Do what?"

LOUIS: "How could you make me read this book?"

HARRY: (looks at the book Louis is clutching with white knuckles) "You're still doing that?"

LOUIS: "Yes, and this has murdered my soul—I hate you!"

HARRY: (chuckles, head drops back on the pillow) "Come to bed. It's late."

LOUIS: "No. I have to finish it."

HARRY: "Which part?"

LOUIS: "Him being in the car, wanting to buy cigs."

HARRY: (raises himself on one elbow) "Ah, yeah, that's the worst of it probably."

LOUIS: (distraught) "He was so strong at the beginning, so confident—he could do everything—so
much potential." (almost breathless in rambling) "He had dreams goddammit! I related to him and
now he's being killed—why did he have to be the one to die? Why? This is so unrealistic. Two kids
with cancer! Why does someone always have to die? Why can't things just work out, huh?"
(shaking) "I hate this."

HARRY: (sits up, wraps his arms around Louis' waist, pulls him close) "You need cuddles."

LOUIS: (doesn't resist, grumpy) "I need to finish."

HARRY: (lays them down, spooning Louis) "Finish then." (cuddles behind Louis, closes his eyes
again) "But sleep after, okay? Or you're gonna be exhausted tomorrow. We can complain about
the unfairness of a flame too early snuffed tomorrow."

LOUIS: "Damn sure we will."

HARRY: (smiling, eyes closed) "I wouldn't have it any other way."

LOUIS: (snuggles backwards instinctually, book in front of him) "I still hate you."

HARRY: (mumbled against Louis' neck, sleepily) "Told you it was bad."

Scene 2

[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 4:44am, Late Night Regrets]

LOUIS: (lights out, laying down in bed, sniffling, book beside him, nuzzling up to Harry, small)
"Harry..."

HARRY: (asleep) "Hmm?"

LOUIS: "Will I die before I do great things?"

HARRY: (partially opening one eye) "What?"

LOUIS: (pouting, curled in a ball, on his side, facing Harry) "Will I die having achieved nothing
too?"

HARRY: (smiles, cups his face with one hand) "Absolutely not." (puts a lock of hair behind his ear)
"You'll do amazing things."

LOUIS: (gulping, needy) "Yeah?"

HARRY: "Yes. Sleep now."

LOUIS: (pained) "I can't. Can't fall asleep. I'm thinking too much."

HARRY: (sympathetic) "Come here. I'll help you."

LOUIS: (inches closer in between Harry's arms, whispered) "Please don't make me read more
books like this."

HARRY: (hugging him, gentle) "I'm sorry." (petting his hair, Louis yawns) "I'll be more careful next
time."

LOUIS: (sleepy, mumbled against Harry's shirt) "No death and no leaving, please."

HARRY: (against Louis' hair, protective) "Alright. We won't talk about those topics again."

LOUIS: (practically asleep) "Some death. Gory death." (slurred) "Like 300...in the book, he liked
300. We can talk about that death..." (whispered) "No leaving."
HARRY: (biting his lip, hugging him tighter, emotional) "Leaving is worse than death?" (silence,
Louis is already asleep, Harry sighs)

Scene 3

[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 7:24am, Morning Trouble]

HARRY: (sitting on the bed, caressing Louis' hair gently) "Time to wake up."

LOUIS: (nuzzles the pillow, smile on his face, spoiled) "No."

HARRY: (pulls back) "Yes. Or we'll be late."

LOUIS: "Why did you stop petting me?"

HARRY: (rolls his eyes) "Because kitty doesn't wake up when people pet him."

LOUIS: (cheeky) "You never know."

HARRY: "I do know. I've been petting you for the past thirty minutes."

LOUIS: (curls his shoulders adorably, snuggles into the bed) "Maybe kitty needs forty."

HARRY: (amused, fond) "No, you don't. No more petting if you don't get up."

LOUIS: "Dress me."

HARRY: (groaning) "I have. You're wearing my hoodie."

LOUIS: (touches his stomach without opening his eyes, feels the hoodie) "Oh. When did that
happen?"

HARRY: "A while ago. Come now. Up you go."

LOUIS: "Tea."

HARRY: "Right here. It'll get cold if you don't wake up."

LOUIS: (raises his head, squints at the mug on the bedside table) "Wow, you've really thought of
everything."

HARRY: "Well, I had a lot of time."

LOUIS: (slowly makes his way into a sitting position, looks at the hoodie) "How did you get this on
me?"

HARRY: "You were half-asleep. Your pants are right here."

LOUIS: (flings back the cover) "I have socks on too?"

HARRY: (chuckles, stands up to put his finished cup in the kitchen) "You can sleep a little more in
the car if you put your pants on."

LOUIS: "Will you piggyback me to the car?"

HARRY: "Finish up in the bathroom within ten minutes and I might consider it."

LOUIS: (jumps up from the bed, still buttoning his pants) "You're on, loser."
Scene 4

[Rainforest Cafe, Walt Disney World in Florida, 3:11pm, Lunchtime]

LOUIS: "Say it."

LIAM: "What?"

LOUIS: "Whatever you wanna say, say it. Stop playing with your fries and giving me weird looks.
It's starting to creep me out."

LIAM: "I just wanted to ask how you were doing."

LOUIS: "I'm well."

LIAM: "You look well."

LOUIS: "As in?"

LIAM: "You look well. You look happy. It's unusual. Normally you seem tired and annoyed...I don't
know if I'm allowed to address that—"

LOUIS: "You are." (sighs) "Look, Liam, I'm sorry...for what happened back in Harry's room. I lost
my temper..." (to himself) "My mind really." (to Liam) "But I don't want anything to change between
us. God, that sounds gay." (Liam winces) "I mean, I don't want you walking on eggshells when
you're around me, sparing my feelings and all that. You're my main man. You wanna say
something to me, you say it."

LIAM: "But I do wanna spare your feelings. I don't want to push you or make you feel uneasy."
LOUIS: "You don't." (waving his hand) "That was something else."

LIAM: "You freaked out."

LOUIS: "I freaked out."

LIAM: "Why?"

LOUIS: (shrugs) "I don't know. I was tired, caught off guard. I wasn't expecting to hear any of
that...I was overthinking it...I was confused."

LIAM: "But it's better now? You got it figured out?"

LOUIS: "Yeah. Much better. I spoke to Niall... That kid keeps me sane, you have no idea.
Godsend."(snorts) "But hey..." (serious) "I wanted to ask you something."

LIAM: "I won't tell anyone, don't worry. Niall already gave me that lecture. You can trust me, Louis.
I'm your friend. I'd never betray you. I wish you'd trust me more. I wish you'd tell me more."

LOUIS: (confused, guarded) "About?"

LIAM: (stumbling through words) "Anything...everything. I wish I could be there for you like Niall is.
I care too."

LOUIS: "Niall has been there for years."

LIAM: "But you had to trust him at some point. It had to start somewhere."
LOUIS: (shrugs) "I don't feel comfortable doing it. I'm a solitary type of person."

LIAM: "You can change that. You can learn to let people in."

LOUIS: "It's not that simple. It's not a choice that I make one day and poof, all of a sudden, I'm a
different me. It doesn't work like that." (makes a face) "I'm not that good at this friend thing. That's
not really my thing."

LIAM: "Yet you have so many friends. You have Niall and you have me and Zayn and Perrie and
hell, even Eleanor. Despite everything, she'd be there for you if you needed her."

LOUIS: (self-deprecating snort) "She definitely hates me. And I don't blame her. I treat her pretty
horribly."

LIAM: "You do...But she understands you better than all of us. She has learned to look past your
scathing front. She doesn't hate you. No one hates you. We all care about you."

LOUIS: (nods, deep breath) "I had a request of sorts, I wanted you to uh... Don't mention anything
to Harry about what happened that day—anything I said in that room when I lost it."

LIAM: "What is happening between you and Harry, Louis?"

LOUIS: "Nothing..." (noticing Liam raises an eyebrow, confessing) "He was there for me at a really
bad time and that has made mea little..." (with difficulty) "Attached. To him, to his friendship, his
presence even. It's bizarre. I can't explain it."

LIAM: "Maybe you don't hate him after all."

LOUIS: "I never hated him. I just didn't understand. I still don't. Hell, the kid is so freaking
confusing that most of the time I'm lost. He switches from happy child to awkward teen in the blink
of an eye. And yeah, that worries me, not being able to predict him but it's also exciting."
LIAM: "He makes you smile. Even talking about him makes you smile."

LOUIS: (snorting, smiling) "Nah. It's not that at all...He has that effect on everyone." (thinking out
loud, spacing out) "When he smiles, he makes you wanna smile back. I love his smile. I love
seeing him smile."

Scene 5

[Space Mountain, Walt Disney World in Florida, 2:22pm, Sneak Smoking]

HARRY: (poking his thigh, showing off a scar) "Look at it! It's bad! And it's your fault."

LOUIS: "How is it my fault?"

HARRY: "You said we wouldn't get caught."

LOUIS: "We didn't get caught."

HARRY: "Because I squished the cigarette well into my skin." (pouting, pointing at the burn bruise)
"Look, it hurts."

LOUIS: (smacks his hand away) "Don't touch it then."

HARRY: "So painful."

LOUIS: "Oh, get over it."

HARRY: (blinks with wide eyes) "Ouch. So much ouch."

LOUIS: "What do you want me to do? Kiss it better?"

HARRY: (cheeky) "That's one option."

LOUIS: "Man up, sissy."

HARRY: "You hurt me and you won't even make amends. True villain."

LOUIS: "I didn't tell you to do that. You can have just thrown it on the floor."

HARRY: "Then they would have seen and we'd be fired—"

LOUIS: "—Don't say fired. You said fired. I'm done with you."

HARRY: "We would have."

LOUIS: "No, we wouldn't so stop freaking out. Plus, it makes you look cool. Now you have battle
scars."

HARRY: "On my upper thigh. Who's gonna see that?"

LOUIS: (winces) "You'd be surprised." (recovers, loud) "Anyhow, back to work?"

Scene 6

[Harry's Range Rover, West Irlo Bronson Memorial Highway, 7:23pm, Driving Home]

LOUIS: "I hate that song."

HARRY: "I like it."

LOUIS: (dramatic) "Did I ask for your opinion?"

HARRY: "But...you just..."

LOUIS: "Yes, my opinion matters because I control the radio so if I hate a song it has to go."

HARRY: "Then make it go. You don't have to announce it. You control the radio like you said."

LOUIS: "I verbally control the radio. I don't do all the manual labour. I have peasants for that."

HARRY: "I'm driving."

LOUIS: "It takes five seconds to change a station."

HARRY: "It also takes five seconds to drive off the road into this swamp."

LOUIS: (smirking) "It takes five seconds to make me happy."

HARRY: (biting his lip) "You're being manipulative."

LOUIS: "No, no...just saying...you know...I'd be happy if this song was not playing."

HARRY: "Change it."

LOUIS: "I could change it myself..."

HARRY: "Do it."

LOUIS: "But—"

HARRY: "Oh for god's sake." (switches the station) "There. Be happy."

LOUIS: (smiling widely) "I am happy. I got my way."

HARRY: (shaking his head, embarrassed) "I'm not whipped."

LOUIS: (smug) "I didn't say you were."

HARRY: (grumbled) "You were thinking it..."

LOUIS: "I wasn't. I was thinking you were sweet."

HARRY: (flushing) "Oh..."

Scene 7

[Changing Rooms, Walt Disney World in Florida, 7:13am, Morning Dress-up]

HARRY: "Louis!"

LOUIS: "What?"

HARRY: (pouting) "Why are you leaving without me?"

LOUIS: "We don't work the same shift today."

HARRY: "But...but...you don't wanna walk with me."

LOUIS: (rolling his eyes) "Overly attached girlfriend."

HARRY: (stiffening) "I'm just joking."

LOUIS: "I know."

HARRY: "I wasn't really upset. I didn't really...I was making a joke."

LOUIS: "I get it. You don't have to explain jokes to me."

HARRY: "Just making sure. I'm not really that...clingy."

LOUIS: "Are you gonna get dressed or what?"

HARRY: "Huh?"

LOUIS: "Do I have to wait forever? Stop being a girl."

HARRY: "Stop being a sexist."

LOUIS: "Stop being a social justice warrior."

HARRY: (sulky) "I'm not. I don't like when you—"

LOUIS: "If you don't shut up, I'm leaving you. I'm not in the mood for these political debates before
an imminent twelve hour shift."

HARRY: "Fine. Leave then."

LOUIS: (rolling his eyes) "Don't be difficult."

HARRY: "Leave, Louis. What's easier than that? Leaving?"

LOUIS: "Everything. Leaving is the hardest option. You think I'd be here if it was so easy."

HARRY: "It's easy. Walk out. You have feet."

LOUIS: "I have feet, yes, but I also have a brain."

HARRY: "You don't need that to walk out."

LOUIS: "Pity that I have it then."

HARRY: "Why are you still here?"

LOUIS: "Because you're not dressed yet! Get dressed so we can go. I can already see this will be
a long day."

HARRY: "Don't wait for me."

LOUIS: "Shut up. Shut up and put your clothes on. I'm waiting. Get over it."
HARRY: "I don't want you to wait."

LOUIS: "You're being a child and it's not cute."

HARRY: (frustrated) "Leave!"

LOUIS: "Fine!" (walks out of the building)

HARRY: (stunned, shaking, weakly) "Fine..." (looks down, upset, under his breath) "Leave then."
(yanks the clothes on his body angrily before he walks out of the room)

LOUIS: (waiting outside, cigarette in his mouth, arms crossed) "Ready?"

HARRY: (snorting in surprise) "Forgot something?"

LOUIS: "Yes. You."

=================

36. Loss*

Chapter 36: Loss

[Flying Fish Cafe, Disney Boardwalk, 7:25pm, Agenda-Pushing Dinner]

ZAYN: "You like wearing his stuff, huh?"

LOUIS: (shrugs) "He likes me wearing his stuff. He doesn't mind. Plus it's easier than going back
to mine to change."

ZAYN: "You live two floors up."

LOUIS: (moaning) "Two floors of stairs..."

ZAYN: "Are you going back to his after this?"

LOUIS: (self-conscious) "Yeah. I told him I would so I will or he might think I'm dead and send nine
million texts."

ZAYN: "You guys text often?"

LOUIS: "If you count him telling me bad knock, knock jokes and me replying with insults as texting,
then yes, we text all the time. It's surprising he never runs out of those. I am starting to doubt their
originality..."

ZAYN: "He googles them."

LOUIS: (fake shocked) "Oh! That liar. Plagiarism."

ZAYN: "Have you been home these past two weeks?"

LOUIS: "Yeah, kinda, here and there... It's easier to sleep over. I can make him miserable in the
morning and he can drive me over. And he makes me tea. Win-win, on my side at least." (thinking
out loud, glaring at his plate of pasta) "Though he isn't all sweet anymore. That lasted about four
days." (pouting) "He drags me out of bed now and it hurts." (cautious, looking up) "He's annoyed?"

ZAYN: "No. He loves having you there. That's the issue. I think he's developing an addiction. Last
time you skipped a day, he said he felt pretty useless. What are you doing to him?"
LOUIS: (snorting) "Never you mind, Zaynie, never you mind."

ZAYN: "You two are ridiculous."

LOUIS: "We share clothing. So what?"

ZAYN: "You don't just share clothing, which in itself is a pretty intimate thing to do."

LOUIS: "We sleep over. We're faux-roomies. You and Liam had a little bromance going on as well.
You can't judge me."

ZAYN: "Bromance, okay, that's what we're going for."

LOUIS: "That's what it is."

ZAYN: "Harry's marking you. He's peeing on you."

LOUIS: (disgusted) "What?"

ZAYN: "He's marking his territory, sticking a flag, scribbling a signature at the bottom of the
canvas, drawing a line in the sand, surrounding you with barbed wire." (Louis looks even more
lost) "He's showing off the fact that he's close to you now, hence the shirts. If he still had his
football jerseys, I bet you'd be wearing those what with his last name being on the back."

LOUIS: "That doesn't sound like him at all." (Zayn's about to speak) "He played football?" (Zayn
closes his mouth, rubs his temples in exasperation, Louis keeps rambling) "With what
coordination? He can barely tie his shoes. And he's so skinny. What could he have possibly
blocked?"

ZAYN: "Oh, you'd be surprised." (trying to give him a hint) "Harry gets quite possessive when he
wants to, well, in certain contexts."

LOUIS: "Like sports, you mean? Never in a million years would I have seen that coming."
(chuckles, continues eating, to himself) "Wow..."

ZAYN: (losing his patience) "I meant other contexts, like social contexts."

LOUIS: "Chill. We're friends at best."

ZAYN: "Friends at best?" (mumbled) "That's not what he said."

LOUIS: (falling for the bait) "What did he say? He said we were what?" (coughing, uncomfortable)
"More than friends?"

ZAYN: "Never you mind, Lou-Lou, never you mind." (switching topics, much to Louis'
frustration) "How many shirts of his have you stolen already?"

LOUIS: "A couple." (mumbled, chewing) "He gave me his ex's hoodie."

ZAYN: (without thinking) "Ed's? He gave you Ed's shirt...Ha, not sure how Ed would take that—"

LOUIS: (chokes on his last chunk, swallows, drinks a sip of coke) "Ed?" (very slowly putting the
pieces together) "What a strange name..."

ZAYN: "Ed, his ex? Sheeran? Teddy or whatever? He's been around a few times..."

LOUIS: (stunned, freezes) "He?"

ZAYN: (rambling obliviously, not noticing how shell-shocked Louis is) "Ginger, blue-eyed, tall.
Harry has countless of pictures of them both on Facebook he has yet to purge. He's hard to miss."
(chewing through his burger) "He used to wear a lot of hoodies that Harry swiped post-break up in
a spur of the moment rage—refused to give them back." (rolling his eyes, chuckling) "Was sort of
a big deal—battle of the clothing, El calls it."

LOUIS: (setting his fork down) "Harry's...gay?"

ZAYN: (stops eating, eyebrow raised) "You're kidding, right?"

LOUIS: "Uh...I—He said he had a girlfriend. He said girlfriend...He said his ex was a girl."

ZAYN: "Oh, right...That. I guess he hasn't told you yet then." (winces, puts the burger down,
bracing himself) "Oh boy."

LOUIS: (voice cracking with his rising rage) "Yes, he has not told me yet."

ZAYN: "Well you assumed and he didn't wanna say anything. He's awkward about it." (snorting
nervously) "He's awkward about everything."

LOUIS: (cold) "So he's gay and his ex was a boy."

ZAYN: "Pretty much."

LOUIS: "Why would he just not...?"

ZAYN: (shrugs) "He doesn't think it's a big deal. Is it really that important who he's attracted to?
Does it really matter?"

LOUIS: (through his teeth) "Whom. And yes, it does." (struggling to express himself) "Because it's
who he is...part of who he is. It's like I've been talking to this—this lie the entire time!"
ZAYN: "You're being dramatic."

LOUIS: "I'm not. I'm not being dramatic. This kind of thing defines a person."

ZAYN: "A person is not defined by his sexuality, Louis."

LOUIS: "Yes, he is. A lot of a person is his sexuality. It's more than your next lay. It's a piece of
you, a huge piece of you and your history—how you were treated, how you treat others. A
person's sexuality tells you how strong they are and how broken and how empathetic and—and all
of that." (Zayn cocks his head sideways, clearly lost) "You might not wanna accept that because
we all wanna turn a blind eye to discrimination in our society but it is there nonetheless. And it will
always be there. And it will shape you."

ZAYN: "It has shaped him and that shaped person is who you met. Does it matter how he was
shaped? He's not asking you to share what made you like this, what made you, you."

LOUIS: "It's not the same!"

ZAYN: "How is it different?"

LOUIS: "Because...because it just is, okay? It is."

ZAYN: "I sense some personal issues here so I'll tread lightly."

LOUIS: "There are no personal issues! Just why would no one tell me? Is he in the closet?"

ZAYN: "No, he's out. Everyone knows. Most of the crew has met Ed. They've known for a while."

LOUIS: (screechy) "Why did no one tell me?!"

ZAYN: "We thought you knew! We all thought you were aware. Harry hasn't really tried to keep it
hidden."

LOUIS: "He lied to me! He never mentioned it."

ZAYN: (trying to appease him) "He never mentioned it. That's not lying. That's just...he probably
never had the opportunity to..."

LOUIS: "He knew I didn't know—all of you realized—and no one thought to, oh I don't know, throw
this poor guy a hint?"

ZAYN: "We tried. Liam tried. El, all of us. But it wasn't our place. We didn't wanna out him for no
reason."

LOUIS: "He's already out! He's out with everyone but me—what the hell does that tell you?"

ZAYN: "What would it have changed?"

LOUIS: "Everything! I wouldn't have blurted out derogatory terms for starters."

ZAYN: "You should stop doing that whether someone in the room is gay or not."

LOUIS: "I'd have stopped if I knew. I never slip up with Luke because I know and I know it would
hurt him."

ZAYN: "You should stop all together."

LOUIS: "That's not the point, Zayn! The point is you all left me in the dark. Hell, you were all
probably snickering behind my back about how ridiculous I looked every time I mentioned his
girlfriend."
ZAYN: "Well, you're not wrong."

LOUIS: "Piss off."

ZAYN: "We didn't think it was a big deal. You were a little late with the news, whatever, it was
funny. We thought it would all hit you soon."

LOUIS: (manic) "How far were you willing to let me go before you told me?"

ZAYN: "What do you mean?"

LOUIS: "I was sleeping in his bed!"

ZAYN: "Oh for shit's sake, you're one of those. Look, assface, just because he's attracted to men
doesn't mean he wants to jump every man in the world. He definitely doesn't wanna jump the likes
of you."

LOUIS: (slighted) "What are the likes of me, Zayn? Enlighten us all."

ZAYN: "Insecure, homophobic straight boys who clench their buttcheeks at the mere sound of the
word gay."

LOUIS: (cold) "I am not homophobic."

ZAYN: "If you find yourself having to say that then you are."

LOUIS: "I don't have to prove anything to you."

ZAYN: "Yes, but you have everything to prove to him."

LOUIS: "After he proves to me he hasn't been lying about every damned detail of his life."

ZAYN: "You're being ridiculous. He failed to mention he's gay. That's one thing, one small—"

LOUIS: "Small."

ZAYN: "Small. He's gay, adjective. He's not a homosexual—his sexuality does not constitute his
entire existence."

LOUIS: "He is a homosexual though and really, it doesn't matter. I don't care who he beds. I just
want to be aware."

ZAYN: (mocking) "So that what? You avoid being naked around him."

LOUIS: (exploding, both attracting a lot of attention now) "So that I know I'm wearing a boy's
hoodie, not a girl's one!"

ZAYN: (matches his tone) "What does it freaking matter?!"

LOUIS: "It does!"

ZAYN: "You thought that oversized hoodie was a girl's hoodie?"

LOUIS: "Some girls prefer baggy, big hoodies. I'm sorry I don't assume every girl likes tight stuff."

ZAYN: "But you assume every guy is straight unless proven gay?"

LOUIS: "He said he had a girlfriend. What was I supposed to do? Assume he was lying to my
face?"

ZAYN: "You said he had a girlfriend. You assumed first. He went along."

LOUIS: "Why did he have to go along? If it bothered him so much, my assuming, he'd have
corrected me!"

ZAYN: "If it bothered you so much to be friends with a gay man then you'd have made sure he
wasn't!"

LOUIS: "It doesn't bother me. Don't put words in my mouth."

ZAYN: "I don't have to when they're already there."

LOUIS: "I never said him being gay had me uncomfortable."

ZAYN: "But you wouldn't sleep with him in the same bed if you knew."

LOUIS: "Yes!" (frustrated) "No. I don't know...I would have thought about it differently. I wouldn't
have let him cuddle me—I mean, I don't—that's not something—"

ZAYN: (disgusted) "You're a homophobe."

LOUIS: (desperate) "I'm not a fucking homophobe! You don't know me at all. You don't know
anything about me."

ZAYN: "I might not know everything about you, Louis, but I do know why Harry didn't tell you. He
feared this exact thing. Congrats. You proved him right."

***
 AUTHOR SPEAKS: Shit really hit the fan in this chapter, ey? And there's so much I could talk
about based on who I agree with more and how both boys have different points they make. But
before I put my opinion out there, I wanna hear yours! Does Louis have the right to be upset and
what is he really saying about sexuality being so important?

=================

37. Less*

Chapter 37: Less

Scene 1

[Outside the Changing Rooms, Walt Disney World in Florida, 5:59pm, Leaving Work]

HARRY: (still in costume about to go in when Louis comes out already undressed, Harry spots
him, stops, smiles) "Hey!"

LOUIS: (startling, looks up form his phone,distant) "Hi."

HARRY: "Do you have some time?"

LOUIS: (cold) "I suppose. What do you want?"

HARRY: (caught off guard) "I just—I just thought we could talk a little."

LOUIS: "Talk."
HARRY: (stunned) "Okay." (hesitates, uncomfortable) "Uh..."

LOUIS: "Is that it?"

HARRY: "I...Is this a bad time?" (awkward, points behind him) "I can go—"

LOUIS: (reserved) "This is a good time. Talk"

HARRY: "Okay." (gulps) "It's just that...I haven't seen you in a bit—"

LOUIS: "It's been three days."

HARRY: (self-conscious, trying to force a chuckle) "Yeah, I guess, about that long..."

LOUIS: "There's nothing to guess. It's been three days."

HARRY: "Yeah, okay."

LOUIS: "Sunday, Monday, Tuesday."

HARRY: (another bad chuckle) "Okay, yeah. I was just wondering where you've been—how
you've been..."

LOUIS: "Keeping tabs on me now?"

HARRY: (smile completely gone, worried) "No. Not how I meant it. No. I don't care—"

LOUIS: "Don't care?"

HARRY: "I mean I do care—"

LOUIS: "Why would you care about what I do in my free time?"

HARRY: "I don't..." (trapped) "That way..." (frazzled) "I just, I don't...I didn't mean..."

LOUIS: "What did you mean then?"

HARRY: (gulping, voice shaking badly) "I don't know—I just thought it weird—"

LOUIS: "That I didn't sleep over yours all this time? I have a life, you know?"

HARRY: (small) "I didn't say—"

LOUIS: (getting riled up) "I had one before I started talking to you."

HARRY: (pleading) "I never implied—"

LOUIS: (obvious he's more frustrated with himself than Harry) "I'm allowed to hang out with other
people."

HARRY: "Of course you are—"

LOUIS: "You might have no one else but that doesn't mean I don't either."

HARRY: (winces, curls into himself) "I understand."

LOUIS: "You're not the only thing my free time revolves around."
HARRY: (whimpering) "I didn't think so—"

LOUIS: (explosive) "Then what did you think, Styles?!"

HARRY: (flinches openly, visibly hurt, struggling) "I'm sorry!"

LOUIS: (roars, furious, frustrated) "Why?"

HARRY: (choked up, can't get himself to speak)"I don't know...I'm sorry."

LOUIS: "Don't say sorry when you don't mean it."

HARRY: "I mean it."

LOUIS: "How can you mean it when you don't know why you're apologizing?"

HARRY: "I'm sorry you're sad. I hate seeing you sad. And you're so sad right now. It's very difficult
to see without wanting to ask about it. I'm sorry for whoever did this to you."

LOUIS: (stunned) "Harry..."

HARRY: "I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry I don't know what we're talking about. I'm sorry I'm an idiot.
I'm sorry I can't be there for you and be better at this. I'm trying so hard and I want to be good but
sometimes I mess up because I don't know. I'm sorry. I mean all of those."

LOUIS: (regretful) "Look..."

HARRY: "No, it's okay." (trying to smile again, failing) "That was a little creepy of me to ask about
your life...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound that way. I'm not creepy, I promise. I'm just bad at
knowing the—the friend code or something. It's okay. I won't do it again."

LOUIS: (soft) "Harry."

HARRY: (has shut off entirely, blank-faced) "I was just trying to make conversation, you know,
small talk..." (clearly rambling because he doesn't know what to say) "I'm not really good at that,
small talk, as you saw probably, have seen, so yeah... Sorry about that, about being so awkward.
I'm just...okay, I'm wasting your time now."

LOUIS: (gulping with difficulty, can't bear to see Harry this way) "Yeah, I have to sorta
be...somewhere...right now."

HARRY: (disappointed, then more embarrassment) "Oh...of course. Of course. I'm going to..."
(shuffling a few steps back, stumbling) "You go, yeah, you can go. That wasn't like me giving you
permission. It was like, leave, not like a demand but like you can just leave if you want to...I'll go
change. I have to get home anyway...yeah."

LOUIS: (torn) "I just..." (sad) "There's this thing."

HARRY: (trying to seem blasé) "Yeah, don't worry about it. Completely fine. Do the...the thing."
(smiles but it's plastic) "I didn't have anything to ask anyway. Was just saying hi."

LOUIS: "Okay, I'm leaving now." (walks away stiffly) "Bye."

HARRY: (bites his lip, can't help himself) "Is something wrong?"

LOUIS: (without turning around) "Is there?" (looking at him pointedly) "You tell me."

HARRY: "Are you upset?"

LOUIS: "Nope." (walks away further) "Why would I be upset?"

HARRY: (follows him slightly) "Are you sure?"

LOUIS: (scathing, snappy) "Yes, Harry. Nothing's wrong. Everything's peachy."

HARRY: "What changed then?"

LOUIS: (growling) "Nothing."

HARRY: "Did I do something? I didn't mean to sound—did I upset you?"

LOUIS: (biting his lip, debating whether to say anything) "I'm going to go now."

HARRY: (crushed, desperate) "What did I do?"

LOUIS: "I'm going, Harry. I'm late..." (takes a deep breath, forces it out) "You're wasting my time
with your useless rambling."

HARRY: (completely deflated) "I'm so—"

LOUIS: (desperate) "Shut up!" (Harry freezes completely, doesn't speak, after a few seconds of
silence, Louis can't help look back at him, Harry's eyes are downcast) "I'm going to go now."
(Harry nods quickly, still not looking up, Louis makes to walk away, Harry steps forward a couple
of steps too) "That means you have to stop following me. You're not coming with."

HARRY: (quiet, spaced out, didn't even notice he was doing it) "Okay..." (trying to seem cheerful,
eyes glazed over, completely dissociated, his voice sounds strange, forced) "Some other time
then?"
LOUIS: (eyes him warily, guilty) "Go home, okay?" (Harry doesn't respond, Louis' face breaks into
frustrated worry) "Go home and talk to Zayn." (Harry is blank-faced, silent) "Are you listening to
me?!" (Harry nods but it's clear he isn't) "Why are you still standing there?" (Harry turns around to
walk inside, Louis breaks into full worry) "Harry!" (Harry walks in without turning around)
"Goddammit!"

Scene 2

[Harry's Range Rover, West Irlo Bronson Memorial Highway, 8:03pm, A Week Later, Driving
Home]

HARRY: (smoking, hand hanging out of the window, all of sudden, breaks the silence) "Why is
Louis mad at me?"

NIALL: (in the passenger seat, snapped awake) "So that is why you waited around for my to shift
to end? You had this whole ambush planned out."

HARRY: "I didn't. That wasn't my intention at all."

NIALL: "Harry, you work mornings on Fridays. You're supposed to be home by three."

HARRY: "I had to be around for something. Simon...Extra work. Shifts. That sort of thing."

NIALL: "Right, the slave work as Louis calls it."

HARRY: "Yeah...That...."

NIALL: "Cool..."

HARRY: (awkward, trying to excuse himself) "I just happened to see you and thought you'd want a
ride home. Better than the bus. That's all. No ambush."
NIALL: "That's thoughtful of you." (silence)

HARRY: (small) "So is he? Mad, I mean. Is Louis mad?"

NIALL: "I don't think so...Why?"

HARRY: "No reason, just wondering. Just me...being insecure."

NIALL: "Is anything wrong? Did something happen?"

HARRY: "No, nothing happened. He just...said some things. So I was wondering, dwelling, as I
always do. It's nothing."

NIALL: "What's nothing?"

HARRY: "Everything."

NIALL: (raising an eyebrow, amused) "Everything's nothing?"

HARRY: "I—never mind, tell me about the new Ratatouille ride."

NIALL: "Don't switch topics. What happened?"

HARRY: "Nothing. He's just...back to his usual self, that's all."

NIALL: "Usual being..."

HARRY: "He doesn't talk to me or acknowledge my presence." (wincing) "Cuts the conversation
short if I start it...I don't much because—" (self-deprecating snort) "I'm a little scared, not gonna lie.
But overall, just normal stuff. Usual Louis."

NIALL: "He's been ignoring you? But I thought you guys were getting along...He's pissed at you?"

HARRY: "No. He's just been busy, that's all. Forget I asked."

NIALL: "He's not busy. He's been out every night this past week. When's the last time you saw
him?"

HARRY: "Oh, I don't know. Couple of days ago, maybe. I don't...keep tabs on him or anything..."

NIALL: "When?"

HARRY: (whispering) "Saturday after work."

NIALL: "So you haven't seen him in a week?"

HARRY: (shrugging) "I thought maybe he was mad at me but...maybe he's just doing his
own thing for now."

NIALL: "Have you tried talking to him?"

HARRY: "Yeah...he seems busy."

NIALL: "Is he being mean?"

HARRY: "No!" (gulping, looking sadder) "No, he's just...Louis." (quietly, resigned) "I don't know...I
don't know what I did wrong..."
NIALL: "I'll talk to him. Maybe he's just having a bad week. I'll let him know you're worried—"

HARRY: "No! Don't!" (Niall makes a confused face) "I don't want him thinking that I'm telling
people about this. I don't wanna be a crybaby. I wasn't gonna tell you. I just wanted to—I thought
you knew something since you were his best friend and it was bothering me a little—don't tell him
that because I don't want him thinking that he's doing something wrong. I'm just wondering if I did
anything bad to him or in general."

NIALL: (sympathetic) "I think he's just cranky maybe...He's gotten drunk more often, which tells
me he's having a bad week. Maybe news from home? Something completely unrelated to you?"

HARRY: "If he doesn't wanna be friends with me, that's okay. I mean I'm pretty weird and he's not
weird and we don't have to be friends, you understand? I just...missed him a little." (looking at Niall
immediately, scared) "Please don't tell him I said that. I missed him because I got
attached—stupid I know—it's been a week and I'm being pathetic about this. I just liked
him...hanging out with him. It was nice and now I'm being clingy. I get that. I'm trying to pull back."
(pulling his hair, fidgeting, struggling to pick up another cigarette from the pack) "God, this is so
stupid. That's why he can't know. Because it's stupid. It was stupid of me to ask you."

NIALL: "It wasn't stupid. You were worried."

HARRY: "Should I be worried?"

NIALL: "I don't know...because I don't know what's happening. But I'm upset that he's doing this to
you. It doesn't seem fair."

HARRY: "No. No. You misunderstand. He isn't doing anything. Don't be mad at him. This is not his
fault." (very softly, almost inaudible) "Don't hurt him."

NIALL: "What did you say?"

HARRY: (repeats it, looking sad and lost) "Don't hurt him. He's already hurt. I don't know why but I
don't want it to get worse. Just let it be for a bit."

NIALL: (surprised) "Ok, then."

***

AUTHOR SPEAKS: Where to even begin, right? The entire thing is a mess and though this is an
old chapter some very critical things have changed in their dynamics as you will see with the next
chapter. There were hints of Harry's past in the old book but rare and few while this book really
nails the point home and gives the readers a different side of Harry.

When it comes to understanding the characters, I think Harry is perhaps even more complex than
Louis. Louis has many issues affecting him but they are more straight-forward, while Harry is so
quiet that a lot of his problems go unquestioned. There's a very strange other side to his shyness,
which is there on purpose to show you that his attitude is a defense mechanism to protect against
himself more than just the ordinary reservation.

I would also pay special attention to Harry's relationship with Ed as it is your way in. If you're too
busy hating on Ed, you'll miss the exits and be at a loss with Harry almost entirely. The Harry that
Ed sees, no one else sees and a lot of the emotional journey for Harry is going to be coming to
terms with that self, forgiving it, loving it, being less afraid that it'll pop out and ruin his present life.

=================

38. Liar

Mood: "The Draw" by Bastille

***

Chapter 38: Liar

[Outside the Changing Rooms, Walt Disney World in Florida, 6:33pm, Leaving Work]

LOUIS: (coming out of the locker rooms to chase after Harry who's leaving) "When were you
gonna tell me you're gay?"

HARRY: (turns around, panicked) "I'm not! I mean...I am but...I wasn't going to...I was going to tell
you. I wasn't lying. I was just...the conversation didn't—"

LOUIS: "Don't pull that bull with me." (mocking) "The conversation didn't lead to it..." (snapping)
"Of course, it lead to it! You let me say girlfriend. You said girlfriend yourself! It wasn't a lie by
omission. You consciously lied. You lied to me."

HARRY: "I was scared. Worried. I didn't know...You said girlfriend once and I couldn't correct you
so I had to keep—I'm sorry."

LOUIS: "You couldn't have once said, hey, Louis, by the way, I have no intention of sleeping with
Eleanor because she's lacking some bits and parts."

HARRY: "I never said I slept with Eleanor! You said that. You assumed! It was you."

LOUIS: "You could have corrected me instead of letting me worry and dwell on whether she was
riding your—"

HARRY: "You didn't have to worry. I told you I'd never take her away. Why would you doubt me?"

LOUIS: "Why would you not tell me you're gay?!"

HARRY: "I didn't know how you'd react."

LOUIS: "So you thought to lie for what? Forever? Until you invited me to your wedding and I saw
you kissing a dude?"

HARRY: (strangled) "I'm sorry."

LOUIS: "You let me wear your fucking boy toy's shirts and didn't say a thing."

HARRY: (frowning) "He was my boyfriend and what does it matter?" (angry) "What does it matter if
they were his. They kept you warm all the same."

LOUIS: "Look, I don't know what kind of twisted thing you have going on here—"

HARRY: "Nothing! Nothing is going on."

LOUIS: "I will not dress up like him and let you cuddle me to bed and be his rotten replacement for
your love sick self." (snarls) "Get over him already!"

HARRY: (hurt) "I am over him! And you'd never be Ed's replacement!" (almost in tears) "I don't
want you to be his replacement! I never asked for that. I never asked for anything from you."

LOUIS: "I'll never be his replacement 'cause I'm nothing like him right. I'm not nice and giggly and
a pushover." (flipping out) "I'm sorry I couldn't be a better little actor. But if you had told me, Styles,
I would have tried. You know I have a theatre degree. If you had told me who you wanted me to
play, I'd have played the part brilliantly."

HARRY: "I don't want you to play any part. I wanted a friend—just that, a freaking friend! If I
wanted Ed, I'd still be with him."

LOUIS: "He dumped you!"

HARRY: (furious, screaming) "Yes! Yes. Fucking yes. He dumped me. He dumped me. Why can't
you let that go? Why do you keep bringing it up? Stop reminding me goddammit—I obsess about it
as it is."

LOUIS: "I don't bring it up. I didn't even know you had a boyfriend until a week ago because you
didn't want me to know."

HARRY: "I was scared you'd freak out."

LOUIS: "Fuck you."

HARRY: "You are freaking out."

LOUIS: "I'm freaking out because you lied to me."

HARRY: "It was a stupid, white lie...what does it matter? Why does it matter this much if a boy or a
girl wore that hoodie?"

LOUIS: "It does matter."

HARRY: "Why?"

LOUIS: "Because it does. It matters to me. It matters to me to know who I'm talking to—who's
standing in front of me."

HARRY: "You do know me. You think being gay changes who I am as a person—my
personality?!" (scoffing, strangled) "What, you like me less now?"

LOUIS: "Yes, because you are a liar."

HARRY: "No, because I'm gay."

LOUIS: "Not because you're gay."

HARRY: "And that's precisely why I lied. You wouldn't have been friends with me if you knew.
You'd have kept your distance."

LOUIS: "That's not true!"

HARRY: "I had to lie or you'd have bullied me."

LOUIS: (losing his shit) "That is not fucking true! I'd never—you ungrateful punk—when have I
ever—is that what you think of me?!"

HARRY: "That's what's happening right now."

LOUIS: "You made me look like a fool. Everyone knew. Everyone! Liam...Eleanor. They all knew
but me. I was the only one out of the loop."

HARRY: "I was going to tell you."

LOUIS: "When?"

HARRY: "When it came up."

LOUIS: "When what came up? The topic of whether you wanna suck my dick when I'm in bed with
you?"

HARRY: (offended, speechless) "Is that what you think?" (Louis shrugs, lost, regretful) "You
think...you think I didn't tell you so I could what, lure you into my room in some elaborate plan to..."
(chokes, sickened) "Force myself on you?" (in disbelief, hurt) "You're disgusting. You're sick.
You're out of your mind."

LOUIS: "I didn't—"

HARRY: "As if I'd ever—"

LOUIS: (insulted) "Like me? Yeah, no kidding, keep liking dumbasses that smack the door on your
face."

HARRY: (sarcastic, pained) "Better than molesting straight boys in my room."

LOUIS: (shocked) "I didn't say that..."

HARRY: "That's what you think though. That's why you're all angry. Because you feel
cheated—because you think I did this on purpose so I could get some sort of demented pleasure
from feeling you up—"

LOUIS: "You didn't get pleasure from—"

HARRY: "I didn't! At all. That's not who I am—I didn't!" (shaking his head) "You know what...forget
it. It was my mistake. I should have told you. I should have told you since the first day so then it
wouldn't hurt this bad to discover how much of an asshole you are."

LOUIS: (tormented) "You knew I was an asshole since day one. You could have easily avoided
this."

HARRY: "Yes. And I'll start now."

LOUIS: "Fine. Leave! Nobody's begging you to stay."

HARRY: "I wasn't expecting anyone to." (stomps off, muttered) "Eleanor was right about
you...bitch."

LOUIS: (hurt) "Oh, name-calling. Stay classy, Styles."

HARRY: "Go ahead."

LOUIS: "What?"

HARRY: (flipping around, cold) "Call me what you've been dying to call me all this time."

LOUIS: "I don't know what you're—"

HARRY: "You know, Tomlinson, out of the two of us, I don't know who the closet fag is."

LOUIS: (mouth drops open, rams into him violently, grabbing his shirt, furious) "How dare you?!"

HARRY: (shoves him away, livid) "Don't touch me."

LOUIS: "But I thought you enjoyed that kind of thing, you fucking poof!"

HARRY: "Poof? That it? Oh, come on, you must have more."

LOUIS: (biting his bottom lip) "Why are you doing this?"

HARRY: "Say it already. God knows you've said it behind my back so grow some balls and say it
to my face."

LOUIS: (struggling) "Who told you?!"

HARRY: "I assumed. You admitted it." (snorts deprecatingly) "The walls have ears, Louis,
especially when we both work here."

LOUIS: "At least I regretted saying it! Unlike you right now!" (screaming) "How dare you! That
triggers people, you moron."

HARRY: (caustic) "Really? A word used to tell people they're trash and have no rights triggers
people?" (furious) "Tell me about it, Louis. Tell me as someone who throws it around without
blinking twice. Tell me—me, the person who has heard it millions of times when people pushed
me and spit on me and treated me like garbage. Tell me!"

LOUIS: "I regret it, okay?! I regret it! I wouldn't have done it had I known—" (Harry makes to turn
around and leave, Louis grabs his forearm to yank him back)

HARRY: (flips, snarls) "Don't do that." (grabs him by the shoulders, holds him still, way too tightly)
"That's where I draw the line."

LOUIS: (fidgets in his grasp, scared) "Let go..."

HARRY: (breathing heavily, yanks himself away, his fists are shaking by his sides) "Don't touch
me again or I swear, I'll have you on the ground."

LOUIS: (blurts, shaken) "I thought you weren't about molesting straight boys."

HARRY: (shattered completely, trembling all over, tearing up, brokenly) "Please stop. Don't push
me like this. I can't do this right now."

LOUIS: (taken aback at the change, regretful) "Harry."

HARRY: (covering his eyes) "I wanna punch you so bad and—and I'm losing my mind—I haven't
punched someone in years and I can't have that be you, please, I can't have that be you. I care
too much. I'd never forgive myself if I touched you."

LOUIS: (somber) "Punch me." (Harry whimpers) "Punch me, I deserve it." (walks closer, worried,
reaching for him) "Harry."

HARRY: (practically hyperventilating) "Don't come near me." (Louis stops in his path, devastated,
hands falling by his sides) "Don't!" (sobbing, heaving) "Don't talk to me ever again."

LOUIS: (gulping, pained) "Harry, I'm sorr—"

HARRY: (exploding) "No, you're not! You're not sorry. You pushed me here." (screaming, flailing
his arms, Louis flinches back, the act sends Harry into more of a frenzy) "You knew what you were
doing and you pushed me here and now I have to go and be crazy!" (crying, out of control) "Now
you have to see the crazy! You did this to me."

LOUIS: (brokenly, desperate) "That's not true!"

HARRY: "You wanted this to happen—"

LOUIS: (eyes wet) "That's not true." (begging) "Harry, I'm sorry!"

HARRY: (shakes his head) "Sorry's not good enough. Sorry doesn't fix everything. Sorry doesn't
make it hurt any less." (starts walking away, tears on his face)

LOUIS: (rapidly, panicked, terrified) "I didn't mean it—I got out of control—I said the first thing I
knew'd hurt you because I was hurt—because you hurt me—I didn't mean any of it! I would
never—Harry, I'd never, please!"

HARRY: "Fuck you."

LOUIS: (devastated, growls) "So much for trusting people. So much for trusting you!" (voice
cracking in pain, a couple of tears running down his face without him noticing) "Some hero you
are." (Harry keeps walking, Louis screams) "Don't leave! If you leave, I never want you back!"

HARRY: (stops, doesn't turn around) "If I stay, I'll do something I'll regret."

LOUIS: "Hit me then! Just hit me already and get it done with."

HARRY: (whispered to himself, still walking away) "That's not what I meant, Lou..."

***

AUTHOR SPEAKS: Yikes, am I right? Now, before you pick sides, both boys are in the wrong and
both boys go for the jugular at some point. This is bad because it's a deep betrayal to use
someone's weakness (that they have confessed to you) as a weapon but it's also good because it
shows they know each other well.

LOUIS accuses Harry of something extremely hurtful, especially considering Harry is so open
about consent. But before you hate him, notice that he slips up and reveals to readers and himself
why he was so terrified of the news. Also, note that Louis seems more furious at the thought of
being Ed's replacement (and whether Harry is over Ed) than the gay news itself. He only reacts
violently to the idea of being gay when Harry brings it up.

HARRY on the other hand loses it towards the end and really goes on the offensive, which is
understandable after being pushed into a corner. He's the one to pour fuel into the fire by calling
Louis names and bringing up Eleanor. He wants to be the one to say the last word and ultimately,
that's what they're both fighting for towards the end. Harry's rage is also filled with fear--fear that
he'll do something bad, fear that Louis will see and reject him, fear that he's losing his mind
basically.

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39. Lament

Chapter 39: Lament

Scene 1

[Outside Zayn's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 7:44pm, Help?]

PERRIE: (opening the door) "Oh hi Harry." (notices how red Harry's eyes are, gentle) "Is
everything okay?"

HARRY: "Yeah, yeah, um, am I interrupting something?"

PERRIE: "No, we were just chilling...would you want to—should I call Zayn?" (watches as Harry
bites his lip to keep calm) "Zayn, babe, Harry's here."

HARRY: (small, guilty) "Do you mind? I'm sorry. I wouldn't be doing this if—"

PERRIE: "It's okay."

HARRY: "I just need a few seconds—I don't mean to barge in."

PERRIE: (smiles) "It's completely fine, sweetie. Here, come in."

HARRY: (walks inside, Perrie closes the door, sees Zayn on the bed, flipping through a
sketchbook, weak) "Zay?"

ZAYN: "What's up?" (looks up, notices Harry's sadness) "H, hey." (jumps up from the bed, walks
up to him) "What happened?"
PERRIE: (after minutes of Harry trying to catch his breath and failing to talk) "Harry's not feeling
too well. I think he wants to talk to you privately. I'll call later?" (Zayn nods at her, smiling, giving
her a tap kiss) "Feel better, Harr. It's gonna be okay, honey." (closes the door behind her)

HARRY: "I'm sorry I'm cockblocking."

ZAYN: "We weren't doing anything..." (pause) "You've been crying." (wraps his arms around him)
"What's wrong?"

HARRY: (pushes him back, voice cracked) "I want you to do me a favor."

ZAYN: (frowning in concern) "Can you tell me what's happening first?"

HARRY: (extends his hand, phone clutched in it) "Please?"

ZAYN: (looks at the phone, face breaks) "No, H, not this again."

HARRY: (heaving) "Five minutes." (tearing up) "Just that."

ZAYN: (worried) "What happened? Why are you upset?"

HARRY: "One minute? One minute is enough, please."

ZAYN: (sad) "You don't need him. Tell me. I can help you."

HARRY: "I will. I'll tell you but I just need a minute with him first..." (begging) "Please, he won't
answer my calls but if you call him..." (eyes big) "One minute. I'll just say hi."

ZAYN: "What's that gonna do?"

HARRY: "I wanna hear his voice. I'm at the edge of a panic attack and he comforts me." (touching
Zayn's sleeve, pleading) "I've been strong until now. I deserve one minute."

ZAYN: "I can't, Harry." (Harry whimpers) "This is for your own good. I'm trying to help you." (Harry
starts crying) "Sit down. Let's talk. You need a glass of water? We'll talk this out and it'll be fine.
And if you have a panic attack. That will be fine too. I'll talk you through it."

HARRY: (grabs his hand, small) "But if I can't calm down...If I can't breathe—you'll call him? If I
can't do it on my own, you'll call him?"

ZAYN: (cups his face) "If we can't do it together, I will call him."

HARRY: (nods, whispered) "Promise?"

ZAYN: "I promise." (pulls away to get him water, on the way to the kitchen) "Why does it help to
know that? You always ask, make me promise. Why does it calm you down?"

HARRY: "Because when I'm having a panic attack, I feel like I'm dying..." (low) "And I can't die
without hearing his voice one last time."

Scene 2

[Outside Eleanor's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 8:04pm, A Different Kind of Help]

LOUIS: (once the door opens, fidgety, out of breath) "Hey. You busy?"

ELEANOR: "Um...I..." (careful) "Is there anything you need...?"

LOUIS: "A good lay would be nice. That's why I was asking if you were busy."
ELEANOR: (guarded) "I don't think that will be happening."

LOUIS: "What?" (snorts) "You're holding a grudge? Come on. We go off on each other all the
time."

ELEANOR: (sighs) "Sometimes people get hurt, Louis. I know you mean well—I want to think you
mean well. It's how you are...you snap at people, I get that. And it's okay, really." (trying to put it
gently) "It's just that I'm kind of...going through something, you know? I'm trying to figure some
things out and...and..." (sad, watching him carefully) "And I'm trying to cut out some of the
negativity from my life."

LOUIS: "So what, you don't wanna sleep with me anymore?"

ELEANOR: (biting her lip) "I don't wanna...talk to you anymore." (hurried) "For a bit. Until I feel
better. This isn't a you thing. It's a me thing." (trying to explain) "I'm just stressed recently and...and
I thought it'd be best if we didn't get on each other's nerves. So we just...do our own thing for a bit,
like not...being friends...kind of."

LOUIS: "Oh." (vulnerable for a second) "Not being friends, like we ignore each other and..."
(closing up, gulping) "Okay, yeah, I get it." (puts his hands on his pockets, looking anywhere but
Eleanor) "Sure. Okay."

ELEANOR: (worried) "I'm sorry."

LOUIS: (snorts sadly) "I think I should be the one saying that."

ELEANOR: (lingering at the door, at a loss) "You don't have to say anything. I'm not asking for
anything..."

LOUIS: (nodding, still looking down) "I'll leave you alone." (starts walking away) "Feel better or
something."
ELEANOR: "You too." (sighs, closes the door, Louis turns around once more, biting his lip, eyes
wet)

Scene 3

[Zayn's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 12:14am, Helpful Help]

HARRY: (laying on the bed, facing each other) "Zayn?"

ZAYN: "You'll be okay, okay? You're always okay." (smiles) "We'll get through this too."

HARRY: (smiles back, shuffles so his hand is sticking out the comforter, palm out, Zayn touches it
with his own hand) "I'm so lucky to have you."

ZAYN: (lowering their hands, cheeky) "Oh stop...but at least you know it."

HARRY: (smiling further) "I'm serious. You're so special." (snuggling further in the covers, face
hidden) "Always there for me."

ZAYN: "I told you I'd protect you from assholes that didn't understand. I told you I'd help." (quiet)
"Plus, this is my fault. I messed up. I told him."

HARRY: "I should have told him ages ago. You warned me on this." (snorts) "I'm almost glad you
slipped up so I don't have to carry around this guilt anymore...I couldn't do it...I wanted to
but...but..."

ZAYN: "Why didn't you tell him?"

HARRY: (shrugs) "I was scared. I didn't think I could handle seeing his face when...when..."
(shaky exhale) "And I guess I didn't handle it. I lost it back there."
ZAYN: "What happened?"

HARRY: (pained) "I almost hurt him."

ZAYN: (worried) "Did you touch him? Did you punch him?"

HARRY: "No...but for a second I thought I would. I lost control. Like that time...the time..."
(struggling) "When that guy touched Teddy in front of me and I couldn't stop hitting him."

ZAYN: "Like that time? It was that bad?"

HARRY: "No...I don't know...I was really crazy that time. It was like the beginning of that time, I felt
myself start to lose it...God, I never want what happened that night to happen again. I sent that
guy to the hospital! Ed was terrified." (forceful) "That can never happen again. No one can see that
again."

ZAYN: "It was once, Harry. You had too much to drink. Everything piled up. It was an accident."

HARRY: "I broke his jaw!"

ZAYN: "You didn't mean to. You snapped. You were aiming with your eyes closed. You didn't
mean to."

HARRY: "I can't have anymore accidents."

ZAYN: "You won't. You're careful now. You understand that part of yourself."

HARRY: (whispered) "I want Ed back..."

ZAYN: (sad) "Harry..."

HARRY: (gulping) "You don't get it..."

ZAYN: "I do, Harr, I do. It's hard to forget but—"

HARRY: "No, it's not that. I'm not...It's not...I don't..." (self-conscious) "He's the only one
that...that..."

ZAYN: "H, no."

HARRY: (hoarse, sniffly) "He's the only one that can love me."

ZAYN: "That's not true. I love you."

HARRY: "I know. You and him are the only ones that get it and I can't have you so I have to have
him. Otherwise I'll be alone forever. No one else will want me. No one else understands that I
need to be clingy because if I'm not I get angry and violent and—and I can't breathe...That scares
people. I scare people. You and Ed are the only ones who get it. No one else will love me like he
loved me."

ZAYN: (biting his lip, watching Harry tear up) "Don't say that. Don't get like this. You're kind and
smart and—"

HARRY: "Help me get Ed back."

ZAYN: (sighs, pained) "You don't want Ed back, Harry. You are just fine without him."

HARRY: (sobbing) "I'm not. I'm not. I miss him so much."

ZAYN: "Yes, you are. You were doing fine. You were doing so well. This is just a bump—that's all.
You're just sad right now and whenever you're sad you want him again because he was good at
comforting you and you feel alone—"

HARRY: "I want to call him."

ZAYN: "I know but you have to be strong. This is like an addiction and you told me not to let you
relapse. You're wavering but it doesn't mean anything. You're still strong. You can do this without
him too."

HARRY: (long pause, nods) "If I didn't have you, I'd have never managed this long without him..."

ZAYN: (guilty) "If you didn't have me, you might still be with him..."

HARRY: (staring at him intently) "But I have you."

ZAYN: "But you have me. And you'll be okay. I'll make sure you're okay."

HARRY: (confessing) "Knowing all this, even after all this, I'd still pick you..." (Zayn averts his
eyes) "I don't know if there will ever be a situation where I don't pick you, to be honest."

ZAYN: "Maybe you won't have to choose. Maybe who you choose we'll accept that." (frowning)
"Maybe they won't give you ultimatums about ignoring your best friend." (angry) "He wanted to
isolate you! He wanted you wholly dependent on him. That's not healthy. A healthy person would
accept that you need friends. You'll find someone who'll accept it."

HARRY: (chuckling sadly) "Accept what, Zayn? That they'll always be my number two? Who is
ever gonna accept that? If Ed didn't, no one else will. Ed was your best friend and he didn't. Ed
knew me better than anyone and he didn't. No one will. They wanna be with someone that is so in
love with them he can't help but put them first and...and...I can't give you up."
ZAYN: "Maybe I'll stop being your number one."

HARRY: "Would you be angry?"

ZAYN: (smiles) "I don't know...I'd get used to it."

HARRY: "And you'd still be there?"

ZAYN: (sideways smirk) "Number two isn't that bad, right? I'm number one in everything else so..."

HARRY: (laughs lightly, closes his eyes) "You're number one in everything—not everything else."

Scene 4

[Lobby Bar, Walt Disney Hotel, 2:14am, Liquid Help]

LOUIS: (slouching on the bar, completely drunk) "Can I have another?"

JOSH: (behind the bar, wiping the counter) "No, you can have water."

LOUIS: "Water doesn't make me feel good." (hiccuping) "Water doesn't butter my buns..."
(giggling) "Bread my biscuit..."

JOSH: "What are you saying?"

LOUIS: "I need more beer. Beer's good."

JOSH: "Louis, go home. You need to go home."

LOUIS: (plastered on the bar) "I'm waiting...I'll do that soon."

JOSH: "What are you waiting for?"

LOUIS: "Haz."

JOSH: "Who?"

LOUIS: "Harry."

JOSH: "Is he picking you up?"

LOUIS: (eyes closed, plastered, smile on his face) "He'll come and take me home."

JOSH: "Okay...Does he know where you are?" (Louis doesn't reply, nuzzling into his arm, out of it)
"Louis?" (puts a glass down, shakes him) "Hey, does he know you're here?"

LOUIS: "Don't know..."

JOSH: "You don't know or he doesn't know?"

LOUIS: "Don't know..."

JOSH: (aggravated sigh) "Call him. Call him and tell him to come. I need to close up. Come on."

LOUIS: (confused) "Call him?" (epiphany, happy) "Call him. I could call him." (Josh shakes his
head) "Imma call him."
JOSH: "Do that. I hope he's awake."

LOUIS: (fumbling with his phone, squints at the screen, talking to himself) "I can't find his
number..." (more searching) "Oh there it is..." (rambling, waiting for the phone to ring) "He used to
always be on my last calls but...but...I don't know what happened..."

ZAYN: (picking up, mumbled, angry) "Don't call again."

LOUIS: (giddy) "Harry!"

ZAYN: "Harry's asleep. I don't want you calling him again."

LOUIS: "Zayn?"

ZAYN: "Yeah, what do you want?"

LOUIS: "Is Harry gonna come get me now?"

ZAYN: "What?"

LOUIS: (giggly) "I'm drunk. I wanna sleep. I want Harry to carry me to bed."

ZAYN: "Piss off, Louis. Seriously, leave him alone."

LOUIS: (confused) "But—"

ZAYN: "Listen to me, I don't want you to call again. He doesn't wanna speak with you—"

LOUIS: (small) "He said that?"

ZAYN: "Yes. Now go home and stop calling. You're getting annoying."

LOUIS: (stunned) "So he's not gonna—"

ZAYN: (irritated) "No! He's not. He's done playing this game. I'm done playing this game. You're
not cute anymore, Louis. No one is laughing anymore. Go home and stop embarrassing yourself."
(hangs up)

LOUIS: (shocked, takes a few seconds before putting the phone on the bar slowly) "Josh..."

JOSH: "Is he coming?"

LOUIS: "Can I have another beer?"

JOSH: (exasperated) "Louis, no. Is he coming to pick you up?"

LOUIS: "No..." (upset) "No, he's not... No one's coming." (frustrated) "I don't want anyone to come.
I want a beer."

JOSH: "The bar's closed, Louis. Should I call Niall?"

LOUIS: (glaring at his phone) "I'm fine."

JOSH: (sighing) "I'm calling Niall."

LOUIS: (sniffling) "I'm fine."

Scene 5
[Lobby Bar, Walt Disney Hotel, 2:34am, Frustrated Help]

NIALL: (walks up to him, wearing pajamas, looking sleepy and irritated) "Get up."

LOUIS: (turns his head slowly) "Niall?"

NIALL: (annoyed, clear by his tone and his expression) "Get up. I'm taking you home." (pulls Louis
to his feet a little roughly, Louis stumbles) "Every damned night, Lou? Every night?" (to Josh)
"Thanks, Josh. I got him."

LOUIS: (wobbling beside him as they walk to the elevator) "You were sleeping?"

NIALL: "Yes, that's what people usually do at two in the morning when they have work the next
day..."

LOUIS: "I don't have work."

NIALL: "Awesome, Louis. That's awesome. But some of us do and..." (trying to compose himself)
"And it'd be great if you thought of that sometimes." (punching the elevator floor) "Like for a
second, you thought about the people having to do this whenever you do that."

LOUIS: (leaning on the elevator wall, frowning) "I don't need you to do anything...Was doing just
fine without you..."

NIALL: (rolls his eyes) "You have a problem."

LOUIS: (defensive) "Look, if you don't wanna be here then leave."

NIALL: "And how will you get to bed? How will you get into your pajamas? How will you not choke
on your vomit at night? Do you think of that, Louis? Do you think about what happens next,
beyond the part were you get blind drunk? You don't stop existing when you stop thinking and
feeling."

LOUIS: "I'm fine. Aren't I always fine? Isn't that what you all say?"

NIALL: "You're not fine." (helping him down the hallway) "This last week has proved that." (letting
Louis inside the room) "Go puke."

LOUIS: (pushes himself off Niall, tries to sit on the bed, trips, lands on the floor, starts laughing)
"Shit, I'm drunk." (more laughing) "Holy hell."

NIALL: (getting more frustrated) "Go throw up."

LOUIS: "I don't need to throw up."

NIALL: "Then get in bed."

LOUIS: (giggling, laying on the floor) "Can't move. Help."

NIALL: (growled) "Louis!"

LOUIS: (laughing) "You need a drink. You're not being too much fun right now..."

NIALL: "Louis, come on." (tries to pull him from an arm, Louis purposely slouches off, grinning)
"Move, come on. Enough."

LOUIS: (amused) "Niall isn't strong enough to pick me up! Niall goes to the gym but he still can't
pick me up."
NIALL: "Enough!" (tearing up from frustration) "I'm serious. Enough. Get in bed."

LOUIS: (smug) "No."

NIALL: (sniffling, wiping his tears on the back of his hand, trying to hold his composure) "I wanna
go to bed. I'm tired. I need to wake up early. I wanna sleep. Come on. Let's sleep."

LOUIS: "It's early!"

NIALL: "Louis, please." (tries picking him up from the torso, Louis giggles, not helping) "Please."

LOUIS: "I wanna keep going..." (hiccups) "More drinking!"

NIALL: (struggling to get him to lie on the bed) "No."

LOUIS: "I need more..." (whiny) "I need more...I haven't passed out yet. I need to pass out so I can
sleep."

NIALL: (trying to yank Louis' shirt off, Louis resists) "Get this off..." (struggles, gets nowhere, sits
down, huffs, to himself) "I can't do this anymore." (to Louis) "Do you hear that? I can't do this
anymore if you're gonna keep being like this—"

LOUIS: (frowns, ignoring him) "Maybe I should have puked..."

NIALL: (appalled) "Louis, no—" (Louis gags, throws up a little, it runs down his face and on his
shirt) "No! Go to the bathroom." (points at it, Louis chokes, more puke comes out, Niall's furious)
"Go to the fucking bathroom! Go. Louis! Fucking go!"

LOUIS: (disgusted) "Shit."

NIALL: (screaming) "Why are you doing this?!"

LOUIS: "Don't scream..." (tries to stand up, dragging himself to his feet) "I'll go. Don't get mad."
(stands up, vomit runs down his shirt on the floor) "Ew..."

NIALL: (palming his face, crying, trying to hold it together, breathing deeply) "I am so annoyed with
you right now. When are you going to stop this?" (looks at Louis accusingly) "When will it be
enough?"

LOUIS: (balancing on the wall) "You're acting like my woman. Fucking hell...it's just puke."

NIALL: "It's not just puke! It's this entire thing. You expect me to clean up after you. You expect
someone to do all this and never get tired or annoyed or frustrated. You're being selfish—you're
selfish!"

LOUIS: "I didn't ask you to do anything. You could have left me down there."

NIALL: "I'm trying to help you. I wanna help you. I don't wanna see you like this. I'm trying—"

LOUIS: (exploding, vulnerable) "I'm trying too, okay? I'm trying too. I'm trying to keep all this away
from my friends because I know it annoys everyone and I'm losing you all because of it."

NIALL: "What are you talking about? Because of what?"

LOUIS: (devastated) "Because I'm too much, for everyone. When I'm normal, I'm too much. I
upset people. I make people sad. I push them away. So I need to be happy so I can have
friends—I need friends really badly because I'm pathetic and an attention whore and I can't be on
my own. I need to have friends—That's the most impotent thing to me. I'm sorry—So when I'm...it
helps...to drink—it helps when I'm sad because I can forget and—and I don't—I'm just..." (broken)
"I've lost everyone...please, you—I need you—please." (sniffling, struggling with his shirt, tearing
up) "I'm rock bottom right now and I can't do this on my own."
NIALL: (emotional, helping him take off the shirt) "What happened? You have to tell me what
happened otherwise I can't help." (throws the dirty shirt on the floor, helps Louis to bed again)
"You can't keep hiding this and expect it to disappear."

LOUIS: (looking at the floor, whispered) "I want him to be here with me so much that it hurts. It
hurts so bad. I feel sick. I can barely look at you without the world spinning. I'm probably blacked
out at this point..." (touches his chest instinctually) "And it still won't stop hurting."

***

AUTHOR SPEAKS: First, I apologize for how long this chapter is. I couldn't decide where to cut it.
Heartbreaking chapter for Louis. It hurts to put him through this but in the end it will help him. Now,
let's talk about the most important part, Zarry. That is one relationship that probably has you all
confused and scrambling since it didn't get much attention (or at all) in the last book. I don't wanna
reveal much because I want to see what people think is happening, but I do want to mention that
awesome commenter that said, "Wow, Harry has a thing for best friends, huh?" because that
insight is important in understanding his character.

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40. Lesson

Chapter 40: Lesson

Scene 1

[Niall's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 6:17pm, Evening After?]

NIALL: (shaking Louis, who's still asleep in his bed) "Yo, do you live?"

LOUIS: (groaning, turning around, eyes barely open) "What time is it? Where am I?"
NIALL: "Where do you think?"

LOUIS: (weak smirk) "Hell?"

NIALL: "Close enough."

LOUIS: (blinks his eyes open, groggy) "What time is it?"

NIALL: "Six. You slept all day. You gonna eat anything?"

LOUIS: (curling into himself) "My stomach kills."

NIALL: "No food then?"

LOUIS: (sighed) "No...I feel sick still. Did I puke?" (swallows) "My mouth tastes like shit. I puked,
didn't I?"

NIALL: "On your shirt. On the bed. On the floor. You need a shower. We both do really..."

LOUIS: (cringes) "Shit..." (palms his face) "That's disgusting. I'm sorry. I puked on myself?"
(curses under his breath, embarrassed) "Jesus. Talk about a wreck."

NIALL: (shrugs) "It wasn't one of your best nights."

LOUIS: "How bad was I?"

NIALL: (sipping on a bottle of Gatorade, cautiously) "Do you remember anything?"

LOUIS: (shakes his head, hisses) "I remember Josh. Everything else is gone...I feel sick. I feel
poisoned. I smell awful." (looks at Niall) "What the hell happened?"

NIALL: (sighs, gulps, looks away than back at Louis) "We need to talk."

LOUIS: (chuckling) "Are you breaking up with me?" (Niall is silent, Louis sobers up) "Something's
wrong? Really wrong? I pooped myself?"

NIALL: (half-shrugs) "Kind of. Not on the poop thing. On the wrong thing." (pauses) "Look,
Lou...you weren't doing well at all last night. And it wasn't like...like we laugh about it, you do
stupid shit, it's all cool. Wasn't like that."

LOUIS: (worried) "Okay..."

NIALL: "You were frustrated and I was frustrated and no one was really laughing or having fun."

LOUIS: (looks down) "I'm sorry. I made a fool of myself." (trying to inch out of bed) "I—it won't
happen again. I won't do that again."

NIALL: (sits next to him) "That's what I wanna talk about."

LOUIS: "I apologized. I really am sorry. I'm embarrassed." (touching his hair, self-conscious)
"You're right. I get white girl wasted and I just proved you right." (dry snort) "I need to be less of a
sorority girl."

NIALL: "Don't apologize. I mean yes, what you did was...not the best but I'm not telling you this so
you apologize to me. I don't need you to apologize."

LOUIS: (withdrawn) "Is this the part where you give me the 'you need distance' speech?"

NIALL: "What?"
LOUIS: (exhales) "Eleanor doesn't want to talk to me anymore. She doesn't want me to be her
friend." (wringing his hands) "Because I'm a jerk and I get it." (slight pause) "I'm just asking if that's
the speech you're about to give me too...If so I've heard it. I'll get out of your room."

NIALL: (touching his thigh) "No, Lou, that's not what I'm trying to say at all. I'd never stop being
friends with you. We're besties. We went through hell together. We are going through hell
together. I wouldn't abandon you."

LOUIS: (nods, emotional) "Yesterday wasn't normal. I didn't just drink myself to that state because
that's what I do." (struggling) "I had a really bad day and—and I broke down...That's why. It's rare.
It won't happen again. I won't let it happen again."

NIALL: "I get it..."

LOUIS: "I just don't want you to think I'm a drunk or an idiot. I don't need my friends to babysit me.
I can do fine on my own."

NIALL: (supportive) "I know that." (heavy silence) "What happened yesterday?"

LOUIS: (quiet, spaced out) "I had a bad fight with Harry. I said some stuff I shouldn't have said. He
said some stuff he definitely shouldn't have said. It all escalated from there. We both got nasty
and—and I, at least on my side, I can't speak for him—maybe he's fine, just fine, maybe he
doesn't care..." (gulping) "But on my side, I was really hurt. It hurt a lot."

NIALL: (surprised but hiding it) "What did he say?"

LOUIS: "Stuff...I wasn't hurt because of that. I mean, it sucked to hear, yeah. It brought me down
but I wasn't—I'm not hurt because of what he said."

NIALL: "Then what?"

LOUIS: (trying to compose his breathing) "I was really cruel with him. I cut him off. I interrupted
him. I pushed him. All those things I promised myself I'd never make him go through—everything I
hate other people for, I did all that." (sniffling) "That was cruel. That was low. I hate myself for it.
Every time I fight, I burn bridges. I go for the jugular. I ruin friendships. I've always been like that. I
bring out the nuclear bombs first--all the stuff they've trusted me with--it's completely despicable. I
hate myself after but in the moment, I can't stop. I run my mouth. It's always too late. I deserve to
be alone."

NIALL: (sympathetic) "No, Lou, you don't. No one deserves to be alone and especially not you.
You do so much for your friends. You'd kill for them, every single one of us. You just have trouble
showing it and every time it looks to you like you've failed you feel bad and try even less next time.
Yesterday, you were angry. You went on the defensive. You can't help when people push you
there. People aren't their best selves when they fight. And you tend to be very um, impulsive."

LOUIS: (sighing heavily) "Just talking about it makes me wanna drink again...shit."

NIALL: (long pause, serious) "Louis, I am not going to pick you up anymore if you get wasted. I'm
done indulging you. It's unhealthy and it's becoming a problem. So if you wanna choose that life, if
you wanna drink, be my guest. I'll still hang out with you all the same..."

LOUIS: "But you won't care anymore if I puke on myself and cry—I cried, didn't I? Last night? I
definitely cried."

NIALL: "You cried yourself to sleep."

LOUIS: (cursing, face in his hands, humiliated) "I'm so sorry. God, that's—I'm sorry. I never meant
to put you through that. I never--" (heavy sigh, bites his lip, silence) "I get it. It's good. You
shouldn't let me abuse you, like wake you up and make you clean up my shit. It's good that you're
giving me the ultimatum."

NIALL: "I don't want it to be an ultimatum. I want to be able to support you in whatever you
choose. That's what best friends do." (holding his hand) "But I'm worried, Louis. I hate seeing you
in pain and I want to help you not be there again. Yesterday doesn't have to be a thing you do in
the dark—it can stop being a thing at all. Simon says there are counselors, maybe you should—"
LOUIS: "I won't do it again."

NIALL: "Louis."

LOUIS: "I promise." (staring at him meaningfully) "I won't drink myself like that again. Next time I
get out of control, you have the right to give me a proper ultimatum about a counselor. But I
learned my lesson."

NIALL: "I...don't know..."

LOUIS: "I don't wanna lose you and I don't wanna lose myself so I'll hold back until I can handle it."

NIALL: "And if you can't—"

LOUIS: (struggling) "I'll see a counselor."

Scene 2

[Niall's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, A Week Later, 8:47pm, Bro-Time]

LOUIS: "I'm not upset. I don't care. I mean what's the point of caring anyway? It's long gone now.
Blood under the bridge."

NIALL: "Water...And if you don't care, then why aren't you speaking to him?"

LOUIS: "I don't want to."

NIALL: "Louis."
LOUIS: "What?"

NIALL: "What is this about? It's been a week. Don't you think it's time to—"

LOUIS: "I don't wanna talk to him."

NIALL: "You're being immature. You guys work together. Isn't it awkward?"

LOUIS: "I asked Simon to switch some shifts around. He wasn't pleased but probably thought
better than to put fuel with fire. So now I do opposite shifts. I rarely see him. I live a Harry-less life.
I go to work and do my work and don't care."

NIALL: "You were at a point where stalking and pestering Simon was easier than talking to this
kid? Man, what did he do, spill water on your xbox?"

LOUIS: (shrugs, bitter) "Last time I tried talking to him, he left mid-sentence. I don't deal with that
shit. I made an attempt. He left. Fine, bitch, suit yourself."

NIALL: "He left without solving it?"

LOUIS: "He didn't even let me finish. You know I hate that."

NIALL: "I know but understand—"

LOUIS: "He didn't wanna talk it out. He didn't! He—"

NIALL: "You're sounding like a kid again."

LOUIS: (groaning) "His fault."

NIALL: "Louis, you upset him. You upset him a lot. Zayn said he almost had a mental breakdown
that night."

LOUIS: (worried) "He did?" (schooling his features into a frown) "How would Zayn know?"

NIALL: "Harry went straight to his after. He has slept over Zayn's the entire week."

LOUIS: "Talk about professional keep-your-best-friend-sexless."

NIALL: (snorts) "Harry is Zayn's mistress—has been since the start. Perrie gets days. Harry gets
nights."

LOUIS: (frowning) "Don't you think that's weird?"

NIALL: (shrugs) "I don't care much to have an opinion. They're close."

LOUIS: "Did Harry give Zayn a lecture about slipping up? After all, it was Zayn's big mouth that
ruined this little game all you had going on." (Niall rolls his eyes, Louis sounds almost hopeful)
"Was Harry furious about it?"

NIALL: "Not at all. Quite the opposite. He was guilty. He thinks it's all his fault for lying."

LOUIS: "It is his fault. I'm glad he accepts that."

NIALL: (ignoring him) "He thinks he deserves the way you're treating him."

LOUIS: (pausing, unsure) "What way?"

NIALL: "Not talking to him. He thinks it was bound to happen anyway. He's not terribly surprised.
Has resigned himself really."

LOUIS: "So what..." (badly hurt, hiding it) "He won't try to fix it... or what? It's kinda his turn to try."

NIALL: "He won't."

LOUIS: (gulping, devastated) '"Whatever...Don't need him anyway." (visibly troubled) "They're still
talking, Harry and Zayn?"

NIALL: "Yeah, Zayn's the only one who has seen Harry this past week or so. He's been...sulking,
which has El and Liam worried, which in turn means I have to have this talk with you."

LOUIS: "So you don't give a damn about this entire situation but they do and you're my keeper?"

NIALL: "Something like that. I do give a damn but—"

LOUIS: "But not enough to put up with me if you don't have to?"

NIALL: (pinching his nose) "That's not it...I just don't know what to say. When you get like this,
when you wanna be stubborn about ignoring people, it's pretty final. You cut them out of your life
and that's that."

LOUIS: "Aren't you going to coax me into fixing it? Bribe me? Threaten me?"

NIALL: "What's the point? Harry'll get over it. It's best this way."

LOUIS: (stung, shocked) "Wow."

NIALL: "What?"

LOUIS: (emotional) "You realize how insulting that was, right?"

NIALL: "What was?"

LOUIS: "You basically just said he's better off without me in his life—which it's true, I know, we all
know, he himself knows—no one wants me around but as my best friend at least pretend to like
me."

NIALL: "I do like you, Louis. And I didn't mean it like that. It came out wrong. I meant that maybe
you two, you and him, just don't mesh well, personality-wise. Maybe this was supposed to happen.
I don't want to solve this superficially and then end up with another bigger explosion on my lap.
You don't store fireworks next to dynamite."

LOUIS: "Zayn's been brainwashing you then? That sounds like something he'd say."

NIALL: (somber) "Zayn doesn't want to speak with you anymore."

LOUIS: (scoffs sarcastically) "Of course. So like him to dump that information on me and wash his
hands."

NIALL: "He's really angry with how you treated Harry and he's scared if he sees you he'll punch
your lights out."

LOUIS: "He can try." (huffing) "He should mind his own business. I think I was right in wanting to
be told the truth."

NIALL: "He really never mentioned Ed? I thought you knew about his ex. I'm surprised you never
put this puzzle together but then again maybe not that surprised. You are blind to things you don't
wanna see. It's a self-protective measure. Plus, you guys were't really friends back when Ed was
still around."
LOUIS: "How long ago did they break up?"

NIALL: "It's been a while, eight months, maybe ten. I can't remember the exact date he visited but
I know it was the last time. He dumped Harry before he left, I think. He wanted to do it in person.
Harry took a leave of absence...do you remember when he disappeared for a month or so? That
was the time they ended. Harry pretty much broke down completely."

LOUIS: (hidden worry) "It was that bad?"

NIALL: "Extremely. From what I hear from others, Harry was hysterical. Eleanor said he woke up
every night begging to call Ed—Zayn had to fight him for the phone several times. He had trouble
sleeping. He had trouble eating. He was heartbroken."

LOUIS: "Jesus Christ. And the bastard did nothing?"

NIALL: "Not quite. Ed always answered texts and he always picked up the phone when Harry was
having a panic attack, talked him out of it, even told him he loved him. But it made it worse for
Harry, hearing Ed, so Zayn eventually told him to never call again until Zayn had fixed his mess.
Zayn and Ed have a bit of a war raging on but they pretend to like each other for Harry's sake. Ed
thinks it's Zayn's fault they broke up..." (quiet, guilty) "We all do...a bit."

LOUIS: "Why?"

NIALL: "Ed and Zayn...They're possessive. And Harry was their battleground. They both wanted
more time, always, like white rabbit style." (Louis snorts at the reference) "Ed found it annoying
that Harry spent so much time with his friends and Zayn tried his best to make it even more
annoying for Ed. They fought about nights a shit ton, where Harry'd sleep over. I can imagine Zayn
felt threatened when Harry found a best friend that could satisfy all of his needs and Ed felt
threatened knowing Harry loved spending time with Zayn almost as much as he enjoyed having
those needs satisfied."

LOUIS: (in thought) "Talk about drama."

NIALL: "Yeah...yeah..." (sighing) "They were high school sweethearts, Ed and Harry. Harry was
nuts about him. I don't blame him for freaking out. I'm just glad he's much better now and that's all
done with."

LOUIS: (long pause then quietly) "What is he like?"

NIALL: "Hmm..."

LOUIS: "His ex, Ed, what is he like? Did you meet him?"

NIALL: "Yeah, I met him once. They were still together then and Ed came to pick him up from work
with this huge bouquet of flowers. It was their anniversary or something."

LOUIS: (insistent) "What is he like though?"

NIALL: "Umm, he's chill, laid-back, caring, gentle, very sweet."

LOUIS: (can't help himself) "Is he attractive?"

NIALL: "He's...strange-looking. Very red-hair but not your typical ginger. Lots of tats, him and
Harry have that in common. Ed has actually tattooed one on Harry."

LOUIS: (bitter) "Charming."

NIALL: "He sings. He has an awesome voice. That's his life-plan, singing. He's close to making it
big, I hear."

LOUIS: "I sing too."

NIALL: "I know you do."

LOUIS: (obsessing) "What were they like together? Was Harry happy? Was he still awkward and
clumsy and a mess?"

NIALL: "Not with Ed. Ed knew Harry since he was barely legal so Harry hid nothing from him. Ed
pampered him too. Harry had him whipped. Ed did everything to see Harry smile."

LOUIS: (snappy) "Was he happy?"

NIALL: "I mean he was in love so of course, he was glowing or whatever."

LOUIS: (quietly, more to himself) "So what? They did cliche, sappy, romantic stuff?"

NIALL: "Yeah. Pretty much. Harry and Ed are very similar. They're both happy-go-lucky,
sentimental, a little silly, slightly awkward. Ed used to write songs for Harry, his entire first album is
Harry-inspired—lots of fluffy, cheesy, romantic songs that had us all barfing but Harry loved it,
absolutely adored it. They sang together at times. Ed pulled him on stage and sang to him in
venues, told everyone he had the most beautiful boyfriend in the world. It was all very pink, puppy-
love."

LOUIS: (sarcastic) "Wow, what did the loser do to screw that up? His boyfriend sounds freaking
perfect." (bitter) "Match made in heaven. An idiot for an idiot."

NIALL: "That I can't tell you. I don't know the full story. You'll have to ask Zayn who hates you."
(pause, Louis seems more withdrawn) "What's with the sudden interest? You're comparing
yourself to him now?"

LOUIS: (fidgets uncomfortably, admitting) "I feel like a replacement."

NIALL: "You're not. Is that why you're mad? You think Harry's trying to groom you into his new
Ed?"

LOUIS: (flinches, exactly what he's thinking) "I don't like being some warm blow-up toy."

NIALL: "Louis, Harry does not look at you the way he looked at Ed." (Louis' entire demeanor falls)
"He's not looking for that. You can't give him that and Harry knows." (chuckles obliviously)
"Besides, you guys couldn't be more different. Ed's nothing like you."

LOUIS: (snarky) "Because he's boyfriend material and I'm not."

NIALL: "Exactly. You hate being a boyfriend and Ed lives off of it. He's his best self in a
relationship."

LOUIS: "While I don't even have a best self..." (snorts) "He said I would never be Ed. And he's
right because you know what I'd never do? Leave. I'd never leave, knowing he would cry and
starve himself."

NIALL: (somber) "You have left already, Louis. And he is crying."

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41. Overthink

Chapter 41: Overthink

[Splash Mountain, Walt Disney World in Florida, 4:24pm, Sneak Smoking]

LUKE: (sitting on the curb, cigarette in his fingers) "Don't tell me I didn't tell you so."

LOUIS: (pacing frantically, smoking, deadpanned) "You didn't tell me so..."

LUKE: "What do you mean? I pretty much said Harry's gay without saying it."

LOUIS: "Without saying it being the key words."

LUKE: "I tried my best to hint. I am required by gay law to never out another person to anyone so I
apologize if I couldn't be any more damn obvious. We gotta work on your ability to read between
the lines."

LOUIS: (rolling his eyes, pushing him lightly with his foot so he falls backwards) "Sod off." (Luke
chuckles, sitting up again) "Why is that a law anyway?"

LUKE: (shrugs) "You just never know if it's safe."

LOUIS: "Safe for what?"

LUKE: "For them to be out to that person. There's always a reason why they haven't come out yet
and coming out really isn't an all-or-nothing principle. You might be out to some people but not
others. It all depends on how accepted you feel. It's not like you decide and ta-da, you prance out
of the closet with the whole world watching." (stands up to act it out, pretend waving) "Thank you.
Thank you. I'll be gay all night...or for the rest of my life." (chuckles with Louis, sits back down) "It's
all very gray area. I don't get most of it either. Don't feel too bad."

LOUIS: (quiet, nodding slowly) "Luke..." (stalling, looking away) "I uh I wanted to say that if I've
ever said anything...anything offensive or that would hurt you...about this gay thing—about you
being gay... Man, I didn't mean it. I poke fun at everyone—throw insults around like pigeon bread.
It's not malicious."

LUKE: "I know that."

LOUIS: "I just don't want you to think that I'm purposely throwing shade or being..." (winces)
"Insensitive. Or that you're not safe with me."
LUKE: "Louis, I came out to you first. I came out to you before I came out to my best friend, well,
Ashton, whatever that piece of hot ass is."

LOUIS: "Did I take it well?"

LUKE: "You tell me."

LOUIS: "No, I mean, what do you think? You think I took it well?"

LUKE: (cocks his head sideways in thinking, grin on his face) "Well...If I remember correctly you
told me that if anyone bullied me for it, you'd kill them so I'd say you took it okay."

LOUIS: (matter-of-fact) "I would kill them. That hasn't changed."

LUKE: (smiling) "I know. But you'd kill anyone who bullies me or Ashton for any reason even if it's
our own fault."

LOUIS: "Bullying is wrong always. No one deserves to be bullied. There is no fault involved."
(pause) "And yes, I'd kill anyone who even thinks of bullying Ashton."

LUKE: (pouting) "Ash is more important than me?" (catches himself) "Than I. More important than
I?"

LOUIS: (smiles) "He's more fragile."

LUKE: (blurted) "Because he cuts."

LOUIS: (stern) "You're not supposed to know about that."

LUKE: "It's on his arms. I have eyes."

LOUIS: "Don't bring it up with him."

LUKE: "What am I supposed to do? Pretend I don't notice?"

LOUIS: "Yes. If you're a good friend and you respect his privacy then don't ask. That is a very
sensitive topic and bringing attention to it is extremely painful for people who self-harm."

LUKE: "It's on his arms!"

LOUIS: "It's on his arms because he can't help it. It's not there because he wants you to see it. He
doesn't want you or anyone for that matter to see it. So please, pretend you don't, for his sake,
okay?"

LUKE: "Lou, he might be in danger."

LOUIS: "He's not. I have him. He talks to me about it. He's getting better. It takes time. Just
please...leave it alone."

LUKE: "Is he sad?"

LOUIS: "No, he's fine. He's Ash, always a happy monkey. He just struggles sometimes and that's
okay. He's getting better. Compared to how badly he relapsed when he just got here, it's gotten
better already. It's slow, the whole stopping thing. But he will stop. Trust me. Everyone stops
eventually..."

LUKE: (opens his mouth, closes it, nods) "As long as you have him."

LOUIS: "I do." (changes topics) "The point being I didn't overreact about the gay thing, right?"
LUKE: (shaking his head) "Nah..."

LOUIS: "Okay. That settles it."

LUKE: "Settles what?"

LOUIS: "My rightness. How right I am about this fight with Harry."

LUKE: "You're fighting with Harry?"

LOUIS: "Not really. Yeah, maybe a little. I don't know. Not fighting. Just silently arguing from a
distance because he doesn't want to apologize, which is fine." (louder, more dramatic) "Fine! Why
do I care? I don't care. He can continue being wrong..."

LUKE: "Wrong about what?"

LOUIS: "Not wanting to talk to me, duh?"

LUKE: "Did you do anything to him?"

LOUIS: "No..." (struggling) "Not more than he did to me."

LUKE: (amused) "Have you apologized?"

LOUIS: (opens his mouth, closes it) "Uh...I tried saying hi..."

LUKE: (dry, giving him a look) "Nice."

LOUIS: "Hey, that's all he has to do too. He has to just say hi to me and I'll forget everything that
ever happened and all will be rainbows and flowers and chocolates and stupid books about cancer
kids falling in stupid love..."

LUKE: "What?"

LOUIS: (frustrated) "Why the hell is he not saying hi to me already?! Does he not get how this turn
thing works?"

LUKE: "I don't get how the turn thing works."

LOUIS: "It works like this. I try and he tries then we're friends. Very simple really!"

LUKE: (laughing) "Well, what did you do to him?"

LOUIS: "Nothing!"

LUKE: (raises an eyebrow) "Louis..."

LOUIS: "I..." (struggling, motioning uselessly with his hands) "Might have made a tactless
comment or two."

LUKE: (unconvinced) "Uh-huh..."

LOUIS: "Or three."

LUKE: "What about?"

LOUIS: "Him." (grumbling) "Being gay."

LUKE: (understanding) "Ah-ha."

LOUIS: (immediately) "Nothing bad! I'm not mad that he's gay."

LUKE: (slowly) "I don't think you have the right to be—"

LOUIS: "And I'm not! I'm not anything. I'm okay. He's gay, cool, I mean you're gay—why is that
any different—" (nervous) "Why should I care if he's gay if you're gay and I'm okay with you being
gay? Huh? He's just another guy—gay—both. Let everyone be gay for all I care—"

LUKE: "You're being weird."

LOUIS: "Because this entire thing is weird. I'm not homophobic!" (Luke looks at him strangely,
Louis gathers himself) "Look..." (taking a deep breath) "Doncaster isn't really like here. Or New
York. It isn't the most...accepting place in the world. So growing up there, I wasn't really
surrounded by gay people. I don't know if I'm being offensive...accidentally, or without
noticing—which I'm not saying is an excuse but...but I don't mean it, is what I'm saying. Even if it
happens. I'm just..." (sighing, putting his face in one hand) "Struggling with this homophobic thing.
I don't want to be a homophobe and I don't want to be gay and I don't think that's homophobic but
maybe it is—It's just so confusing and everyone keeps sneering at me about it, which is just
making me really angry and when I'm angry I slip up and sabotage myself."

LUKE: "You're not homophobic."

LOUIS: "Thank you! See? Can I get that in writing? You're pretty much the Ellen of Disney so the
peasants will believe you."

LUKE: (rolls his eyes) "You're just..." (cautious) "Ignorant."

LOUIS: (a noise between a whine and scoff, sarcastic) "Great! Don't let Zayn get his hands on that
one."
LUKE: "When it comes to this." (Louis seems confused) "Like you said, you've never really met
many gay people so you don't understand a lot of the things they go through or how they feel
about stuff. That's called being ignorant but it's not your fault. It's society's fault." (light-hearted) "I
say blame everything on society."

LOUIS: "Bottom line is I don't care about labels. You're my friend. That's what I care about. You
can be whatever you want and I'll still care about you."

LUKE: (pause) "I think you should be telling Harry this, Lou. I never doubted you. We're not
fighting last time I checked."

LOUIS: "I was practicing."

LUKE: "Ah."

LOUIS: "Was that any good?"

LUKE: "Maybe less..." (finding his words) "Saying the word gay."

LOUIS: (rapid fire) "Why? That's what he is. Gay. Right? Nothing wrong with being gay."

LUKE: (nodding, cringe on his face) "Yeah...makes you look, I don't know, uncomfortable."

LOUIS: (snorts nervously) "I'm not uncomfortable."

LUKE: "Yeah... How about you work on that apology instead... It could start like, I'm sorry I
offended you—"

LOUIS: "You should have told me you were fucking gay—or fucking gays, in your free time, in the
bed, you shared with me, while you were there, I was there, I mean, not like I should have known
or anything..."

LUKE: (palms his face) "Just...just cut off at 'I'm sorry I offended you'. End. Gives it a sharp little
closure...That doesn't have that whole incredibly-jealous-ex-husband-who-just-got-out-of-jail feel."

LOUIS: "What?!"

LUKE: (makes a face) "Come to think of it...Do you need to apologize to him? I mean, really?
Maybe it's best if you just said hi and was a normal person."

LOUIS: "You're right. Why even apologize?"

LUKE: "Normal. Person. You know?"

LOUIS: "Like?"

LUKE: "Like what we usually talk about when you're not freaking out over who slept in Harry's
bed."

LOUIS: "I did! I slept in his bed. I wore his lover's clothes. What is this?"

LUKE: "A slumber party where you got cold?"

LOUIS: "Luke!"

LUKE: "Dude, who even cares?" (Louis raises his eyebrow) "Okay, you care but you shouldn't. He
made a mistake. He won't give you clothes again."

LOUIS: (irritated) "That's not...I don't see how that...I want him to give me clothes. Just not the
ones that his ex wore."

LUKE: (exhausted) "Then tell him that. Tell him that and get this over with already. Jeez."

LOUIS: "Okay, how's this? I'm sorry you decided to think I was your ex."

LUKE: (pause where Luke winces sharply) "No. That was not good at all."

LOUIS: (spiraling down) "I'm sorry I'm much better than your ex."

LUKE: (shaking his head rapidly) "Not getting better."

LOUIS: (panicked) "I'm sorry you happen to be gay."

LUKE: "Definitely not."

LOUIS: (frustrated) "I'm sorry I don't know what to be sorry about."

LUKE: (raises an eyebrow) "That could work..."

LOUIS: (riled up) "I'm sorry I don't understand why you're adamant on ignoring me now when it's
fucking clear that I'm sorry!"

LUKE: "You're getting confusing. Less—"

LOUIS: (exploding) "I'm sorry I can't seem to function well without you!"

LUKE: (taken aback, concerned) "Dude..."

LOUIS: (snaps back) "Sorry. I..." (sighs) "Am losing my mind. I'll figure it out. Or not. Or I won't."

LUKE: "All you have to say is 'I'm sorry'. Doesn't have to be any longer..."

LOUIS: (down) "I already said that." (looking away) "And it wasn't good enough. And that is the
real thing I'm sorry about—not being good enough."

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: One step forward, two steps back? Is Louis ready to get back to
Harry or does he have some learning to do?

=================

42. Oversee

Chapter 42: Oversee

Scene 1

[Zayn's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 8:10pm, Night Before Flight]

HARRY: (sitting on Zayn's bed) "This is going to be the last nail in my coffin."

ZAYN: (grabbing clothes from drawers) "Don't be melo."

HARRY: "I'm serious. This is how I die." (slumps on the bed dramatically) "You'll come back to me
dead. Write my eulogy on the flight back."
ZAYN: "It's a week, H. I'll be gone a week. You'll survive."

HARRY: "How sure of that are you?"

ZAYN: "Sixty percent."

HARRY: (chuckles) "Not good odds at all!"

ZAYN: "You got into Columbia. The admission rate is six percent."

HARRY: "I dropped out too, after a year, a semester and a half really. Clearly I wasn't cut out for
it."

ZAYN: "Yeah, they made a mistake with you."

HARRY: "Definitely did..." (pause, Zayn packs some more) "Zay..."

ZAYN: "You'll be fine." (looks at him) "You will. Don't make me more worried than I already am."

HARRY: "Why are you worried if I'll be fine?"

ZAYN: (shrugs, both look at each other unsurely) "I don't know..."

HARRY: "Me neither..." (rolling on his front, face in a pillow) "I should probably leave tonight, huh?
So you can..." (tone getting quieter) "Perrie..."

ZAYN: (not looking at him, folding clothes) "Probably."

HARRY: (after a few minutes of silence) "Do you want me to leave?"

ZAYN: (gives up on the bag, sits on the bed) "I don't know."

HARRY: (crawls his way to the edge, sitting beside him, worried) "I'll leave." (guilty) "I'm sorry."

ZAYN: (shakes his head) "Nothing to be sorry about."

HARRY: (bites his lip) "You're upset though."

ZAYN: "Yeah. Not much. A bit."

HARRY: "Is she upset?"

ZAYN: "No. She loves you. She doesn't care and I don't either. Sleep here as much as you want.
I'm not upset about that."

HARRY: (small) "What are you upset about?"

ZAYN: (looking at the bag, not Harry) "Knowing you'll call him."

HARRY: "I..."

ZAYN: (stands up) "Bunch of bullshit." (kicks at the bag, Harry doesn't even flinch) "What's the
point? He's not..." (turns towards Harry) "Whats the point of pursuing him after he dumped you?"

HARRY: "There is none. I'm dumb."

ZAYN: "But you will call him?"

HARRY: "I don't know..." (smoothing out the sheet beside him) "Because I don't know how bad I'll
be without you to keep me together."

ZAYN: "Just a week."

HARRY: (parroting, empty) "Yup. A week. A week's nothing."

ZAYN: "You'll call me and you'll have Liam and El. Nothing'll happen."

HARRY: (nodding, quiet) "I'll miss you."

ZAYN: "Harry—"

HARRY: "Just a week, I know. I don't even know why we've been talking about it for so long. I'm
being stupid. I'm gonna go make some dinner and let you finish." (stands up, grabs his bag from
the couch) "Have fun in Cali. Make it fun."

ZAYN: (still worried, grabbing his forearm, Harry turns around confused) "You're not gonna hug
me goodbye now?"

HARRY: (smiles, thankful) "Whatever." (moves into the hug, nuzzling Zayn's neck) "Don't do
anything stupid."

ZAYN: (laughing) "I was just about to say that." (pulls back, keeps Harry at arm's length) "I'll miss
you, okay? But I know you'll be fine. You don't need me and you definitely don't need him."

HARRY: (nods, looks at him closely, pursuing his lips) "I need one of you. I'm just trying to figure
out whom I need more."
ZAYN: "You made this decision once. No need to keep suffering it this long." (tightening his grasp
on Harry's arm) "You picked me."

HARRY: "I picked right." (stepping away and towards the door) "Tell Perrie she can sleep at mine
if she's feeling lonely. And tell Scooter that he should have asked me to come. I have yet to be
invited and I'm starting to feel a little jealous."

ZAYN: (chuckling) "Don't know if you wanna spend a week with Scooter Braun or anyone in their
cast. Last time Louis went, he punched the shit out of this Tom kid and had to be brought back two
days early. They're not very friendly with Disney World people since."

HARRY: "Yikes. Well, I don't punch people—" (Zayn gives him a look) "Oh, come on. That was
once."

ZAYN: "Try to not make it twice while I'm gone, eh?"

Scene 2

[Splitsville Bowling, Downtown Disney, 8:43pm, Bowling For Bitches]

LIAM: (watching the ball slide down) "She's a bitch. There's no two ways about it. I'm in love with a
bitch."

LOUIS: (sitting in the chair, sipping lemonade with a straw) "Were there two ways about it last
time?"

LIAM: "What last time?"

LOUIS: "The last time she cheated and you took her back."

LIAM: (ball crashes into five pins) "She was drunk that time."
LOUIS: (unimpressed) "Uh-huh... You know what they say, man, once a cheater—"

LIAM: "That's not helpful, Louis."

LOUIS: "Can I at least finish my phrase?"

LIAM: (nodding in mocking, sarcastic) "Oh, yeah! Sure! Excuse my interruption. You go. Tell me."

LOUIS: (smirking) "—Always a cheater."

LIAM: (nodding, mock surprise) "Still not helpful."

LOUIS: (shrugs) "I don't know what you expect from me. I cheated on my last and only
girlfriend—didn't even feel bad about it. If anything I'm with the enemy."

LIAM: (holding out a ball for him) "Your turn." (as Louis gets up) "I was expecting you to say, yes,
Liam, she doesn't deserve you. Let's go out and get smashed until you're drunk enough not to cry
when you kiss someone else. If you forgot, you just had to scream 'line' and I'd have given it to
you."

LOUIS: "Ah." (purposeful pause, smirks) "Line?"

LIAM: (dramatic groaning as he walks back) "Say whatever's on your mind. Don't sugarcoat it for
me."

LOUIS: (rolls his ball, turns around before it even hits anything, clearly not caring about the game)
"Well, you love her. Isn't love about forgiveness?" (afterthought) "Lots of things should be about
forgiveness really."
LIAM: (nursing his beer) "Love is about trust and exclusivity."

LOUIS: "No, relationships are about exclusivity. Love is just love. You can love people without
wanting them to be yours. You can love people when they're not yours at all."

LIAM: (motioning behind him) "Go again." (Louis turns back around) "I get that. But love and
jealousy are in an exclusive relationship, unfortunately. You can't be in love with someone and not
get jealous when they don't seem to care." (stands up) "Plus, I'm not about seeing my girl in the
arms of some random man. It stings."

LOUIS: (all the pins fall, Louis shrugs) "I get that." (quoting) "As the king says, 'I don't wanna flip
when I see you with guys. Too much pride, between you and I, not a jealous man, but females
lie.'" (to himself) "Man, he's such a genius."

LIAM: (snorts) "Who do you mean?"

LOUIS: (mock shock) "Why Eminem, of course. And here I thought you were all thug life, tank tops
and bandanas. He should be your role model, white boy."

LIAM: "Don't know if I should be taking advice from Eminem when it comes to women."

LOUIS: "Don't know if you should be taking advice from me. I don't know women beyond the look
they give me when I tell them to make me coffee in the morning before they leave, never to called
again."

LIAM: "I forget you're a douche."

LOUIS: "Practical."

LIAM: "A practical douche."

LOUIS: (back to his drink) "Did she apologize?"

LIAM: (his turn) "Yeah, but words mean shit."

LOUIS: (quieter) "I mean...they mean something, apologies. They mean the person does regret it.
It means the problem has been on their mind for a while now and they are desperate to make it
better. It takes effort for people to apologize. She's probably sorry."

LIAM: "Sometimes actions speak louder than words. If she really loved me, she'd prove that to me
by giving up other men. It's about sacrifice. We're both making sacrifices."

LOUIS: "They have to be equal. It looks to me as if you sacrifice so much more than she does.
Maybe that's why it doesn't work. You want relationships to feel balanced, like you've both been
there for each other, both your feelings are on the line. You're both not so perfect." (loud slurp of
the drink, mumbled straw in his mouth) "Equally embarrassing. That's what they have to be."

LIAM: (sighs deeply, finishes his beer) "I'm gonna order another beer. You want one?"

LOUIS: (hesitates, pursing his lips, looking at the lemonade in his hand) "Um...no. I'll be fine.
I'm..." (struggling to convince himself) "Having a virgin night."

LIAM: (confused) "Ah. Been having a lot of those recently. You're having stomach problems?"

LOUIS: "Yeah—no. No, I'm not. I've just been a little off lately and alcohol makes it worse."
(watching Liam sulk) "Why don't you ask Zayn? He's been with Perrie for an eternity and a half.
He should know."

LIAM: "He's like you. With the enemy or whatever."

LOUIS: (interested) "He's cheated before?"

LIAM: (shrugs) "Rumor has it he cheats all the time. But it's a rumor. Lots of rumors aren't true.
People have been doubting Zayn ever since he brought Harry in the picture."

LOUIS: "They think what? That they're sucking each other's dicks behind closed doors."

LIAM: (uncomfortable, shifting topics) "Zayn's out of town anyway. He's in Cali this week."

LOUIS: (makes a face) "I hope he dies in that hellhole. I hope Braun and his pack of hyenas eat
his insides for dinner."

LIAM: (amused) "That what happened to you?"

LOUIS: "No, what happened was a little pipsqueak thought it was funny to make a joke about me
being in Narnia and I had to kick his tiny balls so they got lodged up his throat to teach him a
lesson. They're all a bunch of tools. That's a requirement to work in DisneyLand, be a tool. Have
you seen Justin? Have you?" (mock shudders) "The more I think of it, the more Zayn belongs
there. I hope they forget him there, like a lost suitcase filled with moth-eaten jackets."

LIAM: (still amused) "Give Z a break. You hurt his protege. You'd have reacted the same way if
someone had told Luke off about him being gay and he came running to you in tears."

LOUIS: (long pause, realization) "Oh..."

Scene 3

[Harry - Ed Texting Thread]

04/03/14 21:23

[HARRY] Tu me manques, cheri.

[ED] idem xx

Scene 4

[Jellyrolls Bar, Disney Boardwalk, 12:45am, Couple Days Later, Rebound Refound]

LOUIS: (sober, leaning back on the booth, a girl so tight against him, she's practically on his lap,
looks at Liam's phone buzzing on the table, annoyed) "Eleanor is calling you. Please do not pick it
up. The witch will ruin our night."

LIAM: (looks at the phone, laughs) "Yeah, I'll call her back or something."

GIRL #1: (leaning on the table, teasing) "Who's Eleanor? Your girlfriend?"

LIAM: (snorts) "Nope. I no longer have one of those. She was Louis' girlfriend for a while though,
right, pretty boy?"

GIRL #1: "Was she really?" (touching Louis' knee, squeezing it, leaning closer) "Was she a good
girlfriend? Did she satisfy you?"

LOUIS: (rolling his eyes at the obvious flirting) "She wasn't my girlfriend. I don't date." (looking at
her, noticing how close she is, looking away, annoyed) "And she'd have been a horrible girlfriend,
either way. She was far too happy all the time." (inching away to put some distance between
them) "I wonder what she wants..."

LIAM: (snorts) "Oh now you're curious?"

GIRL #1: (giggling) "I don't date either. I just, you know..." (flapping her eyelashes) "Have fun. I like
to have fun without commitments." (pouting her lips) "I think we're similar...don't you think?"
LOUIS: (blunt) "Sure. Zayn's calling you now. All the way from Scooter's asshole. What is it with
these people? Can't some of us enjoy our time off?" (clearly not enjoying any of what's happening)
"Silence your phone or something."

LIAM: "I should pick this up, probably." (humming, debating, phone stops ringing, chuckles) "Too
late I guess." (shrugs) "I'll tell him I was sleeping..."

GIRL #2: (hanging on his arm) "Or doing other things."

LOUIS: (snorts) "He'll live."

LIAM: (phone buzzes, his face suddenly drops completely into real worry) "Oh."

LOUIS: (catching on) "What's happened?"

LIAM: "I have to call him back, just a second."

GIRL #2: "Oh, must you?"

LIAM: (serious) "Yes. Excuse me for a second?" (dials the number, still in the booth, phone on his
ear) "Zayn, yeah, what's up? Is he okay?"

ZAYN: (on the phone, almost panicked) "Harry has hay fever. It's pretty bad."

LIAM: (forehead creasing) "How bad?"

ZAYN: "He's in bed. He can't move. He's doped up on meds. Not doing too swell."

LIAM: "Crap." (fidgeting) "As bad as last time?"

LOUIS: (worried) "What's going? Who's hurt?"

GIRL #1: (playing with Louis' hair) "So what do you guys like to do for fun?"

LOUIS: (pulls away, irritated) "One second."

GIRL #1: "Do you guys like to party—"

LOUIS: (angry) "One second, hush for a second, I'm trying to figure this out."

LIAM: "You need me over? What does he need?"

ZAYN: "He's with Eleanor. I'm just not there and worried—Are you busy right now?"

LIAM: "Nah, it's fine. I can leave whenever. What does he need? He needs me there to help him? I
can take over for Eleanor since she works early."

GIRL #2: (whiny) "Are you leaving? But baby..."

LIAM: "I'm on the phone, darling, please."

LOUIS: (frustrated, curious) "What does Zayn want?"

ZAYN: "Are you sure you can leave? You sound...busy. I could call Niall. He's around. I just
thought you'd be in the village and he needs something to eat. Plus, he knows you better."

LIAM: "I am in the village and don't worry, I'll pick up food on the way back. Don't wake up Niall for
no reason."
LOUIS: "Liam, what the hell is going on?"

GIRL #2: "Are you leaving us? No, stay, come on. The fun is just starting."

LIAM: (off the phone, angry) "My friend is really sick right now and I need to go—"

GIRL #1: "You can see him tomorrow."

LIAM: (ignoring her, on the phone again) "Talk to me, Zayn. I'm sorry they're being so difficult right
now." (already moving out of the booth) "Let me through please." (back on the phone) "Does he
need meds? Benedryl? Anything?"

LOUIS: (angry) "What are you doing? Where are you going?"

ZAYN: "They have meds. Get the food and just..." (audibly worried) "Keep an eye on him until I'm
back, please?"

LIAM: "No worries. I'll be there. He'll be fine."

ZAYN: "Thanks, man. Sorry for ruining your night and...cockblocking you? You broke up with
Soph? Never mind. Explain when I'm back. I'll buy you a drink to make up for this."

LIAM: "Eh, I'll survive. He's more important." (hangs up, dials another number)

LOUIS: "Liam! Explain."

GIRL #2: "Liam!"

LIAM: "I need to make this phone call so if you could just—My friend's sick, okay? I don't know
what more I have to tell you to get you to sit tight for a second. This isn't a joke. Someone's—" (on
the phone) "Yeah, hi, El, sorry I missed your call. I was..." (looks around, regretful) "Busy. Are you
with him?"

LOUIS: (vicious, annoyed) "Liam! Who's sick?" (more panicked) "Is it Harry? What's wrong with
him? Is he hurt?"

ELEANOR: "I'm in his room. He's in bed. He's...frustrated. Are you coming over?"

LIAM: "I'll be there soon. How is he looking?"

LOUIS: (worried and hurt at being left out, growling) "Mind filling me in, mate?"

LIAM: (to Louis) "I will in a second." (to Eleanor) "Can he eat? What should I get him?"

ELEANOR: "He goes from pained to passed out. I don't know if he'll want to eat but bring him a
sandwich or something. He doesn't like onions or olives."

LIAM: "Sandwich, no onions, no olives. Got it. I'll be there in thirty. See you soon." (hangs up)
"Sorry, Louis. I—"

GIRL #2: (latches on to his arm, puckers up flirtatiously) "Don't leave, Liam."

GIRL #1: "Yeah, come on, stay."

LIAM: "I told you my friend is sick..." (to Louis, in explanation) "Harry's really sick. He's not well
and Zayn can't be with him so I have to be there. I have to go check on him. I'm sorry."

GIRL #2: "Why do you have to see him tonight?"

LIAM: (irritated) "Because he's one of my best mates and he's in bed in a lot of pain, so I wanna
go make sure he's okay because I care about him more than I care about this. What part of that
does not make sense to you?" (to Louis) "I'll see you around, man?"

LOUIS: (hurt) "Are you not gonna ask me if I wanna come with?"

GIRL #1: "Why do you both have to go?"

LIAM: "I thought I already knew the answer. You're staying because you wanna do this and you're
not really in the best terms with Harry. That's fine. El and I will take care of him."

LOUIS: (sulking) "He wouldn't want me there anyway." (biting his lip, pleading with his eyes) "He'd
probably be upset if I came..."

LIAM: (putting on a jacket) "It's fine. Have fun. Enjoy the rest of your night."

LOUIS: (disappointed) "He already has all his friends there. He has what he needs." (clearly wants
to be proven wrong, wants to be invited)

LIAM: "I'm telling you it's fine. Don't feel guilty. He doesn't expect you to be there."

LOUIS: (voice thick in hurt, gulping, looking down) "Right, of course not. Why would I be there? It's
not like we're friends."

LIAM: "I'm gone. Good bye, ladies. Get home safe, Louis. Don't get too drunk, please. I don't
wanna deal with two passed out people."

LOUIS: (worried) "He's passed out? Maybe he needs a hospital. I can drive. I'm sober. He might
need me."

LIAM: "We have him. He'll be fine. Are you listening to me though? Don't get wasted."
LOUIS: "Yeah, fine. I won't." (crushed, trying to compose himself) "I'll be celebrating without
you...Make sure..." (to himself) "He's okay..." (long sigh)

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: What changed for Louis this chapter in the way he sees the
situation?

=================

43. Overall*

Chapter 43: Overall

Scene 1

[Louis' Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 4:03am, The Thorn Forest]

LOUIS: (tossing and turning, awake in bed, grumbling) "Sleep, dumb brain..." (burrows his face in
his pillow, groans) "Dammit. Dammit. Dammit." (picks his head up, sighs, blows his bangs out of
his face) "Okay, fine, one call..." (pats the table-side until he has his phone, dials number)

ELEANOR: (on the other side, sleepy, groggy) "Hello?"

LOUIS: "Hey, it's Louis."

ELEANOR: (lowering her voice) "Hey, this is not a good time. Call tomorrow."
LOUIS: "No, wait, El, hey!"

ELEANOR: (concerned) "Are you okay? Did you get home alright?"

LOUIS: "Yes, I'm home."

ELEANOR: "Are you too drunk?"

LOUIS: "No, I didn't drink. I don't drink anymore now."

ELEANOR: "What do you need then?"

LOUIS: "Well, I just wanted ask something."

ELEANOR: "It's late, Louis. I don't even know how late...really late."

LOUIS: "Quickly. I'll do it quickly."

ELEANOR: "What it is?"

LOUIS: (with difficulty) "Are you at Harry's?"

ELEANOR: "Mhmm."

LOUIS: (worried) "Is he doing okay? How is he?"

ELEANOR: "He's okay. He's sleeping."

LOUIS: "Can I come see him?"

ELEANOR: (unsure) "...Sure, come by."

LOUIS:(already jumping out of bed, breathless) "Okay, I'm coming."

ELEANOR: "Wait, now?!"

LOUIS: "Yeah, can I?"

ELEANOR: "Louis, it's the middle of the night. Come tomorrow when he's awake."

LOUIS:"No, I wanna come now."

ELEANOR: "He's sleeping."

LOUIS: "I won't wake him. It'll be five minutes." (reluctantly) "I just need to see he's okay." (small)
"Can I?"

ELEANOR: "He'll make it to tomorrow without you."

LOUIS: (snappy) "I know that!" (lowering his voice) "I know that but I wanna see him."

ELEANOR: "He's asleep. He's not an exciting sight."

LOUIS: (desperate) "Please, El. Please. My insomnia is killing me. I'm literally worried sleepless
right now." (frustrated) "I need to do this. I just need to see he's okay so I can relax and go to bed.
I wouldn't have called you if this wasn't important. I wouldn't be awake at this time..."
ELEANOR: (pause followed by a sigh) "Okay, come over. I'll open the door for you."

Scene 2

[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 4:16am, The Sleeping Beauty Kiss]

ELEANOR: (opening the door, wearing a sweatshirt, yawning) "Hi."

LOUIS: (ignoring her, immediately barging into the room) "How's he doing?" (walks in, notices
Harry in bed, looking pale and sick, under several layers of blankets) "He doesn't look too good.
He looks really sick. How do you know he doesn't need a hospital?"

ELEANOR: "He doesn't. It's normal. He's just really drugged right now." (Harry coughs then
whimpers)

LOUIS: (alarmed) "He can't breathe properly!" (approaching closer, leaning down to get a closer
look) "He's in pain with every breath. You think this is normal?"

ELEANOR: (rolling her eyes) "It is. Trust me, I've done this before. He's congested. It comes with
the territory. Zayn said he'll be fine as long as he sleeps and takes his meds."

LOUIS: (sits down next to Harry on the bed, not moving his eyes from Harry since he got in) "Was
it bad? Was he bad? Was he hurting?"

ELEANOR: "Yeah, but he always gets like this. It's not new to him."

LOUIS: "This is recurring, you mean?"

ELEANOR: "Hay fever? Yeah. Many people get it. His is just really intense. He usually can't even
open his eyes when it hits. Now it's probably coupled with a cold."
LOUIS: "Did you call in sick for him?" (gently touches Harry's hair, moving it away from his face)
"You're covering him too much. He's hot." (palms Harry's forehead) "Get some of this crap off."
(pulls away some of the covers) "He's sweating. What are you doing to him?"

HARRY: (stirs in his sleep when the covers fly off, mumbles, sounds very sick) "Water, please."

LOUIS: (concerned) "He wants a drink."

ELEANOR: "There's a glass on the bedside table."(points to the glass) "Help him with it."

LOUIS: "He has water bottles in the fridge, very bottom. Give me one of those with the sippy top."
(still caressing Harry's hair) "We're getting you water, Hazza. Sit tight for a bit."

HARRY:(quiet) "Thank you."

ELEANOR: (hands him a bottle from the fridge) "Here." (moves away again, observing them,
fascinated) "I didn't know those were there."

LOUIS: (touching his face to wake him up) "Harry, you wanted water, babe?" (caressing his
cheek) "Lemme help you up."

HARRY: (nods slowly, eyes still shut tight, tries to force his way up, very weak, stumbling all over
the sheets to fall back down, meek, brokenly) "Help..."

LOUIS: (immediately holds him) "Right here." (drags him gently so he's sitting up, leaning forward
on Louis' body, head still lolling sideways on Louis' shoulder) "How are you feeling?"

HARRY: "It's hot. Too hot. Want water."

LOUIS: "I know. They're frying you." (puts the bottle next to his lips) "Here. Drink."
HARRY: (places his hand over Louis' in an attempt to hold the bottle himself, Louis doesn't let go,
lets Harry cling to his wrist, Harry drinks very slowly before pulling away) "Thanks."

LOUIS: "Wanna change out of your shirt?" (touching his back) "You're drenched in sweat right
now."

HARRY: (nodding, can barely breathe let alone speak) "Yes, please."

LOUIS: (to Eleanor) "Get him a fresh t-shirt." (noticing she's standing there, confused) "Third
drawer on that dresser."

ELEANOR: "Wow, you have this place memorized." (handing him the shirt) "Do you need help?"

LOUIS: "I got him." (to Harry) "Help me out a bit here, Haz?" (gently takes off Harry's shirt, arm by
arm, and uses it to wipe the sweat off his back before throwing it on the floor) "Good boy. Almost
there."

HARRY: (shivering) "Cold now."

LOUIS: "I know. Here, give me your arm." (guides him into the other t-shirt, arranging it on his
body) "Okay now?"

HARRY: (nodding again before mumbling) "Bed now." (makes to lean down, pulls Louis with him
by his shirt)

LOUIS: (lowers him to the bed softly, still half hugging him) "Do you need anything else?"

HARRY: (mumbled, yawning) "Stay."

LOUIS: (bites his lip, torn, sighing) "I can't."

HARRY: (whining) "No, stay..."

LOUIS: (pulls away, trying to detach himself) "No, no."

HARRY: (pleading, small) "Please!"

LOUIS: (sighs, lowers back down, forehead against Harry's, whispers) "Not tonight."

HARRY: (brokenly) "Lou, please..."

LOUIS: (touched) "Soon, I promise, okay? Soon." (seeing Harry nod slightly) "Good. Get better for
me." (pulls away, arranging the covers on him) "Stay warm."

ELEANOR: (cautiously) "You could stay if you want...I can always—"

LOUIS: "I can't." (lies, uncomfortable) "I have someone over..."

ELEANOR: "Oh." (clipped) "I see..."

LOUIS: (standing up, reluctantly) "Take care of him."

ELEANOR: "Sure." (both walking towards the door) "He'll be fine."

LOUIS: (turning around) "Oh, and Eleanor?"

ELEANOR: "Yeah?"
LOUIS: "Don't tell him I came over tonight."

ELEANOR: (frowning) "Why not?"

LOUIS: "Just...don't. Do me this favor. It's simpler for the both of us."

ELEANOR: (hesitant, clearly confused) "Okay, then. I won't mention anything."

LOUIS: "Thanks..." (walking down a few steps) "And call me...if he needs anything."

ELEANOR: "I will. Don't worry... Sleep well."

Scene 3

[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 4:36am, Change of Heart]

ELEANOR: (phone buzzes as Eleanor is getting comfortable on the bed again, picks it up) "Did
you forget—"

LOUIS: "Open the door."

ELEANOR: "This door?"

LOUIS: "No, the door to god's kingdom, Eleanor. Yes, this door, his door."

ELEANOR: (walks gingerly towards the door, hangs up, opens it) "What happened—"

LOUIS: (looking down, blushing furiously, gritting the words out) "I'll stay with him tonight."
ELEANOR: "But you said—"

LOUIS: (forcefully) "I'll stay." (sighing shakily) "Okay?" (after a pause) "Please."

ELEANOR: (torn) "Okay... Sure... Okay." (walks back in the room, picks up her bag silently while
Louis sits on the bed again) "You'll be okay? You have work tomorrow?"

LOUIS: "No, but..." (wincing, hating himself) "But I don't want him—"

ELEANOR: "To know you were here. Got it. I'll tell Liam to come earlier. Be awake though so you
can open the door for him."

LOUIS: (too focused on Harry, barely listening) "Mhmm." (looking away to see her leave) "He's
safe with me. You should know. I know you all think I..." (chewing on his lip) "Hate him or
something...but I don't. I would never hurt him."

ELEANOR: (before closing the door) "I know that..."

LOUIS: "But Zayn doesn't."

ELEANOR: "Neither does Harry." (door codes gently but Harry startles awake nonetheless)

HARRY: (mumbled, eyes closed) "El?"

LOUIS: (touching his hair) "Hey loser."

HARRY: (hopeful) "Louis?"

LOUIS: "Yup." (crawls over Harry to settle beside him) "Just me." (hugs Harry to his chest though
he's much shorter) "Just Lou."

HARRY: (smiling broadly, nuzzling the pillow, slurring) "My little jetpack."

Scene 4

[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 4:46am, A Large Dose of Reality]

LOUIS: (still awake, holding Harry, phone rings on the bedside table closest to Harry, Louis
flinches at the sound) "Eleanor, I swear to god, I'll chop you into pieces and cook you into fried
rice..." (reaches over for it)

HARRY: (stirs awake, tiredly) "Lemme..." (pulls out his hand to reach where Louis is holding the
phone in front of him, sees the screen, jumps slightly, happiness clear in his voice) "Teddy!" (tries
to grab the phone, in disbelief) "He called!"

LOUIS: (pulls it away before Harry can touch it) "Your ex?"

HARRY: "Yeah, Ed..." (stretching to grab the phone, clear he's trying much harder to move/stay
awake) "Gimme."

LOUIS: (hesitates) "Not a good idea." (places the phone behind his back) "We're not talking to him
tonight."

HARRY: (shifts to look back at Louis, eyes squinted in confusion) "But—"

LOUIS: (lightly touches his bangs) "Zayn's a piece of shit. But in this case, he's right. It's best you
don't talk to your ex, especially when you're feeling down."

HARRY: "He wants to know I'm okay." (excited) "He's worried about me."
LOUIS: "Tomorrow." (hugs him tighter to distract him) "Call him tomorrow."

HARRY: (whiny) "He won't pick up. Now." (wiggling) "I have to now..."

LOUIS: (frowns) "He'll pick if he really cares to know you're okay."

HARRY: (pleading) "One minute?"

LOUIS: (maintaing eye contact) "I can leave and you can talk to him for as long as you please..."

HARRY: (shocked silent, gulps) "Louis..."

LOUIS: "He's not good for you. You're sick. I have to take care of you and he's not good so I won't
let you talk to him when I'm around. Tomorrow you can do whatever you want."

HARRY: (smiles sadly, knowingly) "Because you'll leave again..."

LOUIS: (bites his lip) "Yeah. Or I can leave now if you want me out—if you want him instead."

HARRY: (sighs, nuzzles back in bed, closes his eyes) "Okay..." (grabs Louis' hand that still around
his waist) "Tonight I have you. Tomorrow, I'll go back to him."

LOUIS: (hugging him, whispered in Harry's hair, desperate) "How can I not feel like a replacement
when you say stuff like that?"

HARRY: (sleepy, thinking out loud) "If you were Ed's replacement, I wouldn't need Ed..." (small
smile on his face) "And I'd have kissed you by now." (Louis freezes in shock, Harry doesn't notice)
"You're just a friend." (pause) "If that."
LOUIS: (moves away abruptly, shuffles out of bed, breathy) "I can't do this." (stands up, frazzled)
"I'm sorry, I can't..." (shakes his head) "Do this." (starts heading for the door, visibly torn) "It's too
painful."

HARRY: (not conscious enough to realize what's happening) "Good night, Louis."

LOUIS: (right next to the open door, barely audible) "I'm so sorry..." (leaves, door gently closes
shut)

Scene 5

[Harry - Ed Texting Thread]

04/06/14 4:52

[ED] Sunshine, I know you're sick right now. You have me worried.

[ED] Are you alone? Is Zayn with you? Do you have help?

[ED] Feel free to call me if you need me. Always here for you. xx

04/06/14 5:13

[ED] rstp

[HARRY] tqt

[HARRY] jtm
Scene 6

[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 8:46am, The Most Guy of Guys]

HARRY: (stumbling to open the door, looking sick, greets Liam) "Hey."

LIAM: (surprised) "Hey there. Sorry I woke you up..." (confused) "I thought someone was here with
you to open the door...Are you alone?" (worried) "Were you alone all night?"

HARRY: (walking back to the bed, Liam behind him) "No, no...El just left to go to work."

LIAM: (jumping on the bed as well, next to him) "Oh. I just missed her then?"

HARRY: (cuddling his pillow) "Yup. Barely."

LIAM: "How are you feeling, darling?"

HARRY: (teasing) "Much better now that you called me that..."

LIAM: (chuckles) "Zayn's worried sick about you."

HARRY: (sighing) "I miss him."

LIAM: (silence, suddenly) "Harry, are you in love with him?"

HARRY: (eyes closed, breathy laughter) "Who? Ed, Zayn or Louis?" (Liam's breath hitches) "The
answer is no for all three. I don't fall in love with people I haven't a cat in hell's chance of winning."
LIAM: (still half-shocked, blurts) "Convenient."

HARRY: (snorts) "Defense mechanism."

LIAM: (Harry's phone vibrates, Liam searches for it on the bed, hands it to Harry, glancing at the
screen briefly) "Still talking gibberish then?"

HARRY: (takes the phone from him) "French."

LIAM: "Why French?"

HARRY: (shrugs) "We took French together in high school and it sort of became code for things
we didn't want Zayn to know."

LIAM: "Ah..."

HARRY: (somewhat aggressive) "You gonna tell him?"

LIAM: "I didn't tell him last time. I don't wanna get involved in the Bermuda triangle you have going
on. I won't come out alive."

HARRY: (laughs) "Good on you."

LIAM: (staring at the wall, lost) "Sophia cheated on me and I'll probably take her back because I'm
in love with her and pathetic."

HARRY: "If someone's cheating it means the relationship isn't enough for them so unless
something changes to fix that..." (pause, both deep in thought, Harry speaks up again, sad)
"Cheating isn't fixed with a sorry. It's definitely not fixed through unconditional love."
LIAM: "Why did you cheat?"

HARRY: "Because I was so happy and the thought that I'd be happy forever terrified me."

***

NOTES: I understand that the French is challenging for readers but that's the point, don't you see?
It's difficult to decode and keeps their texts private at a glance, especially from Zayn, who would
be furious about what's happening. Should give you a couple of hints about how the relationship
between the three worked in the past, as it wasn't very black and white, all were at fault.

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: The elephant in the room, why did Louis leave?

=================

44. Overrun

Chapter 44: Overrun

Scene 1

[Entrance Gates, Walt Disney World in Florida, 9:17am, Not-Sneak Smoking]

ELEANOR: (walking up to him, furious) "You left him alone?!"

LOUIS: (busted) "I...he told you?"

ELEANOR: "No, but Liam asked how early I had left this morning for him to not run into me and
what happened, Louis?"
LOUIS: (shaking his head, trying to figure it out himself) "He...seemed better."

ELEANOR: (incredulous) "He seemed better? He was sick! He was ill, could barely make it to the
bathroom. He needed someone there. And you promised you'd be there."

LOUIS: "I didn't promise him anything."

ELEANOR: "You promised me, Louis, me. You promised me he was safe with you and I trusted
you with him. You told me—what am I supposed to believe now? What am I to think?"

LOUIS: (hurt) "Nothing happened. He was fine—Did anything happen? Is he okay?"

ELEANOR: "Something could have happened. He was all alone." (disappointed) "I just don't get it.
Why have me leave if you didn't want to do this? What's the point of doing that entire thing
yesterday?"

LOUIS: (overwhelmed, trailing off, lost) "I didn't know...I just—I thought I could...I got confused..."

ELEANOR: "If you can't take care of him, that's okay. You don't have to. But please, let the rest of
us take over. You can't be possessive and irresponsible."

LOUIS: (immediately) "I can take care of him. Just..."

ELEANOR: "Just what?"

LOUIS: "Just it has to be me, just me. He needs to trust me enough to not need other people. If he
wants me, if he decides that, I'll more than take care of him but yesterday, he wanted...someone
else. I was an extra. He didn't need me for me. He'd have thrown me out for Zayn any day."

ELEANOR: "You're becoming Ed..."

LOUIS: (caught off guard, snappy) "I am not! I have nothing in common with this guy—I don't
understand why everyone seems to think I'm some—some...fucked up plan b. I never signed up
for this. Why am the only one being labelled when all of you care for him too? What am I doing
different?"

ELEANOR: "You're reacting like this." (sighs) "Louis, the more you fixate over Ed, the more you
become him. You're constantly worried about Harry seeing you that way and you don't notice that
the fear changes the way you act around him so you subconsciously do stuff you've heard him do
and say stuff you know he said. Harry liked you because you were different. Harry liked you,
Louis, you! If you're just going to be Ed, then of course you'll be plan b. He already has an Ed."

LOUIS: (frustrated, confused) "How can I be someone I don't even know?"

ELEANOR: "Ever since you found out, you overthink it. Every action that involves Harry, you
question. In the back of your mind, you're thinking, 'Is this something Ed would do?' Before you did
shit because you felt like it without a care in the world about how it'd be taken. Now you can't
move on."

LOUIS: (lost) "I'm trying to move on."

ELEANOR: "Then stop asking everyone about Ed! Who cares about Ed? He was a dead topic
until you came around to revive him. If anything, Harry's thinking about Ed because you can't let it
die again."

Scene 2

[Simon's Office, Walt Disney World in Florida, 1:12pm, Monthly Sanity Check]

SIMON: "Should I note down that someone pissed in your lunch or is that a once in a while thing?"

LOUIS: (irritated) "I'm not in the mood today, Simon, so let's get this over quick."
SIMON: "What's happening?"

LOUIS: "Nothing. I'm exhausted. I pulled an all-nighter for no reason so I'm running on nothing but
Jade's poor excuse for caffeine. Replace the machine in the break room, please."

SIMON: "Sure. Anything else? How are your shifts?"

LOUIS: "Shit."

SIMON: "Because...?"

LOUIS: "Because they just are. Because this is work and nobody likes work."

SIMON: "Have you hit the four year misery mark?"

LOUIS: "No. Do me a favor and don't suggest counseling. It won't work unless I wanna do it and
right now I don't so leave it alone."

SIMON: "No counseling then. You have any other ideas?"

LOUIS: (sighs) "Nothing. It's just that time of the year. Spring's bringing way more people and
spring break's bound to be a mess."

SIMON: (nods) "That is true. We are doubling our cast for that period."

LOUIS: "Cali kids?"

SIMON: "Some. Hey, maybe that's what you need, eh? Some space?"
LOUIS: (makes a face) "You want me to work for Scooter Braun again? What did I ever do to
you?"

SIMON: (chuckles) "Okay, maybe not." (looking at the papers in front of him) "They didn't love you
much either."

LOUIS: "Ha. Any chance you can trade Zayn for someone who doesn't want me dead?"

SIMON: "Why does he want you dead?"

LOUIS: "Because he's evil?"

SIMON: "Surprising since he doesn't come off that way at all. He seems very polite and kind, soft-
spoken too, knows when to shut up."

LOUIS: "Are you trying to tell me something here? Because you don't have to be subtle.
Apparently, I'm awful with subtle."

SIMON: (to himself) "I've noticed." (coughs) "So about the shifts... Are you ready to go back or
what are we doing here?"

LOUIS: "You mean, back with...?"

SIMON: "Harry? The counterpart to your character? The kids are starting to miss having you both
banter. They liked that. They found it realistic."

LOUIS: (suddenly very interested in picking his sweater) "I mean...I could...."

SIMON: "Or I could assign you a different character? We don't usually switch since the cast gets
attached and pretty fluent at speaking a character's language but you've been around for a while
so maybe a change is due. Something fresh, exciting—isn't exciting good? You did well with Scar
that week."

LOUIS: "Change." (nodding, trying to understand) "Like play a different role, you mean?"

SIMON: "Yeah. We'll switch things around. Someone will pick up where you left off and we'll
rotate. I could give you the options if you want. I'll email them. I don't have anything concrete right
now but if you're interested..."

LOUIS: (spacey) "Then I wouldn't be able to work with Harry anymore."

SIMON: "That's kinda the point, I'd think. You seem to be avoiding him still and it's been about
three weeks so I don't know if you'll sort out your differences anytime soon. Don't get me wrong, I
like the animosity between you two since it's representative of the real characters but Hades is
supposed to be loud, sassy and funny. You're giving me grumpy, old man these days."

LOUIS: (determined) "We will sort things out. It's not that. Don't worry about that. We had a
disagreement but it's not a big deal." (remembering) "He's sick by the way. That's why he's not
working today. Dunno if anyone called to let you know."

SIMON: "They didn't but I'll jot that down. Anything else?"

LOUIS: "Stop making him work extra hours. I know you simply suggest it but he can't say no."

SIMON: "Most of the time he's the one asking me. I think he just doesn't like being home alone so
he'd rather linger around the park. Maybe you can get some of your friends to warm up to him,
invite him out. He seems lonely and you're so good with never letting yourself be that. Teach him a
couple of tricks."

LOUIS: (in thought) "Yeah..." (pause) "Yeah, sure, yeah."

SIMON: "So you'll go back to working with him?"

LOUIS: "I don't know... I can't think of this properly right now. I'll get back to you. Email me and I'll
reply."

Scene 3

[Louis' Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 8:31pm, Props & Pups]

NIALL: (both on the floor) "Well, what do you wanna do?"

LOUIS: "I wanna stay with Harry but at this point, I don't know if I'll make it to next Christmas if I
continue doing this thing with him."

NIALL: "Doing what thing?"

LOUIS: "This on again, off again game of bullshit. It's ridiculous. It's never been this hard before."
(turns towards him) "It's never like that for us. We fight, yes, but next day, we start talking about
some random thing and I know you've forgiven me. Doesn't require a ceremony." (frustrated) "I
don't understand why there are so many formalities when it comes to him."

NIALL: "There are no formalities, Lou. You haven't even tried apologizing yet. Have you spoken to
him any or are you still on the turns thing because let me tell you right now, if you're expecting a
friendless kid with debilitating social anxiety to approach you in a public park, the same park you
went off on him, and ask you to be friends again, you're gonna die of old age. He's terrified of
you."

LOUIS: "He didn't seem too terrified last time when he was shoving me and threatening to jump
me." (Niall looks unconvinced) "It's true! There are sides to him and this side, you'd rather not
see."

NIALL: "Then you must have really pissed him off. He doesn't get like that for anyone."
LOUIS: "What do you mean? You've seen him go off before?"

NIALL: "No, but we've heard the horror stories. Once he broke a guy's jaw over some innocent
flirting. Some frat boy pushed Ed into a wall and Harry just about lost his mind."

LOUIS: "Oh..." (clear he's curious but keeping himself from asking) "He stopped himself with me.
He told me he'd never hurt me. And I believe him."

NIALL: "Don't go testing that theory though. Don't piss him off on purpose to see if he means it. I'm
sure he does but why risk? I don't know what would happen if both of you went rage-mode."

LOUIS: "I would never go rage-mode with him. When I'm furious, I insult people but it takes a
whole different mechanism to get me to the point where I want to physically knock you out. Often,
it happens when I'm protecting people and out of everyone he's most likely to be the person I'd be
watching out for."

NIALL: "Why don't you try talking to him today?"

LOUIS: "He's sick today."

NIALL: "Ok then, why don't you check up on him, bring flowers and all?"

LOUIS: (uncomfortable) "Um..."

NIALL: "Look, subtle does fuck all with you so I'll spell it out. Zayn's not here. Attack." (rambling)
"The castle is unprotected. The guards are asleep. The husband's on a work trip. The kids are at
grandma's. Do you get it?"

LOUIS: "I do but I don't think you fully get how not simple this situation is. For one, I don't even
know what I'm mad about anymore." (pulls at his hair) "Seriously, why am I angry with him? Who
knows? I don't because yesterday when I saw him sick I wanted nothing more than to make him
smile."

NIALL: "Wait, what?"

LOUIS: (casual, waving him off) "Pretend you didn't hear that."

NIALL: "O-kie then."

LOUIS: "I'm not even mad. Or I'm so mad at myself that I don't have enough anger leftover for
him. Do you understand why it's hard for me to make the first move now? What do I say? I'm not
mad and want you to be my friend again but you clearly haven't gotten over what I said so it's
obvious you'll walk away and this time I might just let the ground swallow me whole?" (groans) "My
limit is one rejection a week."

NIALL: "You don't hold many grudges, Lou. You'd rather have the person more than the apology.
Many friends kept at arms length is your strategy. Harry is different. He lets himself get close to
very, very few people and trusts them quickly. When he sees that the trust was perhaps
misplaced, it takes some damage control to get him to approach again."

LOUIS: (resigned) "So what am I supposed to do then? Give up?"

NIALL: "You want him back? You gotta work for it. And not with words. You can't just go up to him
and say, I'm sorry, let's be friends. You have to slowly let him get comfortable again, only this time,
show him that you're there to stay."

LOUIS: "How can I promise I'll stay if I don't know what'll happen next?"

NIALL: "Think of a stray puppy who has just trusted you enough to eat food off your hand. If you
don't want that puppy to run away and hide, you won't make any sudden moves. That doesn't
mean you can't leave. It means you can't flinch back when he licks your fingers and nuzzles
against your palm." (Louis bites his lip) "He doesn't know better."
Scene 4

[Zayn's' Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 10:52pm, Battle for the Baby]

ZAYN: (on the phone) "Don't think I don't know what you're doing because I know and I'm going to
kill you."

ED: "Chill. I see you're still going through his texts."

ZAYN: "I am not. I just happened to be a good guesser. Why did you text him?"

ED: "Because he texted me. I always reply to his texts. That's the rule I set for myself. No calling
but texts are fair game."

ZAYN: (frustrated) "Why can't you leave him alone so he can get over you in peace?"

ED: "I didn't do—"

ZAYN: "You gave him hope!"

ED: (angry) "I did not. I never said anything that wasn't true. I wouldn't lie to him."

ZAYN: (growls) "Ed."

ED: (snappy) "I miss him, okay? I miss him like hell. So if he says, I miss you, I'll say it back. I'm
allowed to miss him. That doesn't mean we're getting back together."

ZAYN: "Have you told Harry this?"

ED: "He knows! He knows what to expect."

ZAYN: "And what's that?"

ED: "I'll always care for him deeply and I'll always be there for him. We're not good boyfriends but
he's not dead to me."

ZAYN: "He should be. If you want his best, pretend he is so he can learn to live life without you."

ED: (hurt) "So you want me to ignore someone that used to be the love of my life—"

ZAYN: "Oh shut up."

ED: (furious, emotional) "No, you shut up. I loved him more than anything. For three years, he
came to me when he was sick—he was in my arms. You expect me to wake up one day and not
care after I know how bad he gets and how much he hurts? You expect me to not give a shit about
him when he needs me?" (desperate) "He was my baby. I've done what you've asked me all this
time. I've kept my distance but shit, he was my fucking baby, Zayn. That's never going to change.
What would you have done if this was Perrie? Will you ever stop caring for her?"

ZAYN: (nodding to himself) "I get it. I do. It's hard. No one said getting out of a relationship you
thought would be your last is easy. It's hell, I know. I live it with him every day—every day for the
past week he's mentioned your name. But I need him to get better because I can't see him like this
anymore. You're not here. You don't experience the damage. He's hung up on you and as much
as you try, when you talk to him, you want him. Despite Taylor, despite how hurt you are over what
happened, you slip into that persona with him. You can't help it."

ED: (whispered, pained) "You're killing me here. It's been nine months. This isn't getting better this
way. I'm trying to respect you—believe you—because you were once my best mate and now
you're all he has—I envy you that--but you're putting us both through hell."

ZAYN: "If you still struggle to forget him, it means you need more time apart."
ED: "I need him to be part of my life. The change is too jarring. We need to be weaned off each
other. Keeping him forbidden like this makes it worse. Of course I'm gonna sound loved-up if I
hear his voice once a year. Of course I'm gonna sound excited and longing because I am. I get
that we're toxic for each other. Trust me, Zayn, no one gets that better than me. If you've forgotten
I was the one who got royally fucked over in this deal. I know there is absolutely no way I can be
what he needs and vice versa."

ZAYN: "Then what?!"

ED: (pleading) "He's my best friend! You took away my fiancé and my closest friend in one day.
It's difficult to recover. How can I go from seeing his face every second of every day to not
knowing how long his hair has grown and how big all my hoodies still look on him?"

ZAYN: "God, you're both so codependent, it's surprising it didn't work out."

ED: (sarcastic) "Are you that surprised, Zayn? Are you?"

ZAYN: (ignoring him) "You're needy and clingy and goddamn stubborn, the both of you."

ED: "Again, put yourself in my shoes. You'd be hurt too. You're phasing me out of his life. This is
not how people heal. It's good at the beginning because we both needed it otherwise I'd have
taken him back in a heart beat. But time has passed and we're aware of what went wrong."

ZAYN: "That's my fear. Now that you know where you messed up, you'll think you can avoid it next
time. If I let you talk to him, he'll drag you back. You know he will. You're weak when it comes to
Harry. What if he says he loves you--that he fucked up but you're the only one he's been thinking
about all these months? What if he says he'll never try again now that he knows how much it cost
him?"

ED: (gulps) "I'm in a relationship now."

ZAYN: "Don't lie to yourself, you want him as bad as that first time when you asked me if he was
gay and I, stupid, little me, let you court him."

ED: (whispered) "That's not true. I'm over him. I care but not like that..."

ZAYN: "Tell me one time you've said no to him. One time! One thing he wanted, you didn't give
him." (Ed is silent) "If you talk to him he'll convince you of a next time--"

ED: "There is no next time. I don't want him back. I just need to not feel like that part of my life
never happened. All I have is a void and what I want is the reminder that I was his boyfriend and I
had an amazing time being his boyfriend. Closure. I need closure and he sounds like he does too."

ZAYN: "No, Ed. You need closure. He needs to realize that he can manage life without you—He
needs to prove to himself that his personality does not begin and end with being yours."

ED: (getting angrier) "You give him so little credit because you think he's weak. You've always
seen him as a kid. If anyone's keeping him back, it's you Zayn and all your babying. He can't even
stop crying without help. Babies learn to self-regulate when they're two. You infantilize him
because you have a sick fetish of having people need you and you get high of seeing his pretty,
green eyes look at you like you're the only one in the world."

ZAYN: (vicious) "Oh, we're cannons ready now? Because out of the two of us, you were the one to
bathe him and feed him and allow him to call you 'daddy' so I don't know who's the one infantilizing
him. At least I teach him how to be alone. You spent your entire time convincing him to lean back
on you when things got too hard so that now he can't even stand on his own without support."

ED: "I worked with what I found—what you had been shaping him into since he was seven. You
know, it's funny because you call us codependent when you and him would be fine never speaking
to anyone ever again if you could manage an actual relationship. Your heterosexuality is the only
protective factor in what would probably be the most toxic relationship to exist."

ZAYN: "At least I have a protective factor. Yours just existed."

ED: "Not protective enough, it seems. The poison leaked anyway. I'll be shocked to see him find
anyone that can put up with you. I liked you and couldn't. No one will willingly play this twisted
game with you both where I fuck him because you can't and then he runs into your arms. You
need to step back and let him breathe if you want what's best for him. You're suffocating him
completely. In order for him to move on, he has to find someone else and you're in the way,
whether you see it or not."

ZAYN: (off guard, hurt) "I don't want to be." (more emotional, finally showing signs of breaking) "I
don't want to be the one people keep pointing fingers at. I'm stuck. I have no other choice. If I step
away, he'll call for me. He'll stumble. He'll fall—break! It's a lose-lose situation. No matter what I
do, I hurt him. So I'm doing my best and going by priority. Safety first, well-being second,
relationship third. So excuse me for rushing to his side when he's struggling to breathe. You might
have been in love with him for three years but I've loved him for fifteen."

ED: (whispered, emotional as well) "How can anyone ever compete with that? How can he ever
love anyone but you, his Prince Charming since day one?"

***

AUTHOR SPEAKS: There is a lot I can cover in this section but I'll keep it to the Bermuda
triangle, as Liam calls it. For the first time readers got to see why it was so difficult for Harry to
have both Ed and Zayn in the picture. But what I want to emphasize is the important difference
between Ed, Zayn and Louis. Ed and Zayn both indulge and infantilize Harry terribly and Harry
isn't a victim--he loves it. Nevertheless, that type of behavior makes him weak and dependent.

When it comes to Louis, Harry is the caretaker. Louis does have a louder personality but he's also
in need of someone to cling to. It is through becoming that rock for Louis that Harry empowers
himself. When he is with Louis, he isn't babied but seen as an equal. Louis gets him mad and
angry and emotional and lets Harry feel all of those by himself, for himself. With Louis, Harry has
nowhere to hide. What holds Harry back is the constant reminder that he can't take care of himself
when he can if he just tried.

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Whose side do you most agree with, Ed's or Zayn's? What does
Harry need?
=================

45. Override*

BIRTHDAY BABY: Happy Birthday to @anglina4444. This update is for her. Hope the parade
went well.

NOTE: Zayn is not in love with Harry. He platonically loves Harry because they've been childhood
friends.

***

Chapter 45: Override

Scene 1

[Changing Rooms, Walt Disney World in Florida, 7:13pm, Real Apologies Start With I'm]

LOUIS: (getting undressed, takes a deep breath, puts a smile on his face, turns towards Zayn)
"Hey, man. How was Cali?"

ZAYN: (gives him a weird look) "It was okay."

LOUIS: (gulping, fidgeting with the shirt in his hand) "You wanna go get a beer? We haven't talked
in ages. You've been avoiding me." (chuckles) "I'm always up for burgers. How 'bout it? Did you
eat today?"

ZAYN: (distant but polite) "I'll pass. Gotta be somewhere."

LOUIS: (face falling) "Oh." (tries a different approach) "Bad day, then? What happened, Gaston?"
ZAYN: "I'm really not in the mood for this."

LOUIS: "Oh, that bad. Were you..." (quoting Gaston from Beauty & the Beast) "Dismissed,
rejected, publicly humiliated?" (more dramatic, still quoting) "Why it's more than I can bear!"

ZAYN: "Louis." (calms himself a little) "Not now, please."

LOUIS: (still quoting, melodramatic) "What's the use? Nothing helps!"

ZAYN: (snappy) "Will you quit that?"

LOUIS: "Alright, alright, chill." (losing his good attitude)"I'm just trying to figure out what
happened because there sure as hell seems to be something bothering you."

ZAYN: "Right now, that's you. I'm going home. I'm in a really shitty mood. Some other time we'll
roughhouse until you're satisfied but not today."

LOUIS: "Forgive me for not knowing we run on your schedule."

ZAYN: (under his breath) "Must be a change from what you're used to, what with people lining up
to fill your agenda."

LOUIS: (stung) "You don't have to be such an ass, you know? I'm only trying to settle this dumb
issue so we're not awkwardly tiptoeing around one another anymore. We have the same friend
group. It's gonna get hard for you to constantly hate on me. I'm being mature and we both know I
don't do that often since I usually don't give a shit—"

ZAYN: "Go ahead and not give a shit then. Nothing surprising there. I'm not shocked that you care
about one person in your life and that's yourself."
LOUIS: (sharp) "Evidence of that? I care about a lot of people—"

ZAYN: "Whatever you say—"

LOUIS: "Don't interrupt me!" (Zayn silently tries to sidestep him, Louis intercepts, frustrated, blurts)
"Let's be friends again."

ZAYN: "That's not how it works."

LOUIS: "How does it work then? I don't even know what I'm supposed to say to you." (insistent)
"Tell me what I did wrong so I can apologize about it."

ZAYN: "Again, not how it works." (tries to walk away once more, Louis steps in front of him, Zayn
growls) "Louis, come on. This is dumb."

LOUIS: "Why doesn't it work like that?"

ZAYN: (losing his temper) "Because it just doesn't."

LOUIS: "Well, why the hell not?"

ZAYN: (through his teeth) "Because you're supposed to know what you did wrong. That's how
people can tell you regret it."

LOUIS: "I overreacted a little bit and said some stuff I shouldn't have said but that—what I did to
Harry—has nothing to do with you."

ZAYN: "He's my best friend. I care for him...so much—" (sighs, dropping it) "I don't expect you to
get it."
LOUIS: (rambling) "Why? Because I have no best friends? I get it just fine. I care about people so
much too. I have people like that in my life. You thought I was going to hurt him and you got angry.
But I'm not. I'm telling you now that I'm going to fix stuff."

ZAYN: "Then fix it first before coming to me."

LOUIS: "I just want you to stop making it hard for me."

ZAYN: "I'm not." (exasperated, at the end of his rope) "I'm literally just trying to keep my head
above water right now."

LOUIS: "I just got a little mad. I didn't think—"

ZAYN: (interjecting) "That's it right there, Louis. You didn't think. You never think about what your
words can do to people—what the consequences are. You shattered him. You didn't just hurt his
feelings...It's not just about a stupid, little fight. You broke him." (struggling to find words, shakes
his head) "I knew you would and you did. That's the hard part to accept. I knew it all along."

LOUIS: (caught off guard, trying to explain, desperate) "I told him I didn't mean it. I got angry—I'm
trying to apologize. It's a little hard for me but I'm trying. He keeps ignoring me."

ZAYN: "How can he not? You played him. I don't even know what you did exactly because he
won't tell me—he won't talk about it—but I know it was enough to get him to doubt everything once
again. He's back to wanting Ed now. He came back that day begging to call him and hasn't
stopped since." (ranting) "And Ed, of course, wants to sweep in and save his little princess..."

LOUIS: (grabbing the bottom of Zayn's shirt, panicked, confessing) "I confronted him about lying,
which he did. I confronted him because he wasn't going to tell me and I was so tired of keeping my
distance. I didn't say anything else—he assumed some horrible things but I said nothing...I was
just mad at the lie. Just the lie. I want to be friends with him—I never meant to—I never wanted to
lose him."
ZAYN: "Then why haven't you apologized yet?"

LOUIS: (weak, guilty) "I haven't been around...Simon changed my schedule..."

ZAYN: "He gave you a chance. He was there for you. He opened up to you. And you just kicked
him aside when you didn't need him anymore. One day you're best buds, the next he's dead to
you and why? Just because Louis Tomlinson decided he didn't wanna catch your gay."

LOUIS: (hurt) "It's not like that at all. We had a fight. He left first. He left and I let him leave. What
was I supposed to do? Chase him? Run after him? Beg him to be my friend?! I'm done begging for
friends, was done long ago."

ZAYN: "Then why even hang out with him if you didn't want to befriend him? Why give him hope?
He idolized you!"

LOUIS: "I wanted to befriend him! He was the one who stopped being friends with me. He was the
one who said I wasn't worth having as a friend. You don't know the full story. You can't judge."
(vulnerable) "You don't know what it feels like to be constantly rejected—"

ZAYN: (can't help himself) "Oh, I'm sure I don't but you of all people should know how much it
hurts to have someone you want in your life so bad tell you you're not good enough."

LOUIS: (guarded, confused) "What's that supposed to mean?"

ZAYN: "You did to Harry exactly what Stanley did to you." (softer, trying to backtrack) "Shit.
I—I'm..."

LOUIS: (flabbergasted, can't even form sentences) "How—how—did?" (realization, horrified) "Niall
told you guys!"

ZAYN: "He briefly mentioned it. No details. Just randomly. It wasn't his fault. We pushed him. We
asked. He didn't—It's my fault."
LOUIS: "He told you guys—" (gaping, breathing heavily) "I can't believe this." (stumbling
backwards, furious) "Don't you ever, ever compare me to him!" (screaming) "I would never do that
to anyone!" (emotional, wild) "What he did to me—what I suffered because of him, the utter
humiliation, the pain—I'd never wish that upon anyone." (breaking) "The thought of that
happening to Harry makes me ill."

ZAYN: (sad) "You stopped talking to him because you found out he was gay. That is the reality of
the situation. Stop hiding behind everything else and come to terms with your fears."

LOUIS: (slapped awake) "No! I..." (closes his mouth, shocked silent)

Scene 2

[Louis' Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 9:12pm, Real Friends Cant Have Friends]

LOUIS: (sitting on the floor, eyes red, clear he has been crying for hours, ashtray full of cigarette
stubs, calls Niall, as soon as the line is picked up) "How could you?" (choking) "How could you?!"

NIALL: (on the phone, confused) "Hello?"

LOUIS: "You fucker. You piece of shit mother—"

NIALL: "Louis?"

LOUIS: "I trusted you!" (desperate) "I trusted you." (losing control, face breaking, dry sobbing) "I
trusted you. I trusted you..."

NIALL: "What's happening?" (shocked) "Are you crying?!"

LOUIS: "You told them!" (hiccuping) "You told them everything. I can't believe it."

NIALL: (alarmed, worried) "Told who what? What is going on?"

LOUIS: "The boys, Liam—Zayn! You told them—" (can't even breathe properly with how riled up
he is)

NIALL: "What are you talking about? Lou, please, I'm really worried. What is this about? Are you
hurt? Is Harry hurt?"

LOUIS: "You hurt me—you betrayed me!" (screaming) "Why did you tell them about me and
Stan?!"

NIALL: (pause, moment of realization) "...I'm sorry—"

LOUIS: "So you did! You did actually tell them. Zayn wasn't lying. Ni, why?" (tears running down
his face) "I trusted you. You know how much I trusted you—You know how much these secrets
mean to me."

NIALL: (in a tough spot) "I didn't tell them anything personal—I briefly mentioned a few things, I
didn't...Nothing big. Hear me out. I'd never..." (choking, devastated) "Betray you. They cared. They
promised...They said they'd help. They wanted your best. I know they still do. I'm so sorry."

LOUIS: "I never wanted anyone to know." (rocking back and forth)"I told you out of weakness. I
slipped up. And now everyone knows. Everyone knows and they hate me!" (sniffling) "I hate you."

NIALL: "Why would you think that? What the hell happened?" (worried) "Louis, can I come over?"

LOUIS:(whispered, defeated) "Why did you do this?" (desperate, pained) "You were my only
friend... You were all I had. I wanted to trust you. I wanted you here...I need you here, you selfish
shit. I need you. I have no one else!"
NIALL: "I am here! Louis, I'll always be here. Whatever you need, I'm on your side."

LOUIS: "I don't even know what to do anymore." (hangs up, wipes at his face, lays on the floor,
trying to breathe properly, stares into space for a long time before picking up the phone again,
hands shaking badly, dials the number three times because of how much he's shaking, curses
every time he gets it wrong, finally phone against his ear, he bites the sleeve of the baseball tee,
waiting)

HARRY: (on the phone) "Hello?" (silence) "Um, hi, hello? Who is this?" (more silence, Louis
struggling to keep himself from crying, a few tears fall down his face) "Is this a prank call? I'm
getting lots of this private number calls lately..." (Louis pulls the phone away about to hang up,
suddenly) "Lou, is this you?" (startled at the sound of his name, opens his mouth, can't speak)
"Okay, this is slightly strange so I'm gonna hang up now. Call again if you need anything, random
stranger." (more silence, call drops)

LOUIS: (throws the phone against the wall) "I'm sorry goddammit!"

Scene 3

[Eleanor's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 10:23pm, Real Italians Eat Pepperoni]

LOUIS: (when she opens the door to her room) "I'm the biggest asshole in this hotel and I'm here
because no one else will have me. Feel free to slam the door in my face. I know I deserve it. And I
know you'll most likely do that. But the fact that I'm standing here nonetheless should tell you how
alone I am."

ELEANOR: (minimal hesitation) "Are you hungry? I've ordered pizza."

LOUIS: (touched, snorts) "Vegetarian?"

ELEANOR: (moves aside to let him come in) "You know it."
LOUIS: (drops the jacket on the couch, sits on the ground next to the pizza boxes) "I've seen this
episode. It's good."

ELEANOR: (sits next to him) "When is 'Jersey Shore' not good?" (plays the episode, grabs a pizza
slice) "Feel free."

LOUIS: (grabs one too, starts eating slowly, quiet) "Thank you." (they watch silently for a few
minutes, Louis finishes his slice before slowly breaking into tears, head on his knees, sobbing
uncontrollably) "I'm sorry."

ELEANOR: (moves beside him, wraps one arm on his shoulders, sad, quiet) "We can order
pepperoni if you want."

LOUIS: (between chuckling and sobbing) "Will you eat it if we do?"

ELEANOR: (smiling) "Only if you tell me what's wrong."

LOUIS: (mumbled) "I just want to be Vinny. He just has friends and no drama. For once in my life I
want to be on the sidelines, making jokes about other people fighting. I don't wanna fight
anymore... Everyone thinks I can take it—but I can't. I'm an insecure piece of shit and I can't."

Scene 4

[Zayn's' Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 11:55pm, Real Daddies Can't Tap Out]

ZAYN: (in bed, looking at the ceiling, cursing silently before putting on a slight smile) "Harry?"

HARRY: (beside him, facing away) "Mhmm?"

ZAYN: (doubting himself) "I have to uh... Can we talk about something?"
HARRY: "Sure."

ZAYN: "Could you come here for a second?" (Harry rolls around, looking at him, more worried,
Zayn gently encourages him) "Come."

HARRY: (inches closer) "Is anything wrong?" (lays face down on Zayn's chest, head on his arms)
"Did something happen?" (grinning) "Is this secret time? I like secrets."

ZAYN: (smiles at him fondly) "Not quite." (starts touching Harry's curls) "I was thinking..."

HARRY: "Yeah?"

ZAYN: (struggling, biting his lip) "Well, I was thinking today that maybe you'd like to...to spend
some time...doing your own thing."

HARRY: (slowly losing his smile, confused) "What do you mean?"

ZAYN: "Like we spend so much time together that sometimes I think you just don't get to explore,
you know? You don't get to do new stuff because I'm all boring and lazy and I'm sure you wanna
try—"

HARRY: (fully frowning, somewhat panicked) "You wanna not spend time with me?"

ZAYN: (quickly) "No, that's not it, H. It's not about—I just wonder if I'm being too—"

HARRY: (breathing quicker) "Did I do something wrong?"

ZAYN: "No, no. Nothing." (Harry tries to sit up, Zayn touches his face to keep him there) "Hey,
look, hey. Nothing will change. We'll still be best friends. You'll just spend some time—we'll be
apart for some time, like some days, and other days we'll be together. You'll have more time to do
stuff."

HARRY: (moves away, sits back on his legs) "I don't wanna do other stuff. I wanna do this."
(pouting) "Don't you wanna do stuff with me? Why can't we do stuff together?"

ZAYN: "We can do some stuff together. I just thought you'd wanna do some stuff with other
people."

HARRY: "I wanna do everything with you."

ZAYN: (opens his mouth, closes it, sighs) "Well, I... I'm not good at doing everything. Some things
you wanna do, other people could be better at doing. Like going to the movies. You love going to
the movies and I rarely go with you. Or—"

HARRY: (hurt, whiny) "No!" (slides out of bed) "No. You're wrong..." (walks towards his bag to pull
out his pack of cigarettes) "Why is this coming up? What did I do?" (doesn't wait for a response,
walks out into the balcony)

ZAYN: (sighs heavily, palming his face) "Harry! Can you come back here? We were talking..."

HARRY: (walks back in, cigarette in his fingers) "If you wanna kick me out of your life, just do it.
Rip the band-aid off."

ZAYN: (sits up on bed) "Don't come inside with that. The fire alarm will go off. Put it out." (patting
the bed) "And sit."

HARRY: (walks back out, doesn't seem to hurry, takes a couple more drags, flicks the cigarette
away, comes in) "Do you need to spend more time with Perrie? Is she mad at me?" (pacing) "I
thought we had a good time when you were gone. She seemed fine. She seemed to understand
that some weeks I have more trouble being alone than others and that's why I stay with you."
ZAYN: "She's not the reason at all. She never mentioned anything."

HARRY: (turns towards him) "So it's you then. You want to spend less time with me. I'm
suffocating you."

ZAYN: (blurts) "I'm suffocating you!" (Harry seems stunned) "Apparently." (sighs) "Look, I just want
what's best for you."

HARRY: (pouting) "You." (walks up to him, sits on the bed, leans into him, cuddles into his chest)
"You are."

ZAYN: (wraps his arms around him) "Not always."

HARRY: (stern) "Yes, always."

ZAYN: "Harry—"

HARRY: "No!" (grips his shirt) "Why are you trying to make us fight?"

ZAYN: (struggling) "I'm not—It's just—What if you don't know yet, what's best? And I don't know.
And neither of us knows." (Harry whines like a little kid) "Don't do that."

HARRY: "What?"

ZAYN: "Don't get like this. I'm trying to have a conversation—Harry, will you look at me?" (Harry
mumbles 'no') "Harry." (losing his temper a little) "Harry, I'm trying to talk to you here. Sit up like an
adult."

HARRY: (yanks away) "You're hurting me!" (slumps face down on the bed, head in his arms) "I
don't like you anymore." (almost babbling) "You don't love me..."
ZAYN: (exasperated) "Harry, enough. We're not playing this game. Sit up and quit this shit."

HARRY: (screeching, mock sobbing, wailing) "Ed was better at this!"

ZAYN: (furious) "Enough!" (crawls to him, grabs his arm to pull him up) "Behave."

HARRY: (pulls his arm away, face in the mattress) "Leave me alone. You're hurting me. You're
supposed to be soft!"

ZAYN: (clear he's holding back his temper, moving away) "And you're supposed to be twenty-two.
Sit up and act your age. This is embarrassing."

HARRY: (silent, tearing up, curling into his side, facing away, quietly) "I don't know what to do..."

ZAYN: (easing up) "Come here and we'll figure it out together."

HARRY: (tries to make himself smaller) "I want to go to my room."

ZAYN: (hurt, gulping) "Okay...as long as you leave your phone here."

HARRY: (whispered) "Okay." (gets up, crouches next to his bag to look for it)

ZAYN: (regretful, wasn't expecting that answer) "Harry..."

HARRY: (stands up, puts his phone on the bed, never looking at Zayn) "Here. Keep it. I don't need
it much anyway." (picks up his bag)

ZAYN: (hurries off the bed to follow Harry towards the door) "Wait, hey, wait, baby—"
HARRY: (vicious) "Don't call me that!" (glaring at him) "Don't you fucking dare call me that. He
calls me that because he can hold me and comfort me and put up with me when I get stupid and
embarrassing. You have no right. I'm his baby—I'll never be yours."

ZAYN: (stunned) "Harry, I'm trying my best." (walks closer to him) "You don't need someone to put
up with you because you don't need to get like that at all."

HARRY: (looking down, pained) "You don't get it."

ZAYN: (takes him in his arms) "I do. I get it more than anyone. What makes you act like that is the
fear that you'll lose someone. That's your defense mechanism because after all, who would leave
behind a baby—" (mumbled against Harry's hair) "A small, fragile, little baby."

HARRY: (shaking) "Are you leaving?"

ZAYN: "No, I'm not. That's why you don't need to persuade me to stay."

HARRY: "Then why are we having this talk?"

ZAYN: "Ed isolated you. I don't wanna do the same. If you promise me you'll try harder to branch
out, I'll promise you, I'll never leave."

HARRY: "And if I can't branch out, you'll leave?"

ZAYN: (closes his eyes, holds him tighter) "I said try. Just try, okay?"

HARRY: (hugging him back) "Okay."

***
 AUTHOR SPEAKS: It has been a long couple of chapters. But it's important to get all the issues
out on the table first so then they are ready to be fixed. Louis and Harry have to be stripped of all
their past go-to shields before they can grow. What's important to notice in this chapter is that it's
not all Zayn's fault (or Ed's) and that they are perhaps as weak as they are controlling when it
comes to Harry. Harry is very comfortable in the life he's chosen and it's difficult to show him better
when he's reluctant to learn. Many people don't understand how hard it is to get out of
relationships and patterns. It'll take some learning before Harry can find better ways to express
himself.

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: What do you make of Harry's reaction? Are there parts of him
that purposefully keep the rivalry between Ed and Zayn going?

=================

46. Overload

Chapter 46: Overload

Scene 1

[Changing Rooms, Walt Disney World in Florida, 7:18am, Coffee, Tea or Tears?]

HARRY: (comes in, notices Louis is in the room, tries to walk out casually but half-slams on the
door) "Ouch."

LOUIS: (stops his pacing around the room to look up) "You okay there?"

HARRY: (flushed, squeaky) "Fine. Fine. Was just... Checking something..." (rigidly walks back in
and towards his locker, eyes down) "Good morning."

LOUIS: "Good morning."

HARRY: "Uh, good day? I mean how's the day going?" (trying to hurry opening his locker, keeps
messing up the combination)

LOUIS: (lightly) "The day hasn't started."

HARRY: (finally gets it open, relieved to have that barrier to hide behind) "Right."

LOUIS: (long silence as Harry shoves himself in the costume, Louis shuffles awkwardly, opening
and closing his mouth three times before voice comes out) "How's your day?"

HARRY: (breathy, forced chuckle) "Hasn't started either..."

LOUIS: (snorts, uncomfortable) "Right."

HARRY: (working on his hair, practically out of breath with how fast he's moving) "Right then, well,
I'll see you around some time—day..." (shoves everything in the locker, slams it shut accidentally,
startlingly loud noise) "I didn't...mean that to... Wind...Ow. The window—"

LOUIS: "Is not open..." (smiling) "You can spare the extra two seconds it takes to close it gently."

HARRY: (awkward) "Sorry. I didn't expect it to..." (head down, speeding towards the door) "Have a
good day."

LOUIS: (watching him leave, regretful, mumbles) "You too..." (after a pause) "Hey, if you wanna
get dinner..." (silence) "Sometime... Tonight..." (sighs, sarcastically) "That went well..."

Scene 2

[Main Street, Walt Disney World in Florida, 9:23am, Daddy Dead]

JACK: (walking next to Harry, who is taking him to daycare, hyper and bouncing) "Is Hades
coming back today?"

HARRY: (tiredly) "I don't know..."

JACK: (following him, excited) "Is he still in the Underworld?"

HARRY: "I don't know, Jackie."

JACK: "Why don't you go to the Underworld to get him?"

HARRY: "Because the Underworld is far and I have to be here with you guys."

JACK: "Will he come back tomorrow?"

HARRY: "Maybe."

JACK: "When will he come back if not tomorrow?"

HARRY: (frustrated, holding it in) "I really don't know. I don't know anything."

JACK: "Why don't you know?"

HARRY: (snappy) "Because I don't, okay?!" (Jack pouts, cocking his head sideways) "I'm sorry.
That was mean of me, raising my voice. Hercules is just tired because he hasn't slept in ages..."

JACK: (Jack nods, stays quiet for a minute before blurting again) "Is Hades dead?"
HARRY: "What? No."

JACK: "Is he in the river of ghosts? Because people die in the river of ghosts, you know?"

HARRY: "I know but he's not in the river of ghosts."

JACK: "Did you throw him in the river of ghosts like in the movie?"

HARRY: "No..." (thinking) "Yes."

JACK: (shocked, high pitched) "Yes?! But why? He was nice now!"

HARRY: "He became bad again."

JACK: (hands on his mouth) "He tricked you?"

HARRY: (smiling sadly) "He tricked me."

JACK: "When will Hades not be dead?"

HARRY: (laughs, holds his hand out for Jack to take) "Tomorrow."

JACK: "Tomorrow?"

HARRY: "Yes, tomorrow."

JACK: (smiling widely) "Okay. And you will be here too tomorrow? You and Hades will be
together?"
HARRY: (teasing) "If I don't throw him in the river of ghosts again."

Scene 3

[McDonalds, Walt Disney World in Florida, 2:15pm, Shakes & Shocks]

SANDY: (sitting down, no food in front of him, rambling excitedly) "I'm telling you they will love this
one—this idea, this is it, Louis. Josh and I will present it well. I think we have it in the bag and then
ta-da, no more Disney. One idea is all it takes after all..."

LOUIS:"If you say so."

SANDY: "What, no cynical comments about the utter stupidity of it all?"

LOUIS: (shrugs weakly, eating his french fries) "Could work."

SANDY: "You really think so or you're too lazy to tell me why it won't?"

LOUIS: "Both."

SANDY: (snorts) "What's up? You've been down lately."

LOUIS: "Tired. Shifts get longer with summer coming..."

SANDY: "They seem longer. The hours don't change."

LOUIS: (shrugs again) "Seem longer then. They seem endless." (sighs, throws the fry he's holding
down) "This job is endless."
SANDY: "Heavy without alcohol. You must be on your period."

LOUIS: "I wish. At least that has an end. Unlike the shifts and the eternity of this contract and the
irritation that comes with both."

SANDY: "How's Harry?"

LOUIS: "Who knows?" (quiet then while looking at the table) "Why bring it up?"

SANDY: "I just saw him so I thought—"

LOUIS: (head flings up, alert) "Where?"

SANDY: (nods towards the counter where Harry is ordering, smiling widely at the boy working it)
"Wanna call him over? I don't mind—"

LOUIS: (immediately, looking back at Sandy) "No!" (realizes how sharp that was) "No, I mean,
he's probably busy."

SANDY: (raising an eyebrow) "We could always ask."

LOUIS: "Don't. He's busy."

SANDY: "Alright, man. Don't burst a blood vessel by any means." (joking) "I didn't know you
wanted this to be a date so bad."

LOUIS: (quietly) "We're not really on speaking terms."

SANDY: "You and Styles?"

LOUIS: "Yeah."

SANDY: "I thought you weren't speaking to Niall."

LOUIS: "And Niall."

SANDY: "Ah."

LOUIS: (mumbled) "And Zayn...Liam...the whole gang basically."

SANDY: "Yikes. What got you voted of the island?"

LOUIS: (chuckles dryly) "I did all the voting. It's a whole mess of a story..." (looks back to see
Harry wave goodbye, milkshake in his hand) "Got blown out of proportion. Unnecessary drama."
(bites his lip, following Harry with his eyes) "It's like cast members feed on it." (Harry exits without
turning around once, Louis looks at Sandy again) "I think they're hoping MTV will catch on and
give us our own personal Real World."

SANDY: "The Real World: Disney, I dig. I think we should do it."

LOUIS: "It should be another one of your horse-shit ideas."

SANDY: (grabs his hand) "There you are."

LOUIS: (smacks Sandy's palm away) "What does that tell you if your ideas are so bad they bring
out the sarcasm in me even when I'm depressed."

SANDY: "You're depressed?"

LOUIS: "Nah, not seriously."

SANDY: "If you're really worried—"

LOUIS: "Sandy...come on."

SANDY: "I'm just saying..."

LOUIS: "If you suggest a counselor, wait in line behind Simon, Niall and Luke. I'm not seeing one."
(stretching, getting up) "And I'm not depressed. I'm just annoyed at having lost my xbox buddy,
drinking buddy and ride home." (snorts) "Zayn can suck my ass."

SANDY: (also standing) "First of all, not to be too anatomical here but you can't suck ass."

LOUIS: (shoving him playfully) "You'd know."

SANDY: "Yes, since I've tried." (as they step out, after a pause in conversation) "It's interesting
though."

LOUIS: "What is?"

SANDY: "The effect he has on you, even on a subconscious level. It's immediate."

LOUIS: "What are you talking about? Is this a philosophical treatise because I'm starting to wonder
why I attract these people?"

SANDY: "Because you go on monologues yourself and need someone to banter with intellectually.
You can't stand dumb people."
LOUIS: "Accurate. What was the topic of this one?"

SANDY: "Harry and how he's your opiate. Even seeing him briefly improves your mood."

LOUIS: "Do you have trials on this new hypothesis of yours? We can't prescribe drugs without
proof, murse."

SANDY: (rolling his eyes) "No trials. Just correlational studies."

LOUIS: "Do tell."

SANDY: "You stopped working shifts with him and now you whine about work every second of
every day. I'm ready to do statical testing on that. The effect size would be huge. I'd only need one
person to attain significance."

LOUIS: "Could be a third variable."

SANDY: "Yes, and that third variable is the fact that as much as you hate admitting it, you live off
of guy friends."

LOUIS: "Are you trying to make a point here? Because I think Niall has already made this one. I
don't hate women. I love women. I fuck women. That means I love them."

SANDY: (makes a face) "No, it doesn't... But that's not the point or my point. I'm saying you love
hanging out with mates."

LOUIS: (sarcastic) "Wow, a revolutionary insight, boys wanting to hang out with boys...call the
BBC, this is news!"

SANDY: "Look, I don't know what Harry has because I'm not friends with him but he has
something that you like and others lack thus hanging out with him makes you feel better."

LOUIS: (sassy) "Write your thesis on this. A PhD is in sight."

SANDY: "Oh whatever." (scoffing) "Pretentious jerk."

LOUIS: "Armchair philosopher."

SANDY: "Talk to him. That's an order."

LOUIS: "Armchair king."

SANDY: "I'm serious. Either talk to him or a counselor or I'll cut you off too."

LOUIS: "Armchair dictator."

SANDY: "Louis!"

LOUIS: (mocking) "Louis... Christ, man, when did we get married?"

SANDY: (throwing his arms in the air) "You're hopeless." (walking away, turns around a final time)
"Talk to him." (points to Louis) "Or you'll have hell to pay."

LOUIS: (bored) "Hades is terrified."

Scene 4

[Cinderella Castle, Walt Disney World in Florida, Next Day, 12:15pm, Tomorrow Is Today]
HARRY: (softly) "Louis?"

LOUIS: (without looking back) "What's up?" (turns around, notices it's Harry, stunned) "Hi..."

HARRY: (visibly uncomfortable, looking down, rambling) "I noticed you weren't feeling well lately
and I just wanted to say that—that—that..." (takes a deep breath, clearly struggling) "That if you
want to talk to someone..." (words folded into one another, said at breakneck speed) "I'm always
there and ready to listen and help no matter what happens and—" (catches his breath) "I hope that
everything gets better soon and you start smiling again." (gulps, voice weak) "I made you
brownies." (shoves a container towards Louis, it's shaking with Harry's hands, Louis hesitates
before grabbing it at which point Harry yanks his arms back) "Okay. I'm going to go now." (turns
around and walks away never once having looked at Louis' face)

LOUIS: "Wait." (Harry doesn't stop, Louis follows him a few steps before catching himself) "You
should smile too."

HARRY: (still looking ahead and walking) "I will if you do..."

LOUIS: (smiles without noticing, holds the container tighter against his torso, mumbles to himself,
still smiling) "Okay then." (sees Harry walking, lingers on his feet, obvious his torn, finally) "Harry,
wait!"

HARRY: (stops but doesn't turn around) "I really have to..."

LOUIS: (runs up and around to stand in front of him) "Do you want a brownie?"

HARRY: (blushing, looking down) "I uh made them for you..."

LOUIS: "But I wanna share them with you. Do you want one?"

HARRY: (soft, still not looking at him) "Yeah... But I ate a couple in the car..." (more embarrassed)
"Couldn't resist..."

LOUIS: (chuckles) "Sneaky." (opens the container, pulls one out, offers it to Harry) "Have another
one and if you want more, you can just find me."

HARRY: (holding the brownie, picking off chunks off it with his fingers and putting them in his
mouth) "Okay..." (silence, Harry breaks off another piece, gingerly offers it to Louis) "Here. I'll
share too."

LOUIS: (Louis rolls his eyes, smile on his face, grabs the chunk, puts it in his mouth) "You're so
weird, you know that?"

HARRY: (shrugs) "So you've said." (gives him another chunk, puts the rest in his mouth) "I go
now." (walks away)

LOUIS: (amused) "Bye?"

Scene 5

[Outside Simba's Cub-house Childcare, Walt Disney World in Florida, Next Day, 2:15pm, Mommy
& Daddy]

JONAH: (walks up to Louis shyly, shuffles on his feet before speaking up softly) "Can I have one?"

LOUIS: (sitting down on the stairs, looks up, surprised, smiles) "Hi buddy. You want a brownie?"

JONAH: (nods) "Please?"

LOUIS: "Sure. Come." (opens the container, mostly empty, pulls one out) "Here. Are your hands
clean though?" (Jonah nods) "Okay, I'll believe you but next time you need to wash them."
JONAH: (giddy) "I will..." (grabs the brownie, delighted) "Thank you!"

LOUIS: (picks him up, puts him on his lap) "Where's your mommy? Are you here alone?"

JONAH: "I'm here with her—" (points at Eleanor who is standing further away, waiting, hand on
her waist)

ELEANOR: "Are you done, Jonah? We have to go back now."

LOUIS: (whispering, mock fear) "The witch wants to take you!"

JONAH: (giggling in his lap, mouth and fingers full of chocolate) "She's not a witch. She's a
princess."

LOUIS: "Nah-uh. She's an evil, tricky witch." (looks up at Eleanor) "Hey, Sabrina, you've come to
take my son? He's mine." (cuddles Jonah tighter, the child laughs) "All mine."

ELEANOR: "I think you're supposed to be the bad guy but correct me if I'm wrong here, Jonah."

JONAH: "Everyone knows Hades is the funnest."

LOUIS: "Yes, witch, everyone."

ELEANOR: (sits beside Louis) "Why is he the funnest?"

JONAH: (hands in the air, jumping on Louis' lap) "Because he sings and has candy!" (to Louis,
touching his face with dirty hands, Louis pretends to lick them, Jonah withdraws them back,
shrieking) "Yuck! Don't eat me."
LOUIS: (smiles) "I will if you taste all chocolaty."

JONAH: "Did your mommy make the brownies?"

LOUIS: "No. My friend did. Does your mommy makes brownies?"

JONAH: "Yes, and cookies and apple pie and cupcakes for my birthday only." (confused) "Why did
your friend make you brownies?"

LOUIS: "Well, why does your mommy make you brownies?"

JONAH: "Because she loves me."

LOUIS: "Same reason, I guess." (Eleanor smiles at him)

JONAH: (makes a face) "No. Only moms can love people."

LOUIS: (both Louis and Eleanor laugh) "Well, my friend is a bit of a mom so it all makes sense
now."

Scene 6

[Cinderella Castle, Walt Disney World in Florida, 12:15pm, Cupcakes > Brownies]

LOUIS: (after a few minutes of walking in silence, suddenly) "You know how you said you saw
Harry at a club?"

LUKE: "Yup."
LOUIS: "You meant gay club, didn't you?"

LUKE: "Yup."

LOUIS: (groans) "Why is this my life?"

LUKE: "I wanted to tell you—"

LOUIS: "But it was amusing not to?"

LUKE: "Yup."

LOUIS: (scoffs) "I understand...I'd be laughing too, I guess, if I wasn't the one acting the fool."

LUKE: "It was cute. Everyone found it cute."

LOUIS: "Not Zayn. I think he made a point of telling me how 'not cute' I was." (sipping on his
milkshake) "Ruining my life ever since."

LUKE: "I don't understand how you and him don't get along. He's so chill and nice with everyone."

LOUIS: "This is not making me feel any better."

LUKE: "You've picked up milkshakes. All that diary'll go to your thighs."

LOUIS: "Speaking of things not making me feel any better... Everything that comes out of your
dick-eating mouth."

LUKE: (chuckling) "Birthing hips."

LOUIS: "Quit it while you still can."

LUKE: "Didn't know you liked children this much."

LOUIS: (rolling his eyes) "Yes, will you seed me pregnant?"

LUKE: "I'll let Harry do all the seeding."

LOUIS: (stiffens for a second before relaxing again) "He would be a great dad, more like a mom
really. He's the naggy one in our duo, always worrying about the kids getting hurt and learning
how to say fuck and poking each other in the eye with light sabers..." (to himself) "Gosh, I miss
working with the idiot."

LUKE: "Go back then."

LOUIS: "I will. No doubt about that. The loser should enjoy the time he has off because when I
return, I'll be working his ass off—That sounded so, so wrong. Dear Jesus, send the flood early to
cleanse me off that imagery."

LUKE: (amused, biting his lip) "That's what he said...?"

LOUIS: "Don't even."

LUKE: "What's with the wait? Suspense?" (creepy voice) "He'll never know what hit him."

LOUIS: (takes a deep breath, blushes as he speaks) "I'm going to make him cupcakes..." (grits it
out) "As an apology..." (flushed red) "But I don't really know how to cook—" (rambling furiously)
"And the instructions are stupid and they keep saying words I don't get and what the hell is a
cupcake pan and how do people just happen to have one lying around?"
LUKE: (holding in his laughter) "Domestic Louis..." (nodding, giggling) "I like it."

LOUIS: (palming his face dramatically) "Just help me find a cupcake pan..."

LUKE: "El probably has one. Or Liam." (Louis raises his eyes to make a face, Luke elaborates)
"He cooks a ton. Zayn says it's because Sophia has forced him into being a housewife."

LOUIS: "Don't really wanna knock there yet. Liam and Sophia are doing their mate-hate dance of
fighting with each other only to have wild sex right after. It is truly scarrifying."

LUKE: "Not back together yet?"

LOUIS: "Nope. He's trying to hold on to some of his dignity this time around..." (looking at his
milkshake) "Should I get another one?" (pause, opens up) "It helps to drink shakes."

LUKE: "Hm?"

LOUIS: "With the drinking. When I feel like getting drunk I get myself a shake and feel more in
control..." (chuckles) "I'd rather be fat then a drunk, I guess."

LUKE: (serious) "It's good that you're keeping to that despite everything that's happened."

LOUIS: "I've wanted to so many times—so many times. Couple of nights ago, I had to throw all my
beer cans out of the window." (Luke seems worried) "The back area where people won't get killed
when a flying can gets lodged into their skull. Give me some credit." (Luke seems grossed out) "All
that money... But I know that drinking to be happy is only going to make me feel worse the next
day. With how shit things have turned out, I'm not sure I can handle more guilt."

LUKE: "It'll work out, you know? Cupcakes fix everything."

LOUIS: (teasing) "I thought your job was to make me feel bad."

LUKE: "Lots of competition for that position recently." (Louis gives him the middle finger) "Besides,
rumor has it Zayn feels like shit so you've moved to his 'poor-little-hurt-baby' list. He'll apologize to
you soon."

LOUIS: "Ha. Zayn petting me is the last thing I need..." (more to himself) "Harry's pretty good at
petting... I wouldn't mind that. Especially in the morning." (buries his face in his hands, blushing) "I
need to stop talking about Harry."

LUKE: "You mean you need to start again? We've missed your long monologues about how if he
was a girl, he'd be pretty and you'd take him home to mother."

LOUIS: (opens his mouth, speechless, closes it, opens it again) "...I only said that once."
(mortified) "I was drunk." (Luke's laughing) "And it was three sentences long."

LUKE: "Seven."

LOUIS: "Nope three..." (grumpily) "Some were joined together by a silent semi-colon." (sighing
melodramatically) "He probably doesn't even like cupcakes!"

=================

47. Overreact

Chapter 47:Overreact

[PULSE Night Club, Orange Blossom Trail, Orlando, 1:12am, Who Saw That Coming?]

LOUIS: (leaning on the bar, holding a fruity drink) "It's not because he's gay."
LUKE: "As you've said."

LOUIS: "It's not."

LUKE: (rolling his eyes over exaggeratedly) "Multiple times."

LOUIS: "No one seems to get it. They think it's because he's gay that I stopped talking to him—as
if I'm scared of gay people or something. That's ridiculous. Why would I be scared of gay people?"

LUKE: (sipping on his cocktail, indulging him) "Completely ridiculous."

LOUIS:"Dumb!"

LUKE: "Super dumb."

LOUIS:"Scapegoating."

LUKE: "Whatever that means."

LOUIS: (throwing him an annoyed look) "Be serious. This is actually a big deal in my life. I don't
want it to be but it is. So the least you could do is take me seriously."

LUKE: "No, I am."

LOUIS: "And don't drink. You're eighteen for god's sake."

LUKE: "Not in this bar, I'm not."

LOUIS: "How can they not tell it's a fake? You look—"

LUKE: "If you say anything other than eighteen..." (mock thug accent) "Oh boy, you in trouble."

LOUIS: "Young. You look young. But I suppose who cares about that as long as you're attractive.
They need the fresh meat to lure in rich, lonely grandpas. I'm disgusted."

LUKE: "Straight clubs have promoters. Gay clubs have promoters. Nothing changes. There'll
always be people trying to sell your looks without your permission but at least you get a free night
out of it."

LOUIS: "I didn't say it was different in straight clubs. I just don't have anyone I particularly care
about there while here I'd like for my protege not to be sold to anyone preferably."

LUKE: (cuddling up to him, cooing) "Aww, Louis cares. I am cared for by Louis. Louis is—"

LOUIS: "Yeah, yeah. We got it." (Luke moves away, grinning smugly) "You look like you could be
my son."

LUKE: "Woah there, daddy. I look young but not that young. If they thought anything in those
lanes, it would not be a biological sort of daddy."

LOUIS: "What other daddies are there?" (Luke smirks at him, Louis shakes his head) "I don't
wanna know."

LUKE: (provoking him) "Because you're scared of gay people."

LOUIS: "I'm not!"

LUKE: (laughing) "I was joking. Relax. You don't have anything to prove to me."
LOUIS: "If I was scared of gay people I wouldn't be friends with you."

LUKE: (teasing him) "You're friends with me so I can be your token gay friend? So you have that 'I
got nothing against gay people, my friend is gay' excuse all phobes use?"

LOUIS: (frowning) "I'm not a phobe. You think I'm a homophobe?"

LUKE: "You think I'd hang out with you if you were?"

LOUIS: "Exactly! Tell them that. Tell them I'm a very pro-gay person who likes having gay friends."

LUKE: "Tell them yourself."

LOUIS: "I have! And they don't believe me." (throws back the rest of his drink, cringes at the brain
freeze, puts the glass on the bar) "It's like they wanna pin me as the bad guy. I'm always the bad
guy."

LUKE: "Oh, the villain paranoia is back." (more serious) "Look, if you really wanna prove to them
that you're fine with Harry being gay, just be fine with Harry being gay."

LOUIS: "I am fine with Harry being gay."

LUKE: "Why don't you talk to him then?"

LOUIS: "Because...that has nothing to do with him being gay." (groans, places his face in his
hands) "It's not as simple as you'd think."

LUKE: "But dragging yourself to a gay club with me is?"

LOUIS: "I'm proving a point."

LUKE: (motioning out) "To whom exactly? It's just you, me and all these gay men literally, literally
eating your ass with their eyes."

LOUIS: (mocking) "Literally..." (signaling for another drink) "Good to know."

LUKE: "What are you going to do? Get up on stage tomorrow during the parade and announce to
the world you went to a gay bar?"

LOUIS: "Not a bad idea." (taking a sip of his drink) "That'll teach them. Drinks cost you your
organs here."

LUKE: (barks a laugh) "You pretend you have to buy your own when really, Lou, give anyone in
this place a side-glance and you'll have three right in front of you."

LOUIS: "You flatter me." (finishing his second drink to get some courage before his next question)
"So...does Harry come here often?"

LUKE: (distracted, smiling at a random boy) "Hmm?" (turns towards Louis in realization, throws a
hand around him, smirking) "Oh...Is that what we're doing?"

LOUIS: (shrugging him off) "What?"

LUKE: "Stalking your boyfriend to see if he's fooling around with other men."

LOUIS: (blushing, shoves him away) "I'm just asking to get to know you guys better. "

LUKE: (amused) "Us gays?"

LOUIS: (grasping for straws) "I noticed you liked gay bars and wondered if he did too, that's all."

LUKE: "Some straight people like bars. Some don't. Variety. Some gay people—"

LOUIS: "Shut up."

LUKE: (laughing) "Yeah, he's around. A lot more these last few weeks. He comes often but stays
little. Usually just a drink or two, talks to a few people. I don't know much. I don't run the same
circles. He's VIP a lot, bottle service and such."

LOUIS: "Simon must really be paying him well for extra hours if he can afford that."

LUKE: "He knows people." (pointing with the hand holding the glass) "Up there, that's the VIP
section. Rich kids usually, some sugar daddies."

LOUIS: "He hangs around sugar daddies?!"

LUKE: "No, no." (incredulous) "Does he look like the type to you?"

LOUIS: (rambling, looking around the club) "I don't know what he does in his free time. I don't
know anything about him. I don't know what his type is or what type he's looking for. I don't know
what he was looking for with me..."

LUKE: "Company. He was lonely. He doesn't have many friends and you came along. I assume
he loved spending time with you because you were pretty cool and because it meant he wasn't
going to the movies by himself."

LOUIS: "He does that?"

LUKE: (shrugs) "I don't know. I was trying to make a point. You shouldn't make a big deal out of
him seeming like he wanted to always be around—I know you have commitment issues..."
LOUIS:"It wasn't about that. I didn't mind him being around. I was the one going to his room. If
anything, I was always around. But that's the point. I didn't want to make him think that I was
depended on him or something."

LUKE: (knowingly) "Louis' pride."

LOUIS: (trying to convince himself) "I'm not. Dependent, that is. I liked his company but I'm okay
without it."

LUKE: "So why do you care if he comes here or not then?"

LOUIS: "I was just curious. Didn't wanna run into him."

LUKE: "Or did you?"

LOUIS: "I don't want him getting the wrong idea."

LUKE: "He won't. Trust me. We smell the straight on men and some gays love that—going for the
impossible—and some don't bother at all, immediate turn off. Harry's in the second category. After
his ex, definitely second category."

LOUIS: (curious) "What happened with his ex?"

LUKE: "He's dating a girl now. Harry's furious. Rumor has it that is."

LOUIS: "A girl?"

LUKE: "Yup. He's bi apparently and in a pretty happy relationship with a blond, country singer."
LOUIS: "How do you know all this?"

LUKE: "People talk. People gossip. Harry's a bit of a hot subject around these parts of town. He
has to be. Anyone who has eyes wants to hit on him so wherever you go there are people asking if
he's single or why he's single or for how much longer he'll be single. Honestly, all that messy back
story probably helps him."

LOUIS: (clipped) "He gets hit on a lot?"

LUKE: "A whole lot."

LOUIS: (pursing his lips, gulping) "They get physical with him?"

LUKE: "Touch him you mean? Sometimes."

LOUIS: (temper flaring) "Sometimes?!"

LUKE: "His butt gets slapped once in a while but it's rare. The bouncers will kick people out when
that happens."

LOUIS: (angry, his knuckles crack in his fist without him noticing) "He doesn't do anything about
it?"

LUKE: "Depends on who it is. When they're big and tough, you don't wanna get involved. A guy
got harassed outside a club once by a group of rugby players just because he rejected one earlier
in the night. They'd have raped him if the bouncers didn't show up. The story has everyone re-
thinking things. You don't wanna get yourself in a situation you'll regret, especially if you're walking
around alone."

LOUIS: (furious in concern) "He comes alone? Is he retarded? What the hell is he thinking?"
LUKE: (shrugs) "I don't know, Louis. I don't know anything about his group."

LOUIS: "He doesn't have a group! He's a confused, oblivious, dumb, innocent baby and all these
disgusting pricks are gonna take advantage of him and then I'm going to have to murder them with
my own bare hands. And when I go to jail, I'll get butt-raped every thursday and mouth-raped
every sunday."

LUKE: (gaping) "Well...when you put it like that..." (serious) "I'm sure he can take care of himself.
Zayn wouldn't have let him out otherwise. No one's more protective than Zayn."

LOUIS: "I am. I'm the most protective SOB out there and this has just about made me think of
locking him in a room forever."

LUKE: (shaking his head, smile on his face) "You and him, man...something else completely."
(taking a sip of his drink) "Don't know what but I don't think you do either."

Scene 2

[Outside PULSE Night Club, Orange Blossom Trail, Orlando, 2:21am, Who Didn't See That
Coming?]

LUKE: (wary) "Louis..."

LOUIS: "What? I'm not done yet." (shows him the cigarette between his fingers) "We'll get back in
the hellhole soon enough. Don't get so thirsty."

LUKE: "No...Harry's here."

LOUIS: "Huh?" (flips around to look at where Luke is pointing, Harry's walking towards the bar with
two other boys, chuckling lightly, completely oblivious) "Well, won't you look at that?"
LUKE: "Will you say hi?"

LOUIS: "Oh, I'll say hi alright."

LUKE: "Louis, don't start a fight."

LOUIS: "Get back inside."

LUKE: (insistent) "Louis, I'm serious. Don't pick a fight." (descending into stressed)"I come here
often. I don't wanna get kicked out."

LOUIS: "Then go back inside like I told you."

LUKE: (steps in front of him) "Are you joking right now? You've drank. This is dumb. You know this
is dumb. Let him go in and we'll leave, pretend this never happened. Come on, let's just leave,
please." (grabs his forearm, pull him lightly) "I don't like fights."

LOUIS: "I won't start a fight. Go inside."

LUKE: (pouting) "Louis, please. Don't do this."

LOUIS: "I won't get in a fight. I promise. I won't do anything to him. Please, if you trust me, get
back inside. I don't want you associated with me just in case because I don't want anything to
happen to you."

LUKE: (worried) "Will anything happen to you?!"

LOUIS: "No, but I'm not coming back here again. I'm allowed to have a reputation. You need to be
protected. Go back inside."
LUKE: "Louis, I don't like this."

LOUIS: "I know you don't so I'll keep it short. I'll go say hi and come back. You order a drink in the
meantime and wait for me at the bar."

LUKE: "You'll come back?"

LOUIS: "I'll come back. Now go." (pushes him towards the bar, watches as Luke turns around a
few times to throw him worried glances but disappears inside the door. Harry approaches the
bouncer, still oblivious, flashing him his ID, other two boys behind him chattering, Louis stomps
closer to them, cigarette between his lips, hands in his jacket pockets) "Hey Styles." (Harry's eyes
flicker to his, widen in surprise then confusion) "Come here for a second, princess."

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48. Over My Dead Body

Chapter 48: Over My Dead Body

LOUIS: "I'll come back. Now go." (pushes him towards the bar, watches as Luke turns around a
few times to throw him worried glances but disappears inside the door. Harry approaches the
bouncer, still oblivious, flashing him his ID, other two boys behind him chattering, Louis stomps
closer to them, cigarette between his lips, hands in his jacket pockets) "Hey Styles." (Harry's eyes
flicker on his, widen in surprise then confusion) "Come here for a second, princess."

FRIEND #1: (groaning) "Ugh, the never-ending stream of assholes..."

FRIEND #2: (to Harry, touching him gently on the back) "Ignore him."

FRIEND #1: "We'll get inside."

HARRY: "No, wait."

FRIEND #1: "He's just another drunk, trying to get your attention."

HARRY: "No, no. I know him."

FRIEND #2: (surprised) "You know him?"

HARRY: "Yeah, wait..." (to Louis, more breathy, unsure, looking around) "What are you doing
here?"

LOUIS: "I'm waiting for you to come so I suggest you do that."

BOUNCER: "Is this punk bothering you because I can kindly show him the back door."

HARRY: (urgently) "No. That won't be necessary. He's fine. I know him. We're...colleagues. I just
didn't expect him to be here, that's all."

FRIEND #2: "Liam?"

LOUIS: (bitter) "Not quite though I know Harry'd have loved for it to be Liam since he drips wet on
the floor at the sight of him. I'm Louis. I don't care for your names but I'd like to borrow your crown
jewel for a few moments if you don't mind? I'll bring him back in one piece don't you worry."

FRIEND #1: "We do mind actually. We're going to go in. If you wanna talk, walk your ass inside."

LOUIS: "You walk your ass inside before my foot walks into your ass."

BOUNCER: "If you don't want trouble, twink, move along."

LOUIS: "I'm not a twink or whatever that means in gay. Shut your trap."

BOUNCER: (rolling his eyes) "Alright, twink."

LOUIS: "Shut your trap, I said."

HARRY: (through his teeth) "Louis."

FRIEND #2: "The kid's got some nerve. Who even is he?"

FRIEND #1: "I've never seen him before."

LOUIS: "And you'll never see me again." (growled) "Harry."

HARRY: "Louis, what is going on? How did you get here?"

LOUIS: "Move, dammit, so we can have a bit of privacy. You really wanna put on a show right
now? I'm not drunk enough for that."

FRIEND #2: "Harry, do you want us to do something?"

HARRY: (loudly) "No!" (softer) "No, I have it. I said no. I'm okay. I'm gonna go say hi to him."

FRIEND #1: (grabbing him, holding him in place) "I don't think so."

FRIEND #2: "Yeah, Harry, he looks...dangerous."

LOUIS: "I'll only get dangerous if you grab him like that again. Move along, replacement. You're
irrelevant." (the boy gapes, insulted)

HARRY: (interjects before the friend can speak up) "I got it. I'm sorry. He gets feisty when he's
drunk but he's sweet. He won't do anything. Don't worry. I'm safe with him." (already stepping over
the ropes) "Just give us a few minutes, yeah?"

FRIEND #1: "If you don't come back in ten, I'm calling the police." (to Louis) "Do you hear that,
twink? The police."

LOUIS: (rolling his eyes) "Oh, piss off."

HARRY: (chuckles, stands next to Louis awkwardly) "Where to?"

LOUIS: (starts walking down the block towards the parking lot, Harry follows) "I can't believe you
come here."

HARRY: (fidgeting nervously with his curls, trying to pin them back) "Since when do you come
here?"

LOUIS: (stomping ahead, angry) "I can't believe you come to this sketchy dump so greasy
scumbags can touch your ass and treat you like a slut."

HARRY: (face dropping) "What are you talking about? How did you even find me?"

LOUIS: (stopping, facing him) "I didn't. I'm not here for you."

HARRY: "Why are you here then?"

LOUIS: "Luke. He's my friend. He's gay. I came with him."

HARRY: (makes a face) "Hemmo? You and him are friends?"

LOUIS: "Yes, close friends. I didn't know you guys were on a nickname basis."

HARRY: "I've heard of him. He's a child..." (huffy, jealous, blurting) "Blond..." (under his breath)
"Probably dumber than Liam."

LOUIS: (stepping closer, squinting at Harry's face) "Are you high?"

HARRY: "Do I have to be high to suggest you like 'em young and stupid?"

LOUIS: (confused) "What? No, you moron, are you actually high? Have you taken drugs?"

HARRY: (evading) "I'm surprised you're not wasted by now."

LOUIS: "Answer the question."

HARRY: "No...I'm not on drugs."

LOUIS: (grabs his face to study him closer) "Don't lie to me. Your pupils are dilated." (pushing
some of Harry's wet curls away from his forehead) "And you're sweating."

HARRY: (can't look away from Louis' eyes) "Because you're close and touching me. You have that
effect—"

LOUIS: "Don't lie to me."

HARRY: (blinks once, whispered) "I'm trying not to."

LOUIS: (not buying it) "What are you on?"

HARRY: (looks away, chewing on the inside of his cheek) "Molly."

LOUIS: (pulls back, pissed off) "You take Molly now? You go to shady bars with shady people and
take drugs? What happened to Disney?"

HARRY: "This is not the village."

LOUIS: (glaring at him) "What happened to drugs are bad? What the hell happened to that? Who
is this pathetic idiot standing in front of me? This is nothing like you."

HARRY: (sarcastic) "You would know what's like me since you've spoken to me for exactly a
week."

LOUIS: "A month. And I thought I knew but maybe you're right because the Harry I know would be
caught dead before stepping in there. Does Zayn know?"

HARRY: (stalling) "Yes."

LOUIS: "He knows you prostitute yourself like this? He knows and lets you go to places where
some sleazy failure might force himself on you every alley?!"

HARRY: (cringing, hugging himself, embarrassed) "I'm not prostituting myself. I'm just having a
night out. Everyone needs one once in a while. You get drunk all the time!" (Louis flinches) "You're
allowed to have friends. Why can't I?"

LOUIS: (shaking, pacing around, hand in his hair) "What happens if you get hurt? Who watches
out for you? Who protects you when some fat bastard wants his dick sucked?"
HARRY: "I never come alone. I never get involved. I don't do that..." (struggling, pained) "What
you're suggesting, I don't do any of that. I don't—I'm not that low. I wouldn't degrade myself...I only
kiss people I really like and right now that's one person."

LOUIS: "You think those sissies will protect you?"

HARRY: "Shut up."

LOUIS: "No, you have no right to turn this into a lecture about sexuality because you sure as hell
should know by now I don't give a flying fuck what yours is as long as it's not sugar daddies and
jerk-offs. You wanna be gay, Harry, be my guest. I don't care. Be whatever you want to be. But
don't tell me that two flamboyant dudes in heels and feather boas will fight to protect your honor. If
you got shoved, those two gems you brought here would hesitate to jump in."

HARRY: (exploding, almost in tears) "And you wouldn't?!"

LOUIS: (loud, matching his voice) "No! I wouldn't. I wouldn't for a fucking second. I'd punch the
first person to lay as much as a finger on you. And so would Liam and Zayn. Sandy. Josh. Niall.
Any of us would defend you." (Harry seems stunned speechless so Louis continues) "What you're
doing here is not safe and I can't allow it. I will not go home tonight with the knowledge that you
might get shoved into a wall with tears in your face and a dick up your ass. I don't care how often
you've done this. I don't care if you think that bouncer has your back. You're coming home with me
and Luke and you're never coming here again unless one of us is with you." (soft, pleading,
touching Harry's arm) "I will not let you get hurt. You might have lost your mind but mine is still
intact. You don't belong here so get in the car while I call Luke."

HARRY: (blown away, sniffling with no tears, after a few seconds of silence and breathing,
whispering) "I need to tell them I'm not coming back. They might think you really offed me."

LOUIS: "Call them." (steps away to call Luke, on the phone) "Come to the parking lot, we're
leaving." (pause) "Don't make me come get you. The bouncer might take me out the back door
and twink me to death." (turns back around, Harry's leaning on the car, still withdrawn) "Okay?
Everything's okay?"
HARRY: "You let him come but you won't let me?"

LOUIS: "I let him come against my will. I hate that he goes out so much but he's a teen and he's
gonna whatever he wants to do. I'd rather know where he is so I can help. If I don't support him
then he won't feel comfortable calling me when he's messed up. I trust he'll be smart."

HARRY: "And I won't?"

LOUIS: "You don't have the best track record right now."

HARRY: "You don't know anything about what I do here."

LOUIS: (growling) "And I don't want to know if it involves stuff that will piss me off."

HARRY: "What do you care?" (steps in front of him) "What do you care what I do and who I see?
Why do you care?"

LOUIS: (analyzes him) "I just do. A person once told me that you can't help caring about a person
if you like them. That might have been you, the other you, the real you, not this dolled up druggie.
Wipe that eyeliner off your face." (soft) "You're good enough without all this glittery bullshit. You
don't need this."

HARRY: (lowers his eyes in shame, wipes his hands against his eyes, sad, defeated) "I don't do
this often."

LOUIS: "What?"

HARRY: "Take drugs, go out. This. I don't do it often. Few times. No one knows. Zayn doesn't
know about the drug part. He'd kill me if he found out. No one knows but you. And I wanna trust
you."
LOUIS: "They gave it to you?"

HARRY: (shrugs, embarrassed) "Everyone was doing it. They usually do it. It makes it easier to
party. I was feeling a little off today so I thought it would help...I'm not going to make it a thing. I'd
never. I'm not like that...God." (palming his face) "This is embarrassing. I never wanted you to see
me like this. I'm mortified."

LOUIS: "It doesn't matter. You've seen me drunk off my mind."

HARRY: "That's different. That's not rock bottom." (pained) "You must think I'm such a loser."

LOUIS: "None of this makes you a loser."

HARRY: "Wanting attention that desperately makes me worse than a loser—a whore perhaps."

LOUIS: "You stand up for Eleanor but degrade yourself with those insults?"

HARRY: "You're fine calling El that but I'm somehow different?"

LOUIS: "You are different. I'd never call you that."

HARRY: (sad snort) "God, what would Ed say now?" (palms his mouth) "He'd really have a reason
to dump me."

LOUIS: "What was his first one?"

LUKE: (running towards them, interrupting) "Louis!" (stopping when he reaches them, shoves
Louis back) "What were you thinking?" (screechy) "What the hell were your thinking? I was dying
of worry. This wasn't part of the plan. Are you nuts?"
LOUIS: "Nothing happened. Calm yourself."

LUKE: "Thank god nothing happened. But what if something had? You say you're never supposed
to go into these things alone and then what do you do? Just that. You broke your own rule. How
am I supposed to take them seriously if you don't? You told me never to do this! Never alone."

LOUIS: "You're a kid."

LUKE: "I'm not a kid! Don't call me a kid."

LOUIS: "You're eighteen. I am not getting you into any fights. If it had been Niall or Liam then hell
yeah, I'd have wanted them right there to back me up. But not you and not Ashton. I don't want
you fighting anyone anyway. That's not something to be proud of."

LUKE: "Then you're a hell of a bad example." (to Harry) "You okay?"

HARRY: "Yeah." (fidgeting with his coat sleeves) "We just talked. He didn't do anything. No
fighting..."

LUKE: "I thought he'd punch you. He was that riled up when he left. You drive him mad."

LOUIS: (rolling his eyes) "I don't punch friends."

HARRY: "He didn't..." (blushing) "He just...gave me a lecture."

LUKE: "He does that when he's worried. I get three a month."

HARRY: (fake smile, clipped) "Yeah, I bet since you're so close..."

LOUIS: "Alright, enough. Get in the car, both of you." (to Harry) "Keys? I assume you won't fight
me on this."

HARRY: (hands over his keys, walks solemnly towards the passenger seat) "Wish you'd stop
playing hero." (gets in, shuts the door)

LOUIS: "Well, one of us has to."

LUKE: "Louis, what is going on?"

LOUIS: "Nothing. He wants to go home and I don't wanna leave you here. Lemme see your fake?"

LUKE: "Why?" (hands over the ID) "What's up?"

LOUIS: (pockets it) "You're not getting that back."

LUKE: (whiny, dramatic) "Oh, come on! That's not fair!"

LOUIS: "You're eighteen. Time for you to start suffering like one."

LUKE: "Come on! I'm legal in Australia. I'm legal everywhere but here. I drink responsibly. I never
puke. I never pass out—I drink better than you do!"

LOUIS: (raises an eyebrow) "You think that was the right thing to say?"

LUKE: (stretching the word) "It's true! I'm good. Don't punish me like this."

LOUIS: "Get in the car and quit whining."

LUKE: (does as told, moaning all the way) "Louis, please. I need that to have a social life. Don't be
like this. Just because we had one bad night—"

LOUIS: (starting the car) "You're clearly not ready to have one if you think bars like that are fun."

LUKE: "I'll go to other bars then. I'll let you scout them for me. Please..."

LOUIS: "We'll see."

LUKE: "What did I do? I didn't do anything. Ground Harry. He's the bad kid." (crossing his arms)
"You're being daddy again."

HARRY: (quietly, with a smile on his face) "What's happening?"

LUKE: "Louis has confiscated my fake ID and refuses to give it back." (pouting) "Tell him he's
being overprotective."

HARRY: (surprised then pleased, looks at Louis fondly) "He's not. He's being amazing..."

LUKE: (groans, slumps on the back seat dramatically) "Ugh! You're both parents! How do you
even have friends? How do you even make jokes? How do you even?!"

HARRY: (giggles, under his breath) "Don't know about you but in my life, Louis can be daddy any
day..."

LOUIS: "What?"

LUKE: (bursts into laughter) "Oh god. Ace!"

LOUIS: "Not the biological kind of daddy?"

LUKE / HARRY: (simultaneously) "Not the biological kind of daddy!"

LOUIS: (shakes his head, amused) "Still don't wanna know."

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Is Harry as innocent as he seems? What do you base your
response off?

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49. Overcomplicate

BIRTHDAY BABY: This last chapter in the saga is dedicated to Carolina for being an amazing
reader. I'm sorry I couldn't get my shit together for your birthday. I hope the fluff makes up for it.

***

Chapter 49: Overcomplicate

Scene 1

[Harry's Rover, Driving Home, 3:09am, Puppy]

LOUIS: (driving, turns towards Harry) "Cold?"

HARRY: (dazed) "Huh?"

LOUIS: (half smile) "You cold? You want my jacket?"

LUKE: (head on the back of the seat) "It's ninety degrees out, Louis."

LOUIS: "When did you start speaking in freedom units, smartass?"

LUKE: (chuckles) "I bet if I had said it in Celsius, you'd have busted my balls for that. Are we
playing soccer tomorrow?"

LOUIS: "Sure—"

HARRY: (suddenly speaking up) "Yeah, I want the jacket."

LOUIS: (looks at him, confused) "Yeah?"

HARRY: (small) "Please?"

LOUIS: (starts to shuffle one arm out) "No need to get all cute." (Harry blushes)

LUKE: "Yo, can you do that later so we don't die?"

HARRY: "He's fine." (smiles) "He's good at one-handing it."

LOUIS: (hands him the jacket, dramatic) "Someone here believes in me."

LUKE: (rolling his eyes) "You're good at a lot of things but driving isn't one of them."

LOUIS: "Harry, correct the child."

HARRY: (grinning) "Louis is good at a lot of things. Period."

LOUIS: (biting his lip to contain his smile) "Hear that, Luke? That is the sound of you being
replaced as a bestie." (Harry smiles wider)

LUKE: "Who has who whipped in this relationship is the real question?"

LOUIS: "I thought it was clear..." (Harry glances at him, nervous, biting his lip) "He has me
whipped because he has nice curls and he smells good."

HARRY: (shocked in glee then recovering, mock offended, rowdy) "Oh, how dare you! I am in fact
more whipped."

LUKE: (sitting up, excited) "Yes, battle it out, yes."

HARRY: "You have me whipped cream whipped. I pick my outfit in the morning based on what I
think you'd like."

LUKE: (cheering) "Whipped cream whipped!"

LOUIS: "You're my main topic of debate. With everyone including people who have never met
you."

LUKE: "This is true. Can confirm. I was introduced to you as the cocker spaniel that follows Louis
around and shits on his dreams."

LOUIS: (turns towards Harry) "Get it because the curls and--it was funny at the time. My humor
circa 2012."

HARRY: (blushed) "Well, hearing that is probably gonna be the highlight of my week. Isn't that
whipped?"

LUKE: "That is whipped. I'm leaning towards cocker curly."

LOUIS: "That was good, Luke."

LUKE: "Thank you, daddy."

LOUIS: (makes a face while Harry snickers) "Sure." (turns towards Harry again) "I'm driving you
home. From a gay bar. I'm not even gay."

HARRY: "I make you tea. In the morning. I don't even drink tea."

LUKE: (exaggerated shock) "Oh! Blasphemy."

LOUIS: "Now that is an issue in itself. I'll give you the victory just because I feel bad for you not
ever having tasted tea."

HARRY: "Ha!" (slumps back in his seat, arms crossed) "I win." (high fives Luke)

LUKE: "Congratulations, you are now the most whipped man on earth."

LOUIS: (sarcastic) "An honor! Your majesty."

HARRY: (points his tongue out at both of them, to Louis) "Shh, rookie. You, too, will learn."

LOUIS: "Oh for shit's sake. I gave you the win."

LUKE: "Man, this is the most I've heard him speak in three years."
HARRY: (grins) "I only talk when I'm winning." (Louis rolls his eyes) "Dominating!"

LOUIS: (laughing) "Gloat a little more, won't you?"

Scene 2

[Outside Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 3:33am, Who's Line Is It Anyway?]

HARRY: (leans on the door) "You didn't have to walk me all the way to my room. I wasn't going to
run back to the club..."

LOUIS: "Don't make me take your keys."

HARRY: "You could...I don't know..." (bites his lip) "Guard the door."

LOUIS: (places a hand on the door next to Harry's head and the other on his waist) "Do I look like
a dog to you?"

HARRY: (laughing) "That was me trying to flirt again..." (giggling) "I'm so bad, it has to be funny."

LOUIS: (smiles lightly, shakes his head) "Is that what you use on those club punks?"

HARRY: "I wouldn't want them to sleepover..." (looks down, then through his lashes, flirtatious)
"That's what I'm asking for right now..."

LOUIS: "You need someone to take care of you?"

HARRY: "Are you volunteering?"

LOUIS: (half shrug) "You did it for me so I'd do it for you."

HARRY: (snorts) "So mechanical." (conversation dies off) "You don't have to...I'll be fine on my
own."

LOUIS: "You'll feel bad for a few days."

HARRY: "Huh?"

LOUIS: "Molly. Depending on how it affects you, you might have trouble coming down."

HARRY: (gulping) "Last time...I just felt okay, peaceful almost."

LOUIS: "It's different every time. The more you take it, the more likely it is to have a horrid
hangover."

HARRY: "How horrid? Like with alcohol?"

LOUIS: "No, nothing physical. Just emotionally ruined." (Harry frowns) "Depressed, sad, a general
feeling of impending doom. Once I felt as if I wasn't going to make it to tomorrow. I wasn't hurt or
anything. I just was convinced I'd die. It's a funny drug like that. All that happiness you get
beforehand has to be paid for some way."

HARRY: (regretful) "I shouldn't have done it."

LOUIS: "You shouldn't but it's okay. It's not the end of the world."

HARRY: "Will you stay?"

LOUIS: "I will if you want me to."

HARRY: "Since you cockblocked me from having someone here, I think you have to make
amends."

LOUIS: (amused) "Getting better at this flirting thing, aren't ya?"

HARRY: (blushes, smitten) "I have to get to the point where I do it without the other person
noticing. Like you."

LOUIS: "Like me, huh? Is that what I do?" (leaning in) "When have I flirted with you?"

HARRY: (breathy, flush against the door) "If I knew it wouldn't be good..."

LOUIS: (bites his lip, looking at Harry intently) "Lots of practice, I guess."

HARRY: "That's why I flirt with you. For the practice." (whispered against Louis' lips) "Nothing
else."

LOUIS: (pulls away) "You're so dumb. And the eyeliner annoys me."

HARRY: "I'll wash it off if you stay."

LOUIS: "I'll stay if you never go back to that club again."

HARRY: "I'll never go back if you stay every time I feel the itch to go."

LOUIS: "And if I don't stay tonight?"

HARRY: (thinks it over, looks at their shoes) "Nothing. I wouldn't be surprised. This is all a gamble
afterall."

LOUIS: (pushes himself off the door) "One not worth winning."

HARRY: (smiling) "I've already won though. I keep winning tonight."

LOUIS: "That so?"

HARRY: "You're staying."

LOUIS: (rolling his eyes) "Whatever. You have a more comfortable bed anyway."

HARRY: (chuckling, unlocking the door) "They're the same. This is a hotel."

LOUIS: "Blah, blah, blah... Maybe when you ask me to kill you tomorrow, I will."

HARRY: (worried) "I might do that?"

LOUIS: "No, maybe... How good are you with handling sadness?"

HARRY: "Depends on who's beside me."

LOUIS: "Oh god, now you're getting cheesy. Enough flirting for today."

HARRY: (quietly, sheepishly) "I like you..."

LOUIS: "That's not even flirting. That's weak, Styles. Weak."

HARRY: "Really though."

LOUIS: "Alright, get in bed."

HARRY: (leering) "Oooh."

LOUIS: "No, just no. And by the way, I'm letting you win."

Scene 3

[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 4:03am, Cupcake Flour]

LOUIS: (in bed, lights out, harsh whispering) "Harry!"

HARRY: (mumbled) "Huh?"

LOUIS: "Do you like cupcakes?"

HARRY:"What?"

LOUIS: "Cupcakes."

HARRY: "What about 'em?"

LOUIS: "Do you like them?"

HARRY: "I like you." (tired giggling)

LOUIS: (rolls his eyes) "Not cupcakes?"

HARRY: (latches on to him, nuzzling) "Only you."

LOUIS: (tries to push him away) "No. You can't like me."

HARRY: (moves away, pouting) "Okay then." (smiling again) "I'll like cupcakes instead."

LOUIS: (fond) "Good." (closing his eyes, smile still on his face) "Let's sleep now."

HARRY: "Aren't we gonna eat cupcakes?"

LOUIS: "Tomorrow."

HARRY: (baby voice) "But...You woke me up and made me hungry."

LOUIS: (amused) "You can like me until you get the cupcakes."

HARRY: "Okay..." (sneaky) "But I can only do that if we cuddle."

LOUIS: (rolling his eyes, wary) "Is that what you do with Zayn?"

HARRY: (mumbled, sleepy) "Don't ask questions that will make you mad. I don't want us mad
anymore." (blinks his eyes open, stares at Louis who's dumbstruck) "So let's not talk about anyone
else when we're together, alright?"

LOUIS: "Alright. I just wanna get to know you."

HARRY: (nuzzling closer) "You will. Don't force it. You're not supposed to force things, right? You
taught me that."

LOUIS: (hesitates before gently petting Harry's head) "It's hard not to overthink it with you. I don't
want you hurt again."

HARRY: "Yet you only hurt me when you overthink it."

LOUIS: (soft) "I'm sorry."

HARRY: (tackles him to bed in a hug) "Stop making me sad! Molly will have me jumping out of the
window like this."

LOUIS: (hugging him back, chuckling) "That was my plan right there." (Harry raises his head to
look at him, Louis winks) "Then I won't be blamed for your death."

HARRY: (his mouth go from o-shaped to smiling) "Genius!" (they both laugh)

END OF SECOND SAGA

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50. Overcome [SAGA 3]

BIRTHDAY BABY: I'm still on hiatus but Roshni has been a reader and a friend of mine for a
while now and it'd be a shame if she didn't get a chapter for her birthday. Thank you for all the
support, darling. You've been there for me through thick and thin and made me smile on some
very tough days. I'm very happy to have you around and wish you the best for this special day.
Smile a lot today. Hope the chapter is worth the wait. :)
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THE KING TURNED LLAMA

Chapter 50: Overcome

Scene 1

[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 8:13am, Woah There Tiger!]

HARRY: (in bed, on his stomach, head in the pillow, one eye opened, mumbling) "What are you
doing?"

LOUIS: (on his knees beside him, wide awake, petting Harry's head) "I'm petting you."

HARRY: "What?"

LOUIS: (awkwardly pressing his curls against his head) "I thought you'd want to be petted."
(pushes harder while Harry winces) "Pet, pet." (accidentally pokes Harry in the eye)

HARRY: (low whine) "Ouch..."

LOUIS: "You don't like?" (tries to get closer, pushes all his weight on Harry's face as he shuffles)

HARRY: (lower) "Ouch..."

LOUIS: "Shh..." (pets him harder) "Enjoy, kitty."

HARRY: (amused, between sobs and chuckles) "Hurts." (Louis accidentally pulls out a chunk of
hair, Harry chokes) "So much..."

LOUIS: (mock angry, screechy) "Why do you not like it?"

HARRY: (tries to move his head away) "You're killing me..."

LOUIS: (grabs his face with both hands, moves it back closer, pets him again) "No, no."

HARRY: (pained but smiling) "Yes. Please, stop..."

LOUIS: (petting him like you'd pet a big cat from Harry's head to his back) "Shh...Nice petting for
nice kitty."

HARRY: (rolls on his back, laughing as he grabs Louis' hand and pulls it away) "That's not how
you nice pet someone. You're supposed to be gentle." (guides Louis' hand on his forehead, slowly
pushes his fringe back) "Like this."

LOUIS: (humph, yanks his hand back then tickles Harry's stomach, Harry wriggles and squeaks)
"I'll pet your stomach now.'

HARRY: "No! No...Wait, Lou!" (out of breath) "You must not be too good with..."

LOUIS: "My hands? Oh, Styles, you'd be surprised."

HARRY: (flushed red) "Animals! I was gonna say animals!" (embarrassed) "Stop tickling me!"

LOUIS: (keeps going) "Not until kitty purrs."

HARRY: (laughing so hard, barely any sound comes out, pained) "Kitty purrs when he likes it. I
don't like this."
LOUIS: "Like it!"

HARRY: "Stop!" (heaving) "I can't breathe—" (laughing more) "Louis!"

LOUIS: (smiles, as he pulls away) "Good morning!"

HARRY: (still breathing heavily, sweaty, flushed) "That...is one way to start the day after a night
out where I got drugged and plastered. Not the best but one..."

LOUIS: (crossing his arms, smirking) "I thought you'd want to make me tea!" (jumps off the bed
towards the kitchen) "Disney awaits us!"

HARRY: (groaning) "How are you like this? We slept four hours."

LOUIS: (running back with all the boxes of tea in his hands, dumps them on the bed) "I have
brought you the tea!"

HARRY: (covered in tea packs, whiny) "Why are you doing this?"

LOUIS: "The real question is why would you have all this tea if you don't like it?" (grabbing some
of the packs, placing them on Harry's face) "I smell a liar."

HARRY: (underneath the pile of tea, mumbled) "Note to self, never take molly again."

LOUIS: (smirking wider) "What was that? More petting?" (high-pitched, exaggerated) "Why Harry, I
thought you'd never ask!"

HARRY: (flinging up, tea everywhere, hands before him) "No! I didn't ask."
LOUIS: (points to the bed) "Lay down, kitty. It's petting time."

HARRY: (shaking his head fearfully) "No more petting. I'm up."

LOUIS: (pouting, teasing) "It's almost like you don't like me touching you."

HARRY: (under his breath) To be honest, that is not how I wanna be touched in the morning."

LOUIS: (oblivious) "How do you--Styles!" (chases after him as Harry runs towards the bathroom,
giggling) "Come back here, you pervert!" (Harry shuts the door, Louis slams his hand against it)
"Open this door!"

HARRY: (babbled) "No, you'll pet her wrongly."

LOUIS: Pet her?! Her?!"

HARRY: "Yes. Her. Pretty princess."

LOUIS: (slamming his forehead on the door repeatedly) "Oh, you are so disappointing."

HARRY: (amused) "On so many levels?"

LOUIS: (smiling to himself) "So many."

Scene 2

[McDonalds, Walt Disney World in Florida, 12:15pm, Lunchtime]

ELEANOR: "How are you?"

LOUIS: (playing with his straw) "Okay. I'm starting to notice I eat at McDonalds a lot. What does
that tell you about a person's mental well-being?"

ELEANOR: "That they're too lazy to go to the village...or too friendless."

LOUIS: (sarcastic) "Wow, are you a seer because that was my life right there, lazy and friendless."

ELEANOR: "How are you with the boys?"

LOUIS: "Okay."

ELEANOR: "Speaking to any of them yet? It's been some time now."

LOUIS: "Yeah..."

ELEANOR: "Yeah, it's been a while or yeah, you talked it out?"

LOUIS: "Yeah, we talked it out. Kind of. I don't know. Niall came over couple of days ago. We
talked. We wrestled a little on the carpet. I might or might have given him a bust lip." (blows into
his milkshake) "As things go..."

ELEANOR: "Was that why he had bruises all over his arms? He told us he went to the gym."

LOUIS: "I am Niall's gym. If it weren't for me, he'd be fat with all the food he eats." (Eleanor looks
horrified) "We didn't fight, not like fight fight. We just grappled. It's what men do, Eleanor.
Testosterone must be released somehow. We don't get periods."

ELEANOR: "First of all, that's not how periods work. Second, do you mean men or barbarians?"
LOUIS: "Barbarians are men since we've decided to be so technical. It's the law of the world.
Women bitch. Men grapple."

ELEANOR: "But you bitch so you're the exception."

LOUIS: (dry) "Smart comeback." (rolling his eyes) "I practically handed that to you on a silver
platter."

ELEANOR: "Practically." (smiling) "But you talked? Why did it take so long?"

LOUIS: "I was hurt. A part of me really thought I never wanted to see him again."

ELEANOR: "But?"

LOUIS: (grumbled) "But I missed hanging out with him. I missed being able to call him. There were
times when I couldn't fall asleep and I thought perhaps I should call Niall before I realized, oh wait,
he's the actual problem...well." (snorts) "One of them. I'm a man of many problems. Ninety-nine to
be exact."

ELEANOR: "I knew you were going to see reason. Niall meant well. He shouldn't have told but he
never wanted to hurt you. He cares about you."

LOUIS: "I was a wimp so I forgave him way too easily because I hate being alone. I was
miserable. I couldn't do it any longer. I lost him. I lost Liam. I lost Harry. I don't do well without
friends."

ELEANOR: (holding his hand) "You forgave him because you knew he was truly sorry, Louis. That
doesn't make you a wimp. It makes you a good guy." (Louis nods, looking down) "What about
Harry? Talking to him yet?"
LOUIS: (cheers up) "Yup."

ELEANOR: "Did you apologize?"

LOUIS: (opens his mouth, makes a confused noise) "Something like that. It was a very confusing
night."

ELEANOR: (eyebrows up) "Night?"

LOUIS: (sarcastic) "Yes, Eleanor, I snuck into his room and jumped him. We were role-playing
housewife and burglar. I was the housewife of course. It was an alternate universe of sorts."

ELEANOR: (shrugs) "I'd believe it."

LOUIS: (rolls his eyes dramatically) "I suppose I should apologize, right? Like one more time, to
seal the deal. Make it official and stuff?"

ELEANOR: "You can if you still don't know if you guys are okay."

LOUIS: "We are..." (pause) "I think. I am. And he seemed fine but then again, he wasn't himself
much. Did you know he goes out clubbing?" (Eleanor nods) "Drinks?" (Eleanor nods again, Louis
gets louder) "Takes drugs?" (Eleanor winces but half-nods) "With sugar daddies!?"

ELEANOR: "I'd believe it."

LOUIS: "Is there anything you wouldn't at this point?"

ELEANOR: "When it comes to Harry..." (pretends to think) "No. I'd believe it all. Besides he told
me a while ago he was going out to..." (air quoting) "Explore his options."
LOUIS: (snappy) "Why isn't he dating you? You'd be the perfect choice. All happy and optimistic."
(dramatic) "A ray of sunshine."

ELEANOR: (rolling her eyes) "Real options, Louis. I'd gladly date him but he wants a guy in his
life. He's gay, remember? Do you need a couple of minutes to process that? Digest it? Take it all
in? Will this require a mental breakdown? If so I'm gonna go order some more chips."

LOUIS: "He can be gay all he wants. He can be gay and frolic and ride naked on rainbow unicorns
and lick salted caramel off of god's abs and do all he wants with his gayness."

ELEANOR: (amused) "Yes, I'm sure that's what all gays do on a daily basis, which brings me to..."
(sighs melodramatically) "Why are all the good ones gay?"

LOUIS: "Careful, there's some drool right there on your chin..." (reaching over) "Lemme get that."

ELEANOR: (smacks his hand away) "Ass."

LOUIS: (snorts) "Not my fault your jaw hit the table."

ELEANOR: "Says the guy who melts in a puddle of angst whenever Harry looks at him."

LOUIS: "I don't know who that guy is but it can't be me because I do not do that."

ELEANOR: (smirking) "A puddle of angst, sass and pouting if he doesn't laugh at your jokes."

LOUIS: "More proof that's not me. Everyone laughs at my jokes. I am very funny." (Eleanor
laughs) "See?"

Scene 3
[Outside the Barnstormer, Walt Disney World in Florida, 1:04pm, The Badass Sorry]

LOUIS: "Hey."

HARRY: (smiling brightly) "Hi!"

LOUIS: (coughing) "Look, I'm going to say this in the middle of the park, still daylight outside, sky's
blue, birds are singing, that girl who can't sing but has to play Aurora is singing, completely sober,
no sarcasm so you know it's the truth."

HARRY: (suspicious) "Are you fired again?"

LOUIS: "What? No. Not yet."

HARRY: "Then what?"

LOUIS: (takes a deep breath) "I am sorry for everything I said that day. It was ignorant of me. I
never meant to hurt you. I wanna make things right because I think we're good friends so I'd like to
continue being friends with you. You're good for me—" (cursing lightly) "Dammit, I started off so
strong and then lost it towards the end. Ugh! Point is, I am sorry for making you feel bad because
that's a shitty thing to do to your best friend—I did mean that yesterday—I wasn't drunk. I don't get
drunk...As much. Because of you. So you should really be sorry for taking that pleasure away from
me. And I'm sure there was a point to this but..." (motions emptily) "There you have it." (smiling)
"End quote, William Shakespeare."

HARRY: (chuckles) "I'd give that like a six out of ten."

LOUIS: (raises an eyebrow, amused) "Let's see you do better then."

HARRY: (coughs dramatically) "I'm sorry for being a bitch."

LOUIS: (motions for him to continue, after a few seconds) "That's it?"

HARRY: (giddy like a child) "It's short and to the point. I thought of it all day. I was thinking, what
can I say that I won't stutter and that will sound nice and badass—since you know, you are that
but I'm not that much—I know, probably confusing since my apology was so baddass."

LOUIS: (blinking) "Where is this going, I wonder."

HARRY: "Wait—I was trying to explain to you that." (stops, exhales) "It's short but it's honest and it
has no rambling but like, I added the 'bitch' part to personalize it since you like me cursing but I
don't like cursing so it's like a subtle sacrifice to show you that I mean it." (nods his head in pride)
"Solid eight out ten, I'd think."

LOUIS: (barely holding his laughter back) "Solid moron."

HARRY: "Fine, I take it back then. I'm sorry you are a little bitch."

LOUIS: (bursts into laughter, nodding) "Better."

HARRY: (clear he was scared of the reaction, relieved to see Louis smiling) "I'm sorry we're both
bitches?"

LOUIS: "Perfect."

Scene 4

[Tomorrowland Arcade, Walt Disney World in Florida, 4:24pm, Ass, Ass, Ass]

JACK: (screaming, running towards Louis) "Hades is back! Ah! Hades didn't die in the river of
ghosts! Hades is invincible."
LOUIS: (chuckling, picks Jack up, sets him on his hip) "That's right, bub. Hades beat those ghosts'
asses."

HARRY: (smile drops) "Louis."

JACK: (smiles bigger) "Asses, yes."

LOUIS: (winks at Jack) "Say Hades has a big ass."

HARRY: "Lou—!"

JACK: (screaming in joy) "Hades has a big ass."

LOUIS: (turns towards Harry, smirking) "Don't I?"

HARRY: (exasperated, blushed) "Can't say I missed this..."

JACK: "Shut your ass."

HARRY: "Jack!"

LOUIS: (amused) "Doesn't quite work like that but I like the creativity." (raises his palm so Jack
can high-five him) "A for effort, ace."

JACK: (giggling) "A for ass."

LOUIS: (cringing a bit, looks at Harry) "Fix this?"

HARRY: (shaking his head, under his breath) "Dumbass." (realizes what he just said) "No—"

JACK: "Dumbass!"

LOUIS: (laughing out loud) "Dumbass."

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51. Vanquish

Chapter 51: Vanquish

Scene 1

[Parking Lot, Walt Disney World in Florida, 6:12pm, Boo! Boo<3 & Boo-boo]

LOUIS: (hiding behind the car as Harry obliviously walks around it to get in, suddenly jumps out to
scare him) "Where do you think you're going—!"

HARRY: (flips around in fear, punches him square in the nose) "Motherfu—Louis?"

LOUIS: (hands on his face, in disbelief, loud) "You punched me! In the face! And you swore! But
mostly..." (screaming) "You punched me in the fucking face, you asshole! Why would you do
that?"

HARRY: (shocked, wincing) "I didn't—know—Shit." (worried) "Are you okay? Are you—Is that
blood—?"

LOUIS: (touching his nose tentatively, sniffling the blood, cringing) "What do you think—you
punched me, fool!"
HARRY: (comes closer to him, worry on his face) "I'm so sorry. You scared me. I panicked. God,
I'm sorry." (touches Louis' hands) "Lemme see..." (Louis shakes his head, Harry softens) "Darling,
let me see. I'm worried about you."

LOUIS: "I'm worried about people you get in fights with. Do you always have this aim?"

HARRY: "Eh."

LOUIS: (whiny, mock sobbing) "My face. My beautiful face." (quoting) "Llama face!"

HARRY: (prying his hands away, amused) "Let me see, drama queen."

LOUIS: "No, you'll hurt me!"

HARRY: "I'll touch it gently."

LOUIS: (pouting) "No, you won't."

HARRY: "Yes, yes, super gently. I need to see. You might have broken something."

LOUIS: "You mean you might have broken something."

HARRY: (sheepish) "Something might be broken."

LOUIS: (sarcastic) "By itself."

HARRY: "By the unfortunate turn of events."

LOUIS: "Where you punched me in the face!"

HARRY: "Where that happened. Accidentally. Now let me take a look."

LOUIS: "Fine but gently." (removes his hands, Harry cradles his face, makes to touch his nose
with his thumb, before he can make contact) "Ouch! That's wasn't gently."

HARRY: "I haven't even touched it yet!"

LOUIS: "Oh... Well, it hurts anyway and I hate you."

HARRY: "Shh... It's alright." (softly touching Louis' nose with his thumb, caressing it) "It doesn't
look broken. It hurts?"

LOUIS: (whispering since they're so close) "Yeah."

HARRY: (frowning) "A lot?" (presses his thumbs a little harder) "Where does it hurt?"

LOUIS: (weak snap, too breathy) "Where you punched me."

HARRY: (snorts) "I'm sorry." (leans in, kisses his nose quickly, Louis is wide-eyed, gaping) "There,
it's better now."

LOUIS: "Uh...Did you just—did you uh...what did you just do?"

HARRY: (smiling innocently) "I kissed it better. Does it feel better?"

LOUIS: "No."
HARRY: (moving away, towards the car) "I can drive you to the hospital? We could get it
checked?"

LOUIS: (shaking himself out of the trance) "It's fine." (taunting) "Besides, who needs doctors when
you have healing powers, right?" (gets in the passenger seat, grumbling under his breath)
"Punches people then thinks he can kiss it better—little shit that he is—cruel monster baby child
hulk."

HARRY: (rolling his eyes, gets in as well) "Forgive me for trying to make amends."

LOUIS: (snappy, buckles himself in) "How about not punching me in the face next time?"

HARRY: (starting the car, sassy right back) "How about not trying to jump me in the middle of the
night?"

LOUIS: "How about remembering that you had forgotten something extremely important?"

HARRY: (confused) "What?"

LOUIS: (explosive) "Me!"

HARRY: "Ah..." (teasing, feigns indifference) "Eh." (serious) "Wanna clean up? I have wipes in my
bag."

LOUIS: (pulls out his phone) "I think we should take a selfie first. For the record. So I can bring this
up years into the future. With proof."

HARRY: (chuckles) "I'm driving."

LOUIS: "I like that that's your main concern. Not why I would want this picture."
HARRY: "Knowing you, you'll probably tell other people you got in a street fight with some thug
trying to steal your wallet."

LOUIS: (thinks about it, beams) "Hadn't thought of that but good idea, I'll post it on Instagram.
Hashtag hero."

HARRY: (laughs, slows the car down, leans over) "Make it quick."

Scene 2

[Harry's Range Rover, West Irlo Bronson Memorial Highway, Florida, 6:34pm, Priorities]

LOUIS: (in the car, suddenly) "Wait, wait, stop here!"

HARRY: (driving, concerned) "What, why?"

LOUIS: "I want mozzarella sticks."

HARRY: "Now?"

LOUIS: "Well, since we're here..."

HARRY: "You're bleeding, Louis. You need an ER."

LOUIS: "I do not need an ER. Don't flatter yourself. It's a scratch. What I do need, is mozzarella
sticks. You owe me some actually for almost breaking my face."

HARRY: "Breaking your face? I thought we weren't flattering me."

LOUIS: "Almost, love, almost."

HARRY: (to himself) "Whatever, wouldn't have looked any better if I hadn't."

LOUIS: (amused) "If you're gonna throw shade, shady, throw it out in the open."

HARRY: (unnecessarily loud) "I said, you are ugly. Your face is ugly. Ugly face. Llama face."

LOUIS: (laughing, wincing in pain) "Ouch. Don't know what hurts more, my ego being bruised or
the blood I'm swallowing."

HARRY: (worried again) "Are you sure you're okay?"

LOUIS: (pouting) "No, not okay." (baby-like) "Wish I had something to eat to make me feel better."

HARRY: (rolls his eyes, turns the car around) "Okay, fine."

LOUIS: "Like something mozzarella related..."

HARRY: "I already said fine." (pause, then smirking) "No need to get all cute."

LOUIS: (mock serious) "Stop having the final word in things. That's my job."

HARRY: "Ok."

LOUIS: "Ok."
HARRY: (smirking) "Ok."

LOUIS: "Styles."

HARRY: "Maybe okay—"

LOUIS: "I'm going to punch you."

HARRY: "Ok."

LOUIS: "Stop."

HARRY: "Ok."

LOUIS: (sighs) "Fine, have it."

HARRY: (shit-eating grin on his face) "Ok."

Scene 3

[Hallway, Harry's Floor, Walt Disney Hotel, 7:17pm, Race or Racy]

LOUIS: (stopping suddenly) "Wait."

HARRY: (stops too, turns towards him) "What now?"

LOUIS: "This...I don't like this."

HARRY: "The mozzarella sticks? But you ate them three at a time--I thought you were gonna
choke."

LOUIS: (gives him a look, shakes his head) "I don't like that I'm automatically walking towards your
room like this is something we do."

HARRY: (blurting) "This is something we do. Was. Before we--"

LOUIS: "Not helping."

HARRY: "Sorry. I just don't understand."

LOUIS: "I don't like us to be this..." (motions with his hands, Harry looks lost) "Attached." (Harry's
face falls) "I mean, I like to spend time with you. I just don't want us to do everything together all
the time."

HARRY: (gulping) "I'm bad at that."

LOUIS: "At what?"

HARRY: (pouting, wringing his shirt) "Not doing everything together. I just...when I like someone...I
like to spend time with them...a lot...because it's better than being alone, right?" (Louis softens)
"So I might overdo it...a bit."

LOUIS: "No, it's not that. It's more like..." (struggling) "If we spend so much time together then
when we don't, I get sad and you get sad. We both have a tendency to become very involved so
maybe we should keep a little distance this time around."

HARRY: (nods though he still seems lost, fakes it) "Yeah, you're right. We should both um, like do
our own thing."
LOUIS: "Sometimes."

HARRY: "Yes, sometimes we hang out and sometimes we do our own thing."

LOUIS: (nodding) "Yeah, like that. I like that." (wary) "We hung out yesterday so..."

HARRY: "Should probably do our own thing today."

LOUIS: "Probably, yes."

HARRY: "Did you have anything to do?"

LOUIS: "I was gonna do some reading..." (awkward) "Did you have anything to do?"

HARRY: "Nap probably, still tired from yesterday—you could..." (blushes) "Never mind."

LOUIS: "I could...?"

HARRY: "Read at mine." (uncomfortable, blushing) "If you want. I'd be napping so..."

LOUIS: (opens his mouth, lingers, closes it, sighs) "Look, Harry—"

HARRY: (scared, immediately) "Too much? Sorry. I told you I'm bad at it. You suggest something
and I'll follow your lead." (Louis is hesitant) "Okay, how about...? Let's say bye now and see each
other tomorrow."

LOUIS: (winces) "Right..." (both don't move) "This is awkward."

HARRY: (laughs nervously) "Yeah..."

LOUIS: "I guess what I want to say is, I will be spending a lot of time with you now that we're
friends again—anything I can manage really—but if I don't some day, I don't want that to mean
anything more than we're doing our own thing for a bit."

HARRY: (brightening up) "I get that. It's like we're good friends—"

LOUIS: (grumpily) "Was gonna say best but..."

HARRY: "Best friends! We're best friends but if we start dating someone and then don't find that
much time for each other, we'll still be best friends."

LOUIS: (suspicious) "Why would you pick that specific example?"

HARRY: (shrugs) "That's what happened with Zayn. He has to spend time with Perrie but he still
loves me and hangs out with me."

LOUIS: (frowns) "That's weird..." (Harry cocks his head sideways, confused) "I was thinking more
like if we need a day off or if we're having a bad day and want to be alone, we can still be friends
the next day. Sometimes I get pissed at other people and I don't wanna go off on you so I'll avoid
you for a bit but that doesn't mean anything. I just want that to be clear from the start. No more
misunderstandings."

HARRY: "Oh. Well, that too."

LOUIS: (still troubled) "Are you planning on dating anyone?"

HARRY: (shakes his head) "Not now. I have to find someone first. But in the future..."

LOUIS: (relieved) "Then we have all the time in the world."

HARRY: "What's that supposed to mean?"

LOUIS: (smiling, teasing him) "Means you're a runt. Race you to your door?" (starts running
already)

HARRY: "Hey!" (chases after him) "You're supposed to give me fair warning."

LOUIS: (still running, looking back, grinning) "Then I wouldn't win."

HARRY: "You probably would. You play soccer."

LOUIS: "You played football."

HARRY: "How do you know that?"

LOUIS: "I know all." (collapses against Harry's door, heaves, waits for Harry to catch up) "You still
have any of those jerseys?"

HARRY: (out of breath too, opening the door) "Yeah, why?"

LOUIS: (glee) "I'm swiping one next time we're out in the village."

HARRY: (snorts) "So all the ladies think you played in college?"

LOUIS: (raises one eyebrow) "Is that what you used them for?"

HARRY: (dropping off his jacket) "You don't wanna know what I used them for."
LOUIS: "Works on men too then?"

HARRY: (pulling his shirt over his head, talking) "Worked on my ex." (drops the shirt in the laundry
basket, pulls out a new t-shirt) "Wouldn't know about others—" (flustered, blurting) "I didn't cheat
or anything."

LOUIS: (knowing) "So you did cheat."

HARRY: "I said—"

LOUIS: "The way you said it. It's okay. We don't have to talk about it."

HARRY: (opens his mouth, stutters) "I didn't make it a habit—It was just once—"

LOUIS: "Harry." (Harry stops talking, embarrassed) "It's okay. You don't have to talk about it."

HARRY: (ashamed) "Okay." (awkward pause)

LOUIS: (reluctantly) "I've done it too...in the past. So if you ever need to vent, don't be scared. I
don't judge principles when I don't know the story."

HARRY: (sad) "There weren't many principles involved in the first place..."

LOUIS: (changing the topic) "The real question was, did Ed like your jerseys?"

HARRY: (cheeky) "He liked knowing what they meant."

LOUIS: (caught up) "What's that?"

HARRY: (throws him a smirk) "That I'm fit enough not to get winded while riding him." (Louis' jaw
drops, flushed red, Harry laughs) "Too crude?" (Louis nods, mock shudders, Harry smiles bigger)
"Sorry?"

LOUIS: "I asked for it." (Harry chuckles) "Still, you could have spared me the visuals."

HARRY: (biting his lip) "Could give you the demo."

LOUIS: (immediately) "No!" (palms his face to hide how red he is) "That will never be necessary..."
(walks away towards the room) "Never." (slumps on the bed, stomach first, afterthought) "You
know..."

HARRY: (new t-shirt on) "Know what?"

LOUIS: "Deep down, you're a filthy, little shit. Like filthy, filthy. Like cheap porno filthy."

HARRY: (thinks about it then shrugs) "At least, I clean up well." (jumps on the bed beside him,
laying on his back) "I keep my porno filthy hidden away in a little box."

LOUIS: (on his elbows on the bed, looks at Harry who's beaming adorably at him, shakes his
head) "What else is in the box?"

HARRY: "Scary stuff."

LOUIS: "Like Halloween decorations?"

HARRY: (genuinely giggles, Louis smiles fondly at the reaction) "Even scarier."

LOUIS: (taunting) "That so? Like dildos?"

HARRY: (flushed but more from arousal than embarrassment, bites his lip, whispered) "Nothing
wrong with needing a little help getting there..."

LOUIS: (breathless, mesmerized) "Might be nothing wrong with that but there's so many things
wrong with you."

HARRY: (sucking on his bottom lip) "Already admitted to that."

LOUIS: (lays his chin on his arms, mumbled, resigned) "Ugh. I can already see myself getting too
attached to you in the future."

HARRY: "Nothing wrong with that either, I'd think."

LOUIS: (smiles lazily) "We'll see."

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: What gives Louis the impression that he will get 'too attached'?
Why does he already know that?

=================

52. Vixen

Mood: "Sweater Weather" by The Neighbourhood

***

Chapter 52: Vixen

Scene 1

[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 1:07am, King's Word]

HARRY: (in bed, lights off) "Why are we best friends?"

LOUIS: (beside him, facing each other) "What do you mean?"

HARRY: "Like isn't that a big deal? How did we become best friends?"

LOUIS: "Well, I said so and so it was." (Harry snorts) "That's how lots of things happen around
here. Why are you asking?"

HARRY: (frowns in thought) "Because I'm usually very bad with friends and now..." (looks up,
grins) "Now I have a best friend. I don't know how I did it."

LOUIS: (amused) "Me neither to tell you the truth. You are very unlikable."

HARRY: (pouting) "Really?"

LOUIS: (teasing) "Yup. What is there to like in a kind, sweet, generous puppy that is too scared to
talk so he lets you ramble about yourself for hours and smiles at all the right times?"

HARRY: (awed) "That's me? You think I'm like that?"

LOUIS: (fake whisper) "Now is the time to smile."

HARRY: (smiles big) "I'm always smiling when I'm with you."
LOUIS: (exaggerating) "Aw. So cute." (pinches his cheek) "Cute Harry."

HARRY: (smacks his hand away, frowning) "Don't do that."

LOUIS: "Huh?"

HARRY: "Don't talk down to me like that. It hurts me. I know I miss some comments because—"

LOUIS: "I was joking!"

HARRY: (frustrated) "Wait, I wasn't finished..."

LOUIS: (stops, clear he wants to laugh it off but notices Harry's face) "Ok, I'm sorry."

HARRY: "I was going to say that I know I'm oblivious and sometimes I'm daydreaming and I don't
catch a lot of the things others say, especially you since you're very smart with words and in
general but I'm trying really hard to..." (struggles, gulps) "Keep up and stuff." (obvious he's
insecure) "I feel bad when people make me feel stupid."

LOUIS: "I think everyone would feel bad in that situation."

HARRY: "No, but it's worse because...um..."

LOUIS: "Don't say never mind."

HARRY: "It's a long story."

LOUIS: "The night is long too."

HARRY: "You kinda know it."

LOUIS: "What?"

HARRY: "I just...That whole dropping out thing. I'm not that smart." (smiles sadly) "I don't get stuff
that fast."

LOUIS: "There are different types of smart. Even if you're not school smart that does not mean
you're not smart in general. Definitely doesn't mean you're not talented and intelligent like the rest
of us, you hear me?"

HARRY: (smiles) "You're nice to me now."

LOUIS: (snorts) "Don't get used to it."

HARRY: (cuddling further in his blanket, all cute) "I am used to it. Nice Louis makes me happy."

LOUIS: (fond) "Nice Louis only comes out with you and needs to be kept a secret so others still
fear me."

HARRY: (nods adorably, confesses, small) "I like that I can be different with you."

LOUIS: "What do you mean?"

HARRY: "Like...weird. I'm weird. I do weird stuff. But you don't get weirded out. You're weird too. I
like that."

LOUIS: "You are weird—You're my weird kitty."

HARRY: "Please don't pet me again. It was very painful."

LOUIS: (laughing) "You sure it didn't feel painful only because you were coming down."

HARRY: "Yes, I'm sure. It was painful because you pulled my hair. The coming down was nice."

LOUIS: (teasing him, exaggerating) "No! I love your hair. I'd never pull it."

HARRY: (frowns, pouting) "Yes, you would. You did."

LOUIS: (sighing) "You asked why we're best friends, right?" (Harry nods) "This is why. It's easy.
We make it easy for each other. I'm myself around you—well, the nice self—the one that's hidden
deep inside."

HARRY: (whispered, eyes bright) "Must never be shown."

LOUIS: (whispering too) "Exactly. It's our little secret."

HARRY: "I like secrets."

LOUIS: "Yeah? You wanna hear one?"

HARRY: (giddy) "Yeah."

LOUIS: (softly) "Come here."

HARRY: "Where? There?"

LOUIS: "Yes, come closer. I'm gonna tell you the best secret."
HARRY: (excited, shuffling closer) "Yeah?"

LOUIS: (amused, smiling) "The best one."

HARRY: (close to him) "Tell me."

LOUIS: (whispering) "A little closer."

HARRY: (leaning over, holding his breath) "What is it?"

LOUIS: (smirking, screaming in his ear) "I don't make deals with peasants!"

HARRY: (smacks him, annoyed) "Ugh! I knew you were gonna do that!" (pushes him, grit teeth)
"You're so annoying." (smiling despite trying to look mad) "I thought it was real—I got
excited—Ugh."

LOUIS: (cracking up) "I'm sorry..." (more laughing) "I just saw the opportunity—Had to take it."

HARRY: (slumps back on his pillow) "I'm mad at you now."

LOUIS: "Don't be. Oh, come on." (Harry has his face in the pillow) "Fine, I'll tell you a real secret."
(crawls closer so he can lean over, mouth next to Harry's ear) "I like your naughty side. Don't show
it to anyone else. I want it to be mine."

HARRY: (flushed, making a screechy sound) "Louis!"

LOUIS: (moves away, amused) "What? Still mad at me?"

HARRY: (mumbled) "No, but now I'm blushing too hard to show you my face. I must keep it in
here."

LOUIS: (laughing) "I get you all hot, huh?"

HARRY: (squealing) "Louis!"

LOUIS: (laying back on his side, sighing) "You're adorable. That's a problem. A big problem."

Scene 2

[Harry - Zayn Texting Thread]

03/20/14 13:27pm

[ZAYN] Wanna come over tonight?

[HARRY] I'm with Lou. Wanna stay with him... :(

[ZAYN] Are you smiling?

[HARRY] Yes. :)

[HARRY] Are you mad?

[ZAYN] I'm never mad if you're smiling.

[ZAYN] We'll get lunch tomorrow?

[HARRY] Yes! I could sleep over?

[ZAYN] Okie.

[HARRY] :)

Scene 3

[Main Street USA, Walt Disney World in Florida, 3:12pm, You Did Shit; I Did Good]

LOUIS: (motioning towards Sandy, who is eating ice-cream alone on his break) "Okay, go for it."

HARRY: "Now?"

LOUIS: "Yes, before we grow old and don't have working livers."

HARRY: "...Ah because we're drinking—Okay, yes."

LOUIS: (rolls his eyes) "Yes, now do it."

HARRY: "He looks busy. I don't wanna interrupt—"

LOUIS: "Harry, he's eating ice-cream, not teaching rocket science."

HARRY: (makes an uncomfortable noise) "Are you gonna be there? Like come with. Provide silent
support?"

LOUIS: "Go..." (quieter, touching his arm momentarily) "I'm here."

HARRY: (grips on his sleeve) "Can't you do it?"

LOUIS: "No, you're doing it because you can." (drags him forward) "Come."

HARRY: (walks up to Sandy, awkward, squeaky) "Hi. Sandy. That's you, um, I was
wondering—I'm Harry, by the way—Louis' friend, Harry—which you might know of since you're
friends with Louis, I was just wondering if you, if you—"

LOUIS: (beside him) "On with it."

HARRY: (gulps, blushes) "If you...wanted to—to—"

SANDY: "Is this kid asking me out?"

HARRY: (panicked) "No! God no! No, I mean you're very attractive...man, a very attractive man,
not that way, like not in a gay way, just in a normal way...but I was not—not at all." (mortified) "I
was just—I'm sorry!"

LOUIS: (under his breath) "Oh for god's sake." (to Sandy) "He's trying something. Hear him out."

SANDY: (confused) "O-kay."

LOUIS: (touching Harry's back softly) "Go ahead. Finish the sentence."

HARRY: (red, embarrassed, uncomfortable) "I'm not good at this."

LOUIS: "I know, but you're getting there. That wasn't so bad."
SANDY: "That was pretty horrible."

LOUIS: (glares at Sandy, looks back at Harry, encouraging) "Just do it, okay? For me."

HARRY: (shaking with nerves, looking down) "I was wondering if you uh...If you weren't too
busy..."

LOUIS: (soft) "Go on. Come on, you're almost there. Just get it out."

HARRY: (nods) "If you...wanted to—to hang out with me and Louis...tonight? Maybe. We're
grabbing a drink and I was—You could come...So we could be friends, maybe, if you wanted more
friends—I'd like for us to be friends...if you want." (to Louis, desperate, whispering) "Did I do good?
Was that good?"

LOUIS: (nodding, amused) "You did well. Didn't he do well, Sandy?"

SANDY: "Uh..." (Louis gives him a look) "Yes! Perfect. Super well."

HARRY: (smiling, looking up) "Will you come?"

SANDY: "Yeah sure, man. What time?"

HARRY: (looks at Louis, who motions for him to speak) "After work, like six?"

SANDY: "Sure. Are you driving?"

HARRY: "Louis is. I need to uh..." (looks from Sandy to Louis, awkward)

LOUIS: (teasing him) "Well, go ahead then. Shoo. You did your job. I don't need you anymore."
HARRY: (pushes him, grins) "Don't be mean."

LOUIS: (pushes back, chuckling) "Run, I said!" (can't keep a serious face) "Why am I still seeing
your ugly face?"

HARRY: (throws him the middle finger while walking away) "Be a little original. I said that first."

LOUIS: (points his tongue out) "Tell Simon I bought you flowers."

HARRY: (confused) "What?"

LOUIS: "Just tell him." (Harry shakes his head, walking away, Louis turns towards Sandy) "Isn't he
something?"

SANDY: (amused) "He is. Why'd you put him through that? Couldn't you just text me?"

LOUIS: "I wanted him to get some practice. He's terrified of talking to strangers."

SANDY: "You mean, he's always that bad?"

LOUIS: (defensive) "He's not bad. He just...tries too hard because he really wants it. It's cute. He'll
grow on you."

SANDY: (knowing) "He has grown on you."

LOUIS: (snorts) "Yeah. He has. Bad. It's horrible. I can't even shit without thinking about him. I'm
possessed by his dumb face. I need saving."

SANDY: (chuckles) "Oh, come on. This is good for you. People skills."
LOUIS: "I have people skills."

SANDY: "Gentle, people skills. Nice, people skills."

LOUIS: "I'm going to gently kick your balls out of your throat if you don't agree that I need saving."

SANDY: "You need saving. He's to blame. He's ruining you with his adorable dimples."

LOUIS: (grinning) "Thank you. Now try to convince me to stay away. You have until tonight. If I go
back to his afterwards, you've failed me."

SANDY: "I might need more time than that for this epic challenge."

Scene 4

[Simon's Office, Walt Disney World in Florida, 3:45pm, I Miss Me Some Frat Boys]

HARRY: (sitting down) "Louis told me to tell you he bought me flowers."

SIMON: (eyebrows up) "He did now?"

HARRY: "Well, no. He didn't really buy me flowers but he did tell me to tell you."

SIMON: (laughing) "What's the use in that?"

HARRY: "I don't know." (suddenly) "Wait, I think I was supposed to say he did buy me flowers...but
he didn't really. That would be a lie. I don't lie because I'm a good employee, very dependable."
SIMON: (shaking his head, smiling) "You're friends again?"

HARRY: (giddy) "Yes. I have two friends now. And Eleanor. Three friends."

SIMON: (genuine) "That's good. You wanted more friends last time we talked."

HARRY: "Yeah..." (thoughtful) "Yeah...But now I have some, I think. I'm really being accepted by
this group."

SIMON: "What group?"

HARRY: "Louis' group."

SIMON: "Isn't he your friend? Can't he just make you part of the group?"

HARRY: "No, that's not how groups work. They have to like me, his group. But Louis likes me. And
he's teaching me how to say stuff to other people. I'm practicing."

SIMON: "Are you happy?" (Harry nods) "You seem happy. You're not asking for extra work
anymore. You found something to do?"

HARRY: "Yeah, I spend time with Louis."

SIMON: "What else?"

HARRY: "Uh..."

SIMON: (sympathetic) "That's great that you and him are getting along, Harry, but you need to do
other stuff too. Hobbies, remember? We talked about this. You told me you were going to find
some hobbies."

HARRY: (nodding) "When I get more friends then I'll spend time with them."

SIMON: "And hobbies, what about hobbies? Like cooking classes or art classes or—"

HARRY: "Stuff that I do alone, you mean?"

SIMON: "Yes, that kind of stuff. Stuff you do for yourself."

HARRY: "Ah...I don't have much of that stuff now... But I will find some. It's just, I like life like this. I
work, I spend time with kids and then I spend time with Louis and Zayn. Can't that be a hobby?"

SIMON: "Why don't you try swimming? You told me you always wanted to try for the team in
college. There's classes. The hotel has a pool?"

HARRY: (quiet) "I was thinking..."

SIMON: "Yes?"

HARRY: (embarrassed) "Uh, I was just...Maybe I could take online classes?"

SIMON: "Oh. That's good too."

HARRY: (scrunching his pants) "Everyone here seems to have some really fancy degree so I was
thinking maybe I can do some of that..." (biting his lip) "Don't you think?"

SIMON: "I think you need to do whatever makes you happy, Harry, and decide what that is by
yourself, for yourself."
Scene 5

[Outside Simon's Office, Walt Disney World in Florida, 4:30pm, Wifey, Throw Me Your Bouquet]

LOUIS: (jumping out of the corner, holding a bouquet of flowers) "Boo!—Don't punch me in the
face, please!"

HARRY: (startles slightly but laughs it off) "You were smart to keep your distance."

LOUIS: (holds the flowers towards Harry) "I got you these."

HARRY: (makes a face) "Why?"

LOUIS: "Thought you'd rat me out to Simon so might as well get it done."

HARRY: (chuckles, takes them from him) "I did. You thought right."

LOUIS: (rolls his eyes) "Course you did. It's you. I didn't expect anything else."

HARRY: (sniffs the bouquet) "Did you pay for these...?"

LOUIS: (scoffs) "Oh! I court you with roses and you wanna be an ass."

HARRY: (smiling) "I'm impressed either way."

LOUIS: "You've probably had bigger."

HARRY: (grinning) "I have." (afterthought) "Also, that's what he said." (grin widens) "And I've had
bigger in that sense too."

LOUIS: (shakes his head, not even shocked) "You don't know what I'm working with yet. Don't get
cocky—Pun intended, yes, since you love that dumb type of humor. Cock-y. Cocky, like cock but
not. Cocky, get it? It's funny."

HARRY: (laughs) "It's not anymore." (bites his lip, flirty) "I'm always free after work for, you know,
whatever reason... Cock-parisons."

LOUIS: "Did you just say—" (snorts, in disbelief) "Cock-parisons?"

HARRY: "Like comparisons—"

LOUIS: (interjecting, amused) "I get it! I get it. Just...goddammit, I wish I didn't."

HARRY: (mock serious) "I'm very professional with it."

LOUIS: "Ha!" (shoves him, grabs the flowers from his hands) "You don't deserve these because
you're a shit-head and you'll stink 'em up by shoving your face in them."

HARRY: (mumbled) "I'll shove my face in your ass."

LOUIS: (laughs out loud) "Go ahead. But I'll warn you, I've had nineteen dollars worth of tacos
today." (winks at him) "Might not be your best bet, if you catch my drift."

HARRY: (grossed out visibly) "Ugh! Fucken disgusting." (shakes his head, cringes) "Ugh."

LOUIS: (laughs, as they walk towards the car) "Who wins? Who wins? I win. Always. You hear?
Always."
HARRY: (slowly smirking) "Ok."

LOUIS: "Oh, don't start." (Harry blinks innocently) "Don't start. You can't win by always annoying
me to accept defeat. That's unfair."

HARRY: (slowly, stretching the word) "...Okay?"

LOUIS: (shaking his head, stomping ahead) "So unfair."

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: What do you love most about Harry? What do you love most
about Louis?

=================

53. Vantage

Chapter 53: Vantage

Scene 1

[Louis - Sandy Texting Thread]

03/18/14 21:12pm

[SANDY] Hey fucker I thought we were hanging out tonight...

[LOUIS] SHIT! That was tonight. Shit! I'm sorry I forgot!

[SANDY] You forgot?!?!?!?!?!?!

[SANDY] How could you forget after that formal invitation?

[LOUIS] It's my bad. We saw Despicable Me 2 was out and just went for it. Sorry, man.

[LOUIS] Don't be mad at Harry.

[SANDY] I don't know what you owe me but you owe me shit.

[LOUIS] Two beers next time.

[LOUIS] And I'll wingman for you.

[SANDY] Deal.

Scene 2

[Harry - Zayn Texting Thread]

03/18/14 22:21pm

[ZAYN] I thought we were hanging out tonight...?

[HARRY] OHNO!

[HARRY] NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
[ZAYN] ???

[HARRY] I forgot! It slipped my mind. I did something else and I forgot and ugh!

[HARRY] I feel horrible!

[HARRY] I'm sorry.

[HARRY] I feel awful.

[ZAYN] It's okay. Was just worried. You didn't show up. Wanted to make sure you were okay.

[HARRY] I ended up taking Louis to the movies.

[HARRY] Don't be mad at Louis. My fault.

[HARRY] Tomorrow?

[ZAYN] With Perrie tomorrow.

[ZAYN] Weekend?

[HARRY] For sure. I'm sorry. :(

[ZAYN] It's cool.

[HARRY] No, it's not cool.

[ZAYN] H, it's okay. It happens. First one you've missed in six years. It's allowed, I think.

[HARRY] This weekend I'll make it up to you.

[ZAYN] Bring beer and you're forgiven.

[HARRY] Can I bring Lou?

[ZAYN] Ehhhhhhh.

[HARRY] Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease, Zay, please?

[HARRY] *insert puppy face here*

[HARRY] I will love you so much forever and ever.

[ZAYN] Sure. Why not?

[HARRY] THANK YOU I LOVE YOU

[ZAYN] &IU.

Scene 3

[Changing Rooms, Walt Disney World in Florida, 7:18am, Morning Dress-Up]

LOUIS: (already changing, sees Zayn walk in, quiet) "Hey."

ZAYN: "Good morning."

LOUIS: "Thanks for letting me steal Harry yesterday."

ZAYN: "Thanks for not shattering Harry's hopes today."

LOUIS: "I was going to thank you for not being an ass about it too but..."

ZAYN: "Let's not get ahead of ourselves here. One thank you at a time. My heart is not used to
your gratitude. Lemme build tolerance first."

LOUIS: (slams the locker shut, desperate) "Do you still think I'm the bad guy, Zayn?"

ZAYN: "Forgive me for not jumping in your arms after you apologized a month later. I could do it
now. You ready to catch me?"

LOUIS: "Why do you have to hold a grudge when he's over it?"

ZAYN: "Let's just say I'm less trusting than Harry, a bit more guarded."

LOUIS: "It's dumb to keep talking about this. I fucked up. I get it. I'm sorry. I know he comes to you
when he's hurt so I'm sorry for putting you through that. Is that what you wanna hear?"

ZAYN: "You don't have to apologize to me for that. I don't mind being there for him. You don't have
to apologize for anything. You just have to prove to me that it'll get better from here."

LOUIS: "It will. I promise."

ZAYN: "Prove, not promise."

LOUIS: "Okay. I will."

ZAYN: "Good then."

LOUIS: "Can we get better from here? If I'm not supposed to apologize then what am I supposed
to do? Pretend it's not awkward that we can't hang out together when we share a best friend?"

ZAYN: (sarcastic) "Yeah, you're right. My bad." (Louis is stunned) "Do you, Louis Tomlinson, want
to marry me—"

LOUIS: "Oh, fuck you."

ZAYN: "What, we share a best friend, I mean we practically have to share a life together too,
right?"

LOUIS: (walking out) "Go to hell."

ZAYN: (calling after him) "I'll knock when I'm there so you can let me in."

LOUIS: (turns around) "Ugh! I'm just trying to like you—like me back!"

ZAYN: (rolls his eyes) "You're trying too hard."

LOUIS: "I thought you liked that in people."

ZAYN: "Apparently not."

LOUIS: "Are you ever going to like me?"

ZAYN: (shrugs, half-grin) "Probably."

LOUIS: (wants to seem mad but is relieved) "Good. How soon, can I have a time estimate?"

ZAYN: "How's three years?"

LOUIS: "That's not gonna work for me. How about three days?"

ZAYN: "Now I'm having cold feet."

LOUIS: "Let's chill, me and you."

ZAYN: "Look, when I talked about the marrying part...I was joking. You know that, right?"

LOUIS: "Come on, douche, be serious."

ZAYN: "The medicine tastes bitter? But Louis, it's a taste of yours."

LOUIS: (whining like a child, throws his water bottle at Zayn who avoids it) "Let's get high
together."

ZAYN: (thinks for a second) "That...I might have to accept out of respect for the weed gods."
(hands him the water bottle) "Why do you care so much?"

LOUIS: (shrugs) "Because I care about him...and you. Go ahead make marriage jokes--I'm over it.
At least you cook so whatever, let's get married. I don't eat fish but we can work around that."
ZAYN: (impressed, amused) "Come over Saturday." (smirking) "I'll refrain from cooking fish."

LOUIS: (grinning) "I'll bring the good stuff."

Scene 4

[Rainforest Cafe, Walt Disney World in Florida, 3:11pm, Lunchtime]

LOUIS: "When did Harry tell you he was gay?"

LIAM: "I don't think he did. Zayn mentioned it and then with Ed popping up, I put two and two
together—Man, you really doubt my IQ that much?"

LOUIS: "I was just wondering. I think about it at times."

LIAM: "Why?"

LOUIS: "Because I'm fairly close to him, I'd like to think, or want to be. And I'm close to Luke,
who's gay as well, but it's different somehow. I get different vibes, feel differently."

LIAM: "Wow, it's almost like gay people came with different personalities and attitudes."

LOUIS: (rolling his eyes) "I get that. Man, everyone's so sassy today, what gives?"

LIAM: "You bring out the best in people."

LOUIS: "Right. I'm sure. I'm just talking about the gay part here. I deal with their gay a different
way."
LIAM: "Half the time, I can't tell if you're adorably ignorant to this subject or secretly homophobic."

LOUIS: "Neither. I'm not homophobic and I'm not ignorant. I'm confused. I'm confused because
I've never noticed Luke check me out though he says he does but with Harry, I always catch him."

LIAM: "That's because he's awkward and bad at it." (seeing Louis frowns) "Don't get me wrong, it
makes it ten times more endearing."

LOUIS: "He checks you out too?"

LIAM: "He checks all boys out the same way you check all girls out."

LOUIS: "Does it bother you when he does it?"

LIAM: "No. It's flattering. He thinks I'm attractive. If he's looking, if I catch his sight, it means I've
done something right that day. I almost get insulted if he doesn't look at me." (snorts) "And he's
model-quality so it feels even better to get his attention." (serious) "I don't see why men get so
worked over this. If you check out a lesbian, you don't apologize about it because you tell yourself
if she doesn't want me, whatever. He's the same way. He knows I'm straight but he thinks I have
nice abs. I don't think him looking necessarily means he'll jump me in an alley."

LOUIS: (nods, awed then ashamed, confessing) "I didn't grow up in a neighborhood where people
were like that...Like at all. It was the opposite. I wasn't taught any of this." (under his breath) "It
would have been much easier otherwise."

LIAM: "None of us blame you for anything. It's obvious you're willing to learn. I'm almost impressed
at how concerned you are with understanding. I'm sure Harry is too. You should ask him."

LOUIS: "I'm not a stranger to being checked out. It isn't about that. It's about the fact that I'm
hypersensitive about it—I obsess over looking at him doing it, almost as much as he looks."

LIAM: (chuckles) "I don't get why you get so detail-oriented with this stuff. Does it really interfere
with your life if he looks at you?"

LOUIS: "It doesn't. I sorta..." (reluctantly) "Get a thrill out of it."

LIAM: "Ha! See, you see my point. It's flattering. I almost feel like the hottest cheerleader in
school, walking past the jocks."

LOUIS: (blinks at him) "Is that a fantasy of yours?"

LIAM: "Totally. If I wasn't a hot boy, I'd be a hot girl with pigtails and a football player boyfriend."

LOUIS: (rolling his eyes) "He has a crush on me."

LIAM: "Harry? Yeah, he does, but we all do, really. You're my man-crush and Niall's and Sandy's,
definitely Ashton's who worships you. Luke's turned off since you turned mainstream."

LOUIS: (eyebrows up) "Flattered. It seems like I'm the hot cheerleader at school." (shrugs, smirks)
"Anyway, I was just making sure you knew I ranked higher than you in his mind."

Scene 5

[Changing Rooms, Walt Disney World in Florida, 8:18am, Morning Dress-Up]

HARRY: "I wanna get a beer today. Read: I wanna get smashed."

LOUIS: "My, my. Having a shit day then? It's only 8am."

HARRY: "Only slightly. A kid puked on me at breakfast and I think my sister's getting married."
LOUIS: "Isn't that a good thing?"

HARRY: (quickly) "No, it's perfect."

LOUIS: "Then why do you look like that?"

HARRY: "Like what?"

LOUIS: "Like you're about to gouge your eyes out Oedipus-style."

HARRY: "Who is Oedipus?"

LOUIS: (makes a face, opens his mouth, Harry flushes in shame, Louis changes his answer last
second) "We should read it tonight, together." (smiles) "We could act it out."

HARRY: "Really?"

LOUIS: "It's not one of my favorites but it's cool. What do you say?" (Harry nods eagerly) "What's
up with the sister?"

HARRY: (shrugs) "I'm happy for her."

LOUIS: "Is this the rehearsed speech you have planned for her wedding night? Because it sounds
just as plastic and fake."

HARRY: "I am!" (sighs) "I am. I hope she's happy. She will be. They're happy together. I'm happy
she's happy."

LOUIS: "What is happy again? You repeated it so many times now it lost its meaning."
HARRY: "I'm just..." (shaking his head) "Marriages get me stressed."

LOUIS: "Commitment issues?"

HARRY: "More like commitment fetish." (chuckles, under his breath) "I wish I was her."

LOUIS: (stunned) "You're twenty-two. Most people your age flee at the mention of the word. Flee
far."

HARRY: "Most people my age are happily exploring the world."

LOUIS: "You should do that too."

HARRY: (blushed) "We've both seen what me exploring looks like."

LOUIS: "Glitter-fairy."

HARRY: (snorts) "Precisely... So I'd rather be a married housewife with nine cats."

LOUIS: "You'll get married. You can start on that cats thing early. Why wait?"

HARRY: "I should have been married. I was engaged."

LOUIS: (frozen) "You were engaged? He proposed to you?"

HARRY: (sad smile) "He did. In a concert. With flowers!" (giddy) "And I said yes. It was a happy
yes too—there was no doubt in my mind then." (smile drops) "And now here I am in a locker
room..." (throwing his clothes in the locker roughly) "Not married." (shutting the locker forcefully)
"Attending my sister's wedding." (louder) "My sister who met her fiancee two years after I met
mine—the guy supposed to be my fiancee..." (huffing in frustration, hand in his hair) "That should
have been my wedding. I deserved that wedding!"

LOUIS: (looking down) "Maybe it's better that it wasn't. Imagine having to divorce. Clearly you had
a reason to break up."

HARRY: "Stupid, stupid reason."

LOUIS: (curious) "What was it?"

HARRY: "I wasn't ready."

LOUIS: (confused) "I thought he dumped you?"

HARRY: "He did because I wasn't ready to be a good boyfriend."

LOUIS: "That...I can relate to. What is a boyfriend?"

HARRY: (chuckles) "I'd show you but..." (shrugs)

LOUIS: (smirks) "I thought you weren't ready..."

HARRY: (sighs, genuine) "I feel ready now...but of course, when you want a relationship, there's
none around. That's how life works."

LOUIS: "If this is going to be you drunk, I'd rather not attend this pity party."

HARRY: "You're right. I'm just being overdramatic. I'm happy for her. I'm happy to be there for her.
And believe it or not, I'm happy without him. Kinda. I'm okay." (smiles sadly at him, ready to leave)
"I'll see you around?"
LOUIS: (leaning down to put his socks on, purposely stretching his butt towards Harry) "Where are
we going to go tonight?"

HARRY: "Hmm..." (too busy eyeing his behind, completely mesmerized)

LOUIS: (smirking) "Tonight. Are we drinking or what?" (stands straight again, stretches) "I'll drive if
you get wasted."

HARRY: (still staring at him, eyes running up Louis' body, lingering on Louis' collarbone, the
stretch of skin revealed by his rising shirt, and finally his groin) "Sure. Let's do something simple.
Like the village. I plan on getting drunk."

LOUIS: "Are you checking me out?"

HARRY: (eyes snap back to Louis' satisfied ones) "Maybe?" (turns around) "Sorry. It's instinctive. I
can't help it sometimes. It'll die down once I get close to you. I'll get that brotherly feeling then it'll
be too weird." (chuckles) "Took about a month with Zayn."

LOUIS: (stunned, almost insulted) "Oh..."

HARRY: "I really am sorry. I don't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. Trust me, I know my
boundaries very well."

LOUIS: (grumpy, pursuing his lips) "Right." (crossing his arms) "I don't care."

HARRY: "Good." (smiles a last time) "I'll see you tonight." (leaves)

***
QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Is Louis slowly being friendzoned?

=================

54. Virgin

DEDICATION: This chapter is for the lovely, Mariah, who has been here for quite some time now
and is always patient with me though I'm sure she's witnessed many of my bad episodes. Thank
you for everything and awesome, awesome job in the Confessions contest. I was blown away
completely.

MOOD: "Don't" by Ed Sheeran

***

Chapter 54: Virgin

[Parking Lot, Walt Disney World in Florida, 6:29pm, Ed, Ed & Teddy]

ZAYN: (text message) "Call Ed. He's not doing well. Cheer him up. Don't fight."

HARRY: (text message) "Wait, really??"

ZAYN: (text message) "Really. He needs you and it'll do you good. Don't pick a fight."

HARRY: (reads the message pacing around, sighs heavily, does as told, dials, nervous) "Hey."

ED: (audible affection) "Harry...hi."

HARRY: "Uh, is this a good time?"

ED: "Depends. How heavy is the call going to be? Do you have bad news? Who died?"

HARRY: "No one. What?"

ED: "Well someone has to have died for you to call me." (snorts) "Did Zayn die?"

HARRY: "That's not funny."

ED: "No, I suppose it isn't..."

HARRY: (awkward pause) "I was just..." (looking into the distance, recovering) "Just calling to say
hi. I should call back then?"

ED: "No, if it's a happy call, I'll take it. I just can't handle heavy right now."

HARRY: "You've smoked up?"

ED: (chuckling) "Yeah. I'm high out of my mind. In LA, trying to get this record deal to go through
and it's not working..." (mild exasperation leaking in his voice) "Like at all... They don't like me
so..." (pause where he inhales) "So I'll just smoke weed and drink beer until I forget they even
exist and I exist and the world exists."

HARRY: "And me?"

ED: "Not you. You'll exist. The world will just be you for a bit."

HARRY: (snorts) "Heavy."

ED: "Or I could get black out drunk, then you won't exist either."

HARRY: "Healthy."

ED:"Don't sass me, if you ain't gonna hug it better."

HARRY: "You're doing all the sassing."

ED: "Sorry, I'm frustrated. All the things I wanted to tell them are bubbling out. They think I'm not
media-compatible. You know what that means, hubby, that means I'm too fat and too ugly for teen
girls, that's what that means. I bet if they could respectfully call me what I am then they would.
Media-compatible, my fat ass."

HARRY: (soft) "You called me 'hubby'..."

ED: "I did? I'm sorry. I didn't notice. I'm...not myself right now." (snorts) "Really high...Too high."

HARRY: "Yeah, of course. I didn't think much of it..." (awkward pause, Harry coughs) "Gemma's
getting married."

ED: (tired, sad) "Yeah, I know. She called to ask me if I could sing...at the wedding." (chuckles)
"Now that's just cruel, right? That has got to fall under the category of brutal."

HARRY: (spacy, in thought) "She meant well...She uh... She'd be happy...if you did. You're
great—really great, amazing. Anybody'd be happy to have you..." (choked) "Sing—have you sing
at their wedding." (pause) "Will you come?"

ED: "Will you want me there?"

HARRY: "Will she come with you?"

ED: "Will you want her there?"

HARRY: "Gemma probably would."

ED: "And you?"

HARRY: "I'll live."

ED: (self-deprecating snort) "You'll live... What am I supposed to do there anyway? Sing songs I
wrote for you? In someone else's wedding? Songs I wrote for my own wedding? In front of my ex
and perhaps my future wife?" (under his breath) "Jesus Christ, what the hell was she thinking?"

HARRY: (trying to make a bad joke) "That we'd get married again?" (long silence) "Ed?"

ED: "Man, cruelty must run in the family then."

HARRY: "I'm sorry. I thought it'd lighten the situation..."

ED: "Lighten the—" (shuts up, breathes) "This is not what I want to talk about right now. Let's just
drop it. I can't even worry about that right now."

HARRY: "You're overthinking it, these meetings. You always get so self-conscious. That's why
they go so horribly."

ED: (snapping) "You don't know what these douchebags do to me—how cutthroat it really is up
here...I just. It frustrates me. Useless trips. Sleeping in disgusting hotels I can barely afford. Cheap
beer I sneak in. Practically selling my organs for weed. What's the point of writing lyrics no one
wants to hear? I can write all I want. I'll still be fat." (catching himself) "Wow, I'm sorry. I ask for a
happy call and there I go making it all about me and my petty problems. Classic, ey?"
HARRY: (genuine, caring) "Do you need money?"

ED: "No. Harry, no."

HARRY: "I'm serious. If you're in a tough spot...I've been doing lots of extra work lately. I'm doing
well, I could help—"

ED: "No." (bitter snort) "I'm in a tough spot but for once that's not going to be your burden as well.
I'm not putting you through any more of this stupid dream chasing."

HARRY: "Ed...Teddy..."

ED: (stern) "No, okay? I'll figure it out. I'll try again. I'll...do something or another. Maybe I need
this, the butt-kicking. Maybe this will make me fight harder, work harder, write better songs."

HARRY: (reluctantly) "Can't she help?"

ED: "Who? Tay? She's on tour. Probably another reason why I'm being pissy right now. Not good
at being alone."

HARRY: (can't help himself) "Come visit."

ED: (pause in line) "I don't know..."

HARRY: "Yeah, of course. I don't even know why I suggested that. That would be a bad idea."
(palming his face momentarily, fixing his hair) "Forget I said it."

ED: "I would..." (mumbled) "If I trusted myself more."

HARRY: "If you trusted me more, you mean?"

ED: (snorts) "That too."

HARRY: "I'm not still stuck on you if that's what worries you. I'm not trying to win you back over
here."

ED: "How sweet."

HARRY: "I just care for you and don't know what else to say since I have no idea what happens
with your life now. And since you were alone, I thought it'd help to be with someone, close to
someone, have someone take care of you—and I'm free, a lot of the time, you know..."

ED: "I bet if I were there you'd be doing that wide-eyed, pout thing—your conning face."

HARRY: (smiles without noticing) "I don't know what you're talking about."

ED: "Yeah, yeah. Guilt-tripping me into all this shit. Pretending to be innocent and nice."

HARRY: "I am nice. I'm the nicest. I offered to help."

ED: "It would probably cost me though."

HARRY: "How?"

ED: "I don't know how but I know it would—things don't come in cheap when it comes to you."

HARRY: "I mean if you were single, yeah, I'd fuck you or whatever."
ED: "Don't swear! You know I hate that word. I thought you laid off swearing since you started
working there."

HARRY: "What was I supposed to say?" (forceful) "If you were still single, I'd make love to you?
We both know that's not true. We'd fuck and it'd be good sex."

ED: (angry) "You piss me off when you say shit like this. I wouldn't sleep with you even if I wasn't
dating Taylor because you're my ex and when I did sleep with you, I never 'fucked' you for your
information. It was never just that for me. We did make love. That's exactly how it was on my side.
Saying that crude, vulgar word cheapens all we had."

HARRY: (laughs humorlessly) "Whatever."

ED: "I thought you called to catch up, not rehash useless drama from a relationship that's dead."

HARRY: (stung) "You got pissy first."

ED: "You provoked me. What do you get out of this anyway? Why did you call?"

HARRY: "Honestly? To talk..." (sighs regretfully) "Honestly, Ed. Just talk...I didn't..." (winces,
shakes his head) "Want to make you mad. I got carried away. It was completely inappropriate for
me to say. I apologize. I slipped up. I've been horny lately and, you know how that song and dance
goes. I crossed the line."

ED: "It's fine. We all get a little itchy talking about the past." (exhales, clear he's smoking, his voice
is thick when he speaks again) "For what it's worth, if I had never dated you, I'd have gladly
accepted the offer with or without a girlfriend." (Harry hisses, clearly uncomfortable with the topic)
"But then again, I might be bias since I think you're the only boy in the world that gets me this
wrecked just using your voice..."

HARRY: (his breath trembles a little) "Yeah?"

ED: "Yeah, you're my exception." (quiet, tense) "Is that how you felt about him?"

HARRY: (pleading, anguished) "Teddy..."

ED: (bitter, clear he's hurting when speaking about it) "And still, still...with all that bullshit, I can't
help wanting you physically. The only thing that keeps me from kissing your mouth every minute of
every day is the shit we went through."

HARRY: (gulps) "You mean the shit I put you through?"

ED: (pained snort) "That too."

HARRY: (silence) "It was harsh, the song...It hurt."

ED: "It hurt for me too. It hurt to write."

HARRY: "Fans like it."

ED: "And you?"

HARRY: (smiles, choked up) "You called me out. And you were so...so..." (struggling, emotional)
"Vulnerable about it that even I for a second rooted for you. Even I said, fuck that noise, when the
song was about me! I was that bitch you were talking about."

ED: "I disguised it. They think it's a girl. They don't know."

HARRY: "Who cares if they don't know? I know! It hurt."

ED: "I'm not gonna apologize. It's the only way I found that helped. It's the only way I could release
all that pain and frustration. Music comes from my heart. I can't censor it. I can't pretend I'm happy
and sing sappy love songs when I'm struggling to breathe. That's how I was when I wrote it. I
wrote it on that plane back, sobbing my eyes out. And my hand was shaking so much that the
words were barely legible and the woman next to me kept saying it would be okay without even
knowing what had happened. All over my arm I had written 'don't call him' with a pen because I
feared the moment I landed, I'd be back with you though I knew it wouldn't work out. I counted
minutes that first day. You know what made it unbearable? The fact that I knew you were worst,
crying somewhere alone, calling me, leaving voicemails that had me bawling until I could not
longer feel my chest. I know you had three panic attacks that night. Zayn told me. We do that to
each other. That's why we can't be together. That's what makes your lips not so tempting
anymore."

HARRY: (crying silently, wiping his tears on the jacket sleeve clutched in his hand) "Write a song
about that..."

ED: "I have. But I can't sing it yet. I will at some point though and I'll gift it to you, just you. It can be
our little closure."

HARRY: (sniffles, takes a deep breath, voice quiet) "I thought we weren't rehashing past drama..."

ED: "Right." (coughs, clear he was crying as well) "You're right." (sighs) "Dammit. Will it always be
like this? Between us? Will it always be this...painful?"

HARRY: (shrugs sadly) "Maybe...Maybe it's just not meant to be."

ED: "I want my best friend back."

HARRY: (whispering, closing his eyes) "Me too, Teddy. Me too."

ED: "Why do you still call me that?"

HARRY: (confessing) "Makes me feel better. It's like a safe word. It comforts me."
ED: "It's yours then."

HARRY: "She doesn't call you that?"

ED: "No. I won't let her. That's you. You call me that."

HARRY: "Thank you."

ED: "It's hard though, huh? Nine months and it's still hard. Thinking about it doesn't get easier
either. Pain dulls but it's still there..."

HARRY: (sniffling) "It's just the first time we talked in those months—first time I wasn't bawling my
eyes out..." (small) "Begging you to come back..." (long pause) "I'm sure after this, things will
improve. We just needed to get over this step. Now we know where we stand. Now we can just be
ourselves again."

ED: "I hope so. Because I want us to be friends and I want us to be there for the big moments."

HARRY: (wipes his eyes) "So make a big moment happen. Get this deal."

ED: "I'm trying. Not my fault they think my accent's weird and my tummy's too flabby."

HARRY: "They probably—"

LOUIS: (spots him from a distance, runs over, interrupts Harry by tackling him into a hug) "You
were gonna leave without me, you selfish, little brat."

HARRY: (startles, squeaking) "Louis!" (turns around to see Louis smirking at him) "What's wrong
with you? Do you wanna get punched again?" (to Ed) "One second, Ed..." (Louis' eyes narrow as
he glares the phone) "I was waiting for you. I didn't forget. Get in the car."
LOUIS: "No. I don't want to go in the cage, thank you very much." (sulking) "Besides you didn't
hug me back."

ED: (amused) "Who's this, Harry? He sounds interesting."

HARRY: "A friend—" (humphs as Louis hugs him again, squeezing him tighter at the label) "—best
friend. My best friend who's not Zayn..."

LOUIS: (mumbled against Harry's shirt) "Hug me back, moron."

HARRY: (wraps one arm around him, the other still on the phone) "I'm on the phone. I'll hug you
back when I'm done. Won't take long."

ED: "Oh, it just might. I wanna hear all about him. He must be pretty high up your crush list if he's
calling you moron and treating you like garbage. Those are your initial mating stages."

HARRY: (to Ed) "Oh, you have no idea."

LOUIS: (not letting go) "I'm cold."

HARRY: "Get in the car. Turn on the heat." (to Ed) "He gets a bit confusing after work—"

LOUIS: (whiny, dramatic) "Why are you not giving me your jacket?" (louder, pulling away,
stomping his feet) "I said I was cold, Styles. Jacket me." (crosses his arms) "Now."

ED: (laughing) "Oh my god, you're dating a diva. I'm in love with this. I hope he's making your life
hell. How does this even work? You're a baby—You want someone to put your arms in the jacket
holes because you're too small and cute to do it yourself! And now, this, how do you function
together?"
HARRY: (chuckling) "We don't. We wouldn't. That's why we're not dating..." (looks at Louis, rolls
his eyes, holds the phone with one hand, pulls the other one out of his jacket) "Best friends, I
said... but he does often find ways to make my life hell so you'd like him either way." (hands Louis
the jacket, Louis doesn't move, Harry shakes it around) "Here."

LOUIS: (spoiled) "I don't want it if you're not giving it with love." (points his tongue out, stomps
towards the car) "And if I'm making your life hell then fine, don't talk to me." (throwing his hands in
the air, making a scene) "Don't pay attention to me. Just ignore me for other people—better
people—people who can sing better and be better and—and do all that cute stuff with balloons."

HARRY: (shaking his head, smile on his face) "Oh boy. There he goes. This is going to cost me. I
hope you're happy."

ED: "Give the jacket with love, Harry. It's like you don't know the rules of courting."

HARRY: "I'm not courting him. He's straight. Like really straight. Remember when Liam made that
joke about 100% straight-ness. That's him. Louis invented that phrase and embodies it pretty
well."

ED: "Ah... You wish though. I can practically hear the thirst."

HARRY: (looking at Louis who's busy slouching on top of the hood, ass facing Harry, stretched in
the jeans since he's bending over, Harry bites his lip, eying it, whispering, husky) "You'd want him
too if you saw what he looks like. He's so goddamn sexy. Everything about him drives me wild.
He's giving me a show right now—on purpose of course, he's a bit of a tease—but I don't mind
because..."

ED: "Wank off material for a week!"

HARRY: (laughing) "A month!"

ED: "And this is why I need to be kept in the loop. Snapchat solves these issues of poor me not
having witnessed this glory." (flirty) "Bonus points if your face is in it too."
HARRY: (teasing) "Wait, wait, in his ass or in the picture?"

ED: (laughing out loud) "I'll accept both."

HARRY: (whispered) "And what about just my face...or my ass?"

ED: (hesitates) "You might not wanna do that..."

HARRY: "Why not?"

ED: "Because then you'd get pics of my ginger bum in return and they'll be none too flattering."

HARRY: "Your butt has freckles. Your butt is weird."

ED: "Offense taken."

HARRY: (laughs genuinely) "I'll add you on Snap and we'll solve this later." (Louis glances back
subtly, notices he's lost Harry's attention, huffs, tries to climb on top of the car by crawling on the
hood, immediately Harry voices his concern) "Don't do that, love." (Louis growls under his breath,
rolls his eyes, assuming it's meant for Ed)

ED: "Don't do what?"

HARRY: "Not you." (louder) "Louis, I'm talking to you. Enough of that. You'll really get hurt. Come
on now."

LOUIS: (stunned) "Oh..." (sitting on the hood, still trying to process it, smirks slowly) "Come stop
me then." (makes his way to the top of the Rover)
HARRY: "Louis! Come get the jacket." (Louis gives him the middle finger, struggling to make the
final climb on the roof, getting stuck, giving up and laying there half on the roof, the rest of his body
on the windshield) "You'll fall through the window. Get down."

LOUIS: (moaning) "Help."

HARRY: "Louis!"

LOUIS: (mock crying, loud) "I hate you. You did this!"

HARRY: (sighs) "Sorry, Ed, he's being a child."

ED: "It sounds like no one can even begin to get your attention when he's around. He wants to be
front and centre, no competition. He's aggressive about it too. He demands it." (chuckles) "I'll let
you go save him."

HARRY: (sheepishly) "Sorry. I'll call though. And I'll snap you. Later. We'll get this awkwardness
sorted out."

ED: "Yes, we will. And you get that whatever-that-is sorted out."

HARRY: "I'll try." (smiles) "Bye, Teddy." (looks at Louis for a minute before walking towards the
car) "I'm done. Get down. Climb down so we can leave."

LOUIS: (dramatic) "Drive with me here. Throw me off a cliff. Kill me."

HARRY: (leans on the car) "What's gotten into you, silly?"

LOUIS: (suddenly pops up, jumps on Harry, practically dragging him to the floor) "You're mine!
You're not allowed to have other friends. I'm your only friend."
HARRY: (laughing, pulling him up on his feet again) "I don't have friends, don't worry. They don't
like me."

LOUIS: (latches on his leg, grumbling like a child) "No."

HARRY: (fond) "You're being ridiculous." (caresses his hair, soft) "You're cold. Look at your arms.
Let's get inside."

LOUIS: (jolts up again) "I hate you. You're mean." (runs on the driver side of the car) "I'll drive."

HARRY: (still lost but gets in the passenger seat nonetheless, hands an expectant Louis the keys)
"As long as it's not off a cliff."

LOUIS: (giddy, bouncing in excitement) "And I get to have jacket too."

HARRY: (hands him the jacket that he was holding) "Whatever you want, princess."

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Is the Harry x Ed chapter closed? Where do they stand now?

=================

55. Vuhgina

Chapter 55: Vuhgina

[Some Random Parking Lot, Somewhere in Orlando, 11:29pm, Chick Flick Turned R]
HARRY: (sitting on the hood of the car, leaning back on the windshield, beer bottle in hand) "If you
had told me that this is what I'd be doing in the future, past me might have actually gotten excited."

LOUIS: (beside him, also sitting on the hood, cross-legged, bottle on his lap) "What's wrong with
this?"

HARRY: "Nothing. Like I said, a snapshot of this looks pretty perfect. I'm outside, on top of my car,
looking at the sky, drinking beer with a good-looking boy beside me. It's picture perfect. We could
put it on Instagram or Tumblr and they'd think these two are living the life."

LOUIS: (smirks) "So what's the point you're trying to make?"

HARRY: "That I'm not looking at it without context. I know what comes before and after this so
it's..." (shakes his head) "Just confusing really. This day has turned really long to be honest..."

LOUIS: "You might need to chug another bottle if you're already feeling down."

HARRY: "Alcohol makes you feel down. It's a depressant. If I chug another one, I'll fall asleep
here. I've been up since six."

LOUIS: (leans back on the windshield as well, peels the label off the bottle) "Why'd you shove
everything in today? You got news that your sister's getting hitched and decided to double check
your ex still doesn't want to?"

HARRY: (chuckles) "Maybe subconsciously that was it."

LOUIS: "What was it consciously?"

HARRY: "Zayn told me he wasn't feeling well. I had to call him at some point. Two birds, one
stone."
LOUIS: "Why did you have to call him?"

HARRY: "We hadn't had a proper talk since...well, since months ago."

LOUIS: (rips the entire label off in one swift motion) "What's the use in talking to him?"

HARRY: (shrugs) "He makes me feel better."

LOUIS: "Most people don't have that reaction to their ex-s. Plus, I don't know how you define feel
better but I normally don't cry while doing it."

HARRY: (bites his lip, looks ahead) "I wasn't crying...just—"

LOUIS: "Your eyes were red. Your nose was runny. You looked beyond upset. And your cheeks
had yet to dry. You were crying."

HARRY: "I was tearing up. I got emotional."

LOUIS: (disguised worry) "He hurt you? He said something to hurt you?"

HARRY: "No..." (winces silently) "Not really. We bickered a little bit but it was my fault."

LOUIS: "What'd you do?"

HARRY: (snorts bitterly) "I'd rather not say..." (mouths the bottle, drinks) "It was stupid anyway."

LOUIS: (curious, sitting up) "What? Now you have me guessing in my head."
HARRY: (looks at him) "I swore."

LOUIS: (amused) "Swore? You told him off?"

HARRY: "Not quite."

LOUIS: "What then? Spit it out."

HARRY: (frowns) "Why does it matter? It was inappropriate. He was right to be pissed off. Come
to think of it, I'd have been disappointed if he wasn't. I wanted to piss him off because he seemed
so calm and unaffected. I wanted to prove that I could still get to him—It was stupid."

LOUIS: (slides down the hood) "What, you told him you wanted him back?" (paces around, kicking
at rocks, sentences almost snarled) "You told him you loved him?"

HARRY: (confused) "No." (pause, Louis picks up a rock and throws it off the side of the road) "I
told him I wanted him."

LOUIS: "Wanted him?"

HARRY: (blushing) "Just wanted him, you know?"

LOUIS: "You wanted to bed him again?"

HARRY: (makes a strangled noise) "Yeah, pretty much. Was crude about it too. Pretty gross, not
anything I had ever told him before. I never used to get vulgar with him until the break up. Now I
can't help slipping the f-word. On purpose too, I think. He's right in thinking that. I like seeing him
snap when he hears it. He got pissy. Over the way I phrased it. It got awkward. I shouldn't have
said it. It was uncalled for."
LOUIS: (silent, speaking up cautiously) "Do you, want him?"

HARRY: "Dunno."

LOUIS: "Yes, you do know. Man up."

HARRY: "I do...I guess, I do...a lot, now that I think about it. I'm horny. I can't help getting horny
when I hear his voice because I associate it with—well, and he does too!" (frantic) "It's not just me
being a lovesick stalker. He gets a similar reaction. Probably why he doesn't like talking to me
much..." (huffs, settles down) "If I wasn't horny, I wouldn't have said anything."

LOUIS: (not looking at him) "There's lots of people around. Why him? Why your ex? Was he really
that good?"

HARRY: "He was unbelievably good."

LOUIS: (curious despite himself) "Yeah? How so?"

HARRY: "He was...ah..." (dreamy almost) "Very gentle with me and loving. Yet when I wanted it
rough, he really took control in a way that still made me feel valued." (Louis gulps, walks closer to
the car) "Plus..." (gets really quiet, flushed)

LOUIS: (leaning on the car, almost breathless) "Plus what?"

HARRY: "He was really good at—at...letting me...uh..." (uncomfortable) "He was really good at
satisfying my fetishes." (wringing his hands) "I have lots of those and Ed was always so
comfortable exploring them with me and—" (stupid smile on his face, eyes down) "You don't know
how good it feels to have your fetishes respected and satisfied...it's like...like..." (shakes his head,
out of words) "The entire experience becomes an orgasm—that's what it's like, a mental orgasm."

LOUIS: (speechless) "Wow."

HARRY: (scratching the back of his head, sheepish) "Yeah...I just—I don't even know how we got
to this topic really. I'm sorry. Let's talk about some—"

LOUIS: "What kind of fetishes?"

HARRY: "Huh?"

LOUIS: "Like...what did you like and stuff? What did he do that you really liked?"

HARRY: "Quickies..." (ashamed) "In public..." (panicked) "Like not so others watch us or like some
type of public indecency—It's not about that at all. We were always well-hidden and—and..."

LOUIS: (flushed as well) "The adrenaline rush of being caught? You like that?"

HARRY: "Kinda...No, it's more about...like..." (gulps) "Like knowing he's not embarrassed of
me—of how loud I could be—or what I might say or do during—He's not hiding me in a room
somewhere as if what we're doing is shameful or bad." (Louis gulps, breathing faster) "He's proud
to say I'm his boy and he's proud to hear me enjoy what he gives me." (frustrated) "I'm not
explaining this well. To me it feels like—like can I talk about Ed in specific because I haven't been
with anyone else? Would that make you uncomfortable if I mentioned his name?"

LOUIS: (mouth dry, very attentive) "No, no. What did he do? In specific. Since you said he was so
good."

HARRY: "He would...oh god this is crude and maybe inappropriate—"

LOUIS: "On with it. I'm of age, I promise. I agree to the terms and conditions."

HARRY: "He would hold me really close, touch me all over, get me horny—we'd be outside, of
course, so it'd be innocent at first, touches, caresses, slight squeezes, always moving lower and
lower. He pretended to be oblivious always, as if he didn't notice that he was standing too close to
me, breathing down my neck or rubbing his crotch against my bum, disguising it as a hug."

LOUIS: "And then?"

HARRY: "And he'd always know—that was weird, he always knew at what stage I was...he could
tell just by my body language and the noise I made how much I wanted it—I could never fake with
him and I didn't need to, he found the spot so easily, it was weird. I couldn't handle it at first."

LOUIS: (flushed) "Why not?"

HARRY: "It was so intense. He'd put his fingers in—I'm sorry, this is graphic—In a second he'd
press all the right places and I was shaking and it was just too much, so much, all the time. I kept
finishing during foreplay—embarrassing. He like is a body whisperer or something. So when we
were out, he'd get me really wet—" (snorts) "He used to say if I don't see it on your jeans, you
don't want me bad enough."

LOUIS: (transfixed, whispered) "Shit."

HARRY: "Yeah. See, stuff like that made it harder to resist him. And when I finally found some
place I could, you know...It wasn't always sex...He decided. But it was always so good because he
wanted me to be loud. So when he was touching me, he'd hold me tight and whisper in my ear
about how he wanted the entire world to know how beautiful I was and how I was his."

LOUIS: (biting his lip) "And you liked that?"

HARRY: "I loved it. It made me feel sexy, made me feel completely, I don't know, worshipped
almost, desired. All this sounds bad, sounds petty. It's not like I needed him to confirm I was
beautiful—Not like an insecurity. I've always known I'm attractive." (Louis raises his eyebrows) "I
mean, come on, there comes a point you understand from the way people treat you...so it wasn't
about that. It was just the sentiment. He took pride in the fact that I felt good. He was most happy
when he could make it good for me. It wasn't about him getting off."

LOUIS: (honest) "I can't imagine..."

HARRY: (smiling) "What about you? You have any fetishes?"

LOUIS: (snapping awake, uncharacteristically nervous) "Uh me? No, I don't uh...I mean I don't
know. Not really, no." (turning around and walking some distance again) "I mean, I don't have sex
like that. My sex is very boring."

HARRY: "I'm sure it isn't. Sex is never boring."

LOUIS: "Mine is. It's the same thing..."

HARRY: "You could try new stuff?"

LOUIS: "Yeah, I'm not that good with new. I'm uh..." (with great difficulty, admitting) "I'm a little
scared. When it comes to this stuff..."

HARRY: "Why?"

LOUIS: "I don't really wanna talk about it, if you don't mind."

HARRY: "That's fine."

LOUIS: "I'm sorry. I know it's unfair—I just asked you about something that's deeply personal and
you shared with me so I feel like an ass for not doing the same but really, it's uh..." (emotional,
almost teary-eyed) "Really, not something I'm comfortable talking about."

HARRY: "And that's fine." (smiling) "I told you because it didn't make me feel bad. I wouldn't have
told you otherwise. So I understand. We all have personal stuff."

LOUIS: (sad, looking down) "Thanks."

HARRY: "You know what Bataille said—"

LOUIS: "Who?"

HARRY: "Georges Bataille? He's a french surrealist. He's written papers too. I uh...read a lot on
this random, stupid stuff in my free time..."

LOUIS: "What did he say?"

HARRY: "He said, 'I challenge any lover of painting to love a canvas as much as a fetishist loves
his shoe'. It's different, you know, sex is nice but you get a different feeling when it's about a
fetish—I don't know. I'm not making any sense. I'm weird. Ignore me. Pretend you don't know all
this about me."

LOUIS: (smiles, walking closer again) "You like surrealism?"

HARRY: (giddy, nodding feverishly) "Yeah. I love everything behind it especially the films—I'm
really into photography. I think if I went back to school...I'd do film production or something."

LOUIS: "You should take online classes."

HARRY: (lighting up) "You think?"

LOUIS: "Yeah, it'd be cool. I could help you if you want. You could get your degree."

HARRY: "I'd really like that. I was telling Simon—Did he tell you?" (Louis shakes his head)
"Oh...well, I was telling him I wanted to but I wasn't sure but now, yeah, I'd love your help."

LOUIS: "Yeah, of course. To fix your other problem, just find fresh ass. Lots of weirdos out there."
HARRY: (chuckles) "True, but I don't sleep around. If I get that intimate with someone, he has to
be a person I really care about, on a different level. As of right now, Ed's the only one that fits the
bill. He's familiar. I need familiar if I'm going to get naked."

LOUIS: "So you want a boyfriend?"

HARRY: "Yeah." (nodding) "One of those would be nice."

LOUIS: "Why? What's so good about having someone constantly clinging on your arm and
monitoring your every action?" (mocking, mimicking) "Where are you going? Who are you calling?
Is she pretty? Why don't you do this for me? Why don't you pay attention to me?"

HARRY: (laughing, teasing) "Boyfriends aren't like that..."

LOUIS: "And you say I'm sexist."

HARRY: (snorts) "You're right. That was bad. Shouldn't have said that. Both girls and boys can be
clingy and annoying. Look at me, prime example."

LOUIS: "Ha." (climbing back on the car with difficulty, Harry gently pulls him up to help) "Thanks."
(settles down on his back, closer to Harry than the first time, sides touching, both looking at the
sky) "Were you a clingy boyfriend?"

HARRY: "That first year? Oh, the absolute worst. I latched onto him hard. Claws deep and stuff. I'd
go to all his gigs and hang out with his friends. I was just a parasite."

LOUIS: (smiles lazily) "I can see that."

HARRY: "I was sixteen when I first met him and he was this freckled teddy bear who said weird
things and got made fun of. So Zayn and I took him under our wing, well, Zayn's wing since I was
under Zayn's wing too and we hung out a lot, had so much in common. He was sweet and caring
and just in love with love. Then he came out and my pants just about flew off my body." (laughing
as Louis elbows him) "I was constantly like, 'Zayn, casually mention to Ed that I'm gay, please'. It
was not casual."

LOUIS: (amused, turns his face towards Harry) "So if you were clingy, what's so good about dating
you?"

HARRY: (good-humoredly) "Nothing apparently. That's why I'm not dating anyone." (turns to his
side so they're facing each other) "What's so bad about dating you?"

LOUIS: (smirking) "Everything apparently."

HARRY: (biting his lip in amusement, fond) "I can see that. I can see you being a little shit."

LOUIS: "Shut up." (sheepish) "According to Eleanor, I do weird stuff when I sleep with people."

HARRY: "Like what?"

LOUIS: (blushes faintly, small) "Like keep my boxers on when I, you know..."

HARRY: "During...?"

LOUIS: "Yeah...It's stupid. Dunno why I'm telling you this. Don't tell anyone."

HARRY: "So...wait..." (grinning) "You poke out of the little hole like a whack-a-mole?" (Louis
smacks him in the arm, blushing harder) "Hey, hey...It's cute. That hole finally has a purpose."

LOUIS: "It's cute?"

HARRY: (smiling at him) "It's adorable. It's unique."

LOUIS: "Cool." (sits up again) "I'm gonna need way more beer if we're going to continue this
conversation."

HARRY: (laughing) "Who cares? I don't judge. We all have our little things." (cheeky) "Plus, I bet
you buy sexy underwear." (more to himself) "God, if you were mine I'd buy you lingerie and let you
pick which material felt best during. Silk maybe?" (looks at Louis who is wide-eyed, mouth open,
flushed) "Oh...Sorry. I'm sorry. I get carried away!"

LOUIS: (gulps, recovering, weakly) "Go be horny somewhere else."

HARRY: "Who says I'm horny around you?"

LOUIS: (raises an eyebrow, throwing him a look) "You're not?"

HARRY: "Nah. You're too straight for me." (drinks some more beer) "I don't do straight."

LOUIS: (withdrawn) "Oh." (small) "Why is being straight a bad thing?"

HARRY: "It's not. At all. It's just...not attractive to me." (snorts) "It's like my anti-fetish. When I
know a guy is straight, my mind automatically vetoes them so I don't end up pining, you know..."
(staring at him, biting his lip) "It's a defensive mechanism, though not always effective..."

LOUIS: (quiet, shrugging weakly) "Sometimes you can't help being attracted to someone..."

HARRY: "True..." (awkward silence, Harry coughs, changes topic) "Hey, you should teach me how
to do one-night stands. Like what to say and stuff. "

LOUIS: (sitting on the car again, snappy) "Why, they're stupid."

HARRY: (raises an eyebrow) "Don't you have one-night—"

LOUIS: "I used to but not anymore, because they're dumb."

HARRY: "Oh...Well, then, how do you sleep with people?"

LOUIS: "You should only sleep with people you really like. You were doing it right before.
Just...not Ed, I guess."

HARRY: (chuckles) "I don't like many people." (at the sky, sighing) "Almost virgin forever!"

LOUIS: "Virginity is a matter of how many times not how many people fool—by the way, you ever
slept with a girl?"

HARRY: (makes a face) "Ew, no. They have munginas."

LOUIS: "What?"

HARRY: "Munginas. Like girl dicks with layers. Like flowers, flesh flowers with a hole in there
where they pee and babies come out."

LOUIS: (amused) "I hope you know those are called 'vuh-ginas'."

HARRY: (shock) "Wait, really?"

LOUIS: (laughing) "Are you serious right now?!"

HARRY: "I always thought—wait, are you fucking with me? It's vuh-gina?"
LOUIS: (dying of laughter) "Are you—Oh my god—You idiot—Oh my god! Mungina?! Mun—I can't
live with this knowledge—I need to die. Kill me—I can't live knowing a twenty-two year old man
thought female genitals are called munginas."

HARRY: (blushing) "They aways said the p word or—or I don't know what girls say—How should I
know?" (fake sobbing) "No one must ever know about this—Louis!"

LOUIS: "Didn't you take sex-ed in high school? Do you watch TV? Do you live under a rock?"

HARRY: "We didn't have it in my school and apparently that word doesn't feature much in the
types of media I watch."

LOUIS: "Biology? Did you take biology?"

HARRY: (face heated) "How did this happen to me? I've been lied to. My whole life is a lie."

LOUIS: (hurting from how much he laughed) "Not a day will go by where I don't call those things
'munginas' now. Not. One. Day."

HARRY: (palming his face) "Oh god...I'm sorry, mother. I'm sorry all goddesses out there..."
(looking up) "While we're at it, anything else I should know? About mun—you know what!"

LOUIS: "The real question is what do you know about them? Or better, what do you need to know
about them?" (Harry makes more sobbing sounds, Louis ruffles his hair affectionately) "You're
perfect as you are. Trust me, you're not missing much. Stick to men."

HARRY: (smiles wide) "You know, Lou...I misjudged you."

LOUIS: "Hmm?"
HARRY: "When we had that fight, I thought—" (sighs) "I thought wrong. I was wrong. I did you
wrong..." (genuine) "And I'm sorry." (Louis smiles at him) "You're uh...you're great. And you're an
amazing friend. I'm glad you are my friend."

LOUIS: (warm and fuzzy on the inside) "I'm glad too. I'm happy—Actually, as cheesy as it sounds,
I haven't been this happy in a while so... So you've done me wrong and right, I suppose. We're
even now."

HARRY: (chuckling then biting his lip) "Staying over tonight?"

LOUIS: "Only if I can tell Liam the mungina story."

HARRY: "But Liam never forgives!"

LOUIS: "And never forgets. This will be news by lunch tomorrow." (Harry groans) "Oh, cheer up!
Not the end of the world. Just the end of people respecting you." (winks at him) "Maybe I'll ask
Jack if he knows what they're called..."

HARRY: "Don't you dare."

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56. Veto

Chapter 56: Veto

Scene 1

[Ed - Harry Texting Thread]

03/21/14 13:12pm

[ED] So...you jacked off to him all night?

[HARRY] *All morning. He was with me all night.

[ED] With you?

[HARRY] Sleeping over.

[ED] And?

[HARRY] He's straight, remember? No touchy!

[ED] I'm imagining you laying there...

[ED] In pain.

[ED] Thinking about what you could do to him.

[HARRY] Accurate.

[HARRY] But not really him I was thinking about.

[ED] ?

[HARRY] I told him about us.

[ED] He didn't know we used to date?

[HARRY] No, Ed, about what we did together.

[ED] Date?

[HARRY] What else?

[ED] Make love?

[HARRY] Outside.

[ED] Outside what?

[HARRY] ;)

[ED] YOU TOLD YOUR BEST FRIEND THAT I LIKED TO HAVE MY WAYS WITH YOU IN
PUBLIC!!!!

[ED] DO YOU WANT US TO BE SEX OFFENDERS????

[ED] THAT IS ILLEGAL!

[ED] MY LIFE IS OVER!

[ED] I AM FINISHED.

[HARRY] Yes, because Louis is running straight to the police station to denounce a crime that
happened over a year ago.

[ED] STILL

[ED] How does conversation lead that way anyway?

[HARRY] Never you mind how that happens.

[HARRY] My point was someone needed you badly yesterday.

[ED] I have yet to see this Louis.

[HARRY] Here.

[HARRY] [pic attached]

[ED] Ah.

[ED] He's attractive.

[ED] But there's still something about you no one can compete with so it's not fair to send a selfie
of both of you.

[HARRY] [pic attached]

[ED] Yeah. He's hot. A bit short, ey?

[HARRY] Fun sized.

[ED] Nice ass.

[HARRY] Right?

[ED] But he doesn't have your pink, girly lips so I'll pass.

[HARRY] You know you don't have to flirt to get one only of me ;)

[ED] And I'm the one flirting...

[HARRY] Is this flirting? I wouldn't know I'm bad at it.

[ED] If it involves ;) then it's flirting.

[HARRY] Okay then

[HARRY] ;) ;) ;) :)

[ED] lol don't be naughty.

[HARRY] Naughty? Me? Never. Daddy taught me well.

[HARRY] [pic attached]

[ED] Of you?

[HARRY] You could say that...

[ED] HARRY!

[HARRY] Well, it is me.

[ED] It's your peen!

[HARRY] It's not my peen.

[HARRY] Not entirely.

[HARRY] Just a sneak peak of what I see when I look down.

[ED] Why are you naked?

[ED] Don't answer that. You're always naked.

[ED] Why are you hard???

[HARRY] I was touching myself before you interrupted. All morning, remember?

[ED] Touching yourself to what?

[HARRY] Your 2010 Facebook account.

[HARRY] Very sexy.

[ED] Stop being gross.

[HARRY] Hahahaha!

[HARRY] I'm thinking of getting a crotch tattoo.

[ED] A what?

[HARRY] Tattoo.

[HARRY] Right here.

[HARRY] [pic attached]

[ED] UGH WHY DID I FALL FOR THAT

[HARRY] Nay? Yay? What do you think?

[ED] I think you should stop sending me nudies.

[HARRY] I'm showing you where my crotch tattoo will go :(

[ED] Don't get a crotch tattoo. WTF?

[HARRY] It could say something like Ed's forever.

[HARRY] Or better. Ed is daddy. ;)

[ED] WTF???

[ED] I don't even know whether to laugh or roll my eyes.

[ED] You spent all that time setting up that mediocre-bordering-creepy flirt?

[HARRY] No, no, I rolled with the punches.

[HARRY] I really do want a crotch tattoo.

[ED] Please don't have it say my name.

[HARRY] You don't want your name on it?

[ED] No thank you.

[HARRY] Do you want your mouth on it?

[ED] !!!!!!!!?!?!?!?!?

[ED] Screw you.

[HARRY] Send me one of yours.

[ED] My what?
[HARRY] Boner, duh.

[HARRY] Don't lie about not having one.

[ED] Screw you x2

[HARRY] Oh come on. We're joking, right? Fooling around.

[HARRY] Not serious.

[HARRY] Just want you flustered.

[ED] Well, mission accomplished.

[HARRY] You hot?

[ED] Ehhhh.

[HARRY] Horny?

[ED] I'm used to you.

[HARRY] Not getting one in return? :(

[HARRY] Selfish.

[HARRY] Can I see your tats?

[HARRY] Did you add more?

[ED] Some yeah. It's a full sleeve now.

[ED] [pic attached]

[HARRY] Why don't mine look that cool?

[ED] Because you choose stupid tattoos.

[HARRY] Where is the lie though?

[HARRY] You've lost weight :(

[ED] I think you mean :) not :(

[HARRY] You were fine before.

[ED] No, I wasn't. I needed this.

[ED] [pic attached]

[HARRY] SERIOUSLY??

[HARRY] In nine months?

[HARRY] Did you give birth?

[HARRY] Did a baby come out of you?

[HARRY] Where is the rest of you?

[HARRY] The other half?

[ED] Don't know whether to be insulted or flattered.

[ED] It's amazing how much you lose just boycotting beer.

[HARRY] Yeah, amazing.

[ED] You like it?

[HARRY] You look hot but I don't know. The old you was

[HARRY] I don't know I liked the old you.

[ED] You'll get used to this. It's only 'cause you haven't been around.

[HARRY] Does she like it?

[ED] She likes that I'm happy with myself.

[HARRY] You were perfect before.

[ED] Stop that.

[HARRY] I'm serious.

[ED] I didn't feel like I was. I felt like I didn't deserve you.

[HARRY] That's bullshit.

[ED] [pic attached]

[HARRY] Is this your face or ass? Can't tell...

[ED] FUCK OFF IM SERIOUS

[HARRY] Ahaha! I'm sorry. You have a pretty face. Where's the beard though? I like my daddy
scruffy.

[ED] Shaved it off. For auditions and such.

[ED] But I'll grow it out for the next time I eat your ass.

[HARRY] FCKKK. YES! Please!

[ED] NO! Ignore that.

[HARRY] Too late. Oh, way too late. I'm wet.

[ED] Not okay for me to say.

[HARRY] Who cares? It's between the two of us.

[ED] Doesn't make it okay.

[ED] I have a girlfriend.

[ED] Not okay.

[HARRY] [pic attached]

[ED] Stop it!

[ED] I'm being serious here. Stop.

[ED] Enough.

[HARRY] I'm sorry :(

[ED] We need to stop if we'll do shit like this.

[HARRY] No pics?

[ED] No nudes. Nothing you wouldn't want me receiving from another person if we were dating.

[HARRY] Ok. I understand.

[HARRY] Sometimes I cross the line.

[HARRY] I'm sorry.

[HARRY] I'll shut up.

[ED] Don't get like this. Just keep it friendly.

[HARRY] I can't help it with you.

[ED] Then maybe we shouldn't do this.

[HARRY] Yeah.

[HARRY] Sorry.

[HARRY] I feel stupid.

[ED] Don't.

[HARRY] I just still feel that with you.

[HARRY] The sexual tension.

[HARRY] So I get horny and excited and ahead of myself.

[ED] It is there.

[ED] That's why it's so easy to slip up.

[HARRY] I miss sleeping with you.

[ED] Harry.

[HARRY] It's the truth.

[HARRY] I don't care if you never wanna talk to me again after this, I'll tell you the truth.

[ED] Ok.

[ED] What's the truth?

[HARRY] I want you.

[HARRY] Bad.

[ED] You said you weren't pining after me earlier.

[HARRY] I'm not. We're shit boyfriends but you're sexy and I want you.

[HARRY] After yesterday...Remembering how good it was. Had dreams about you all night, babe.

[HARRY] Goddamn what I wouldn't do for another chance where you pin me on a bed and make
me scream.

[ED] I have a girlfriend now.

[HARRY] I cheated in my own relationship, Ed, you think I'll give a fuck about someone else's.

[HARRY] Shit.
[HARRY] I'm sorry, that came out SO wrong.

[ED] That was low.

[ED] But hey, the truth I guess, right?

[HARRY] No.

[HARRY] I don't know.

[HARRY] I'm selfish.

[HARRY] And a horrible human being.

[ED] You're just hurt.

[HARRY] I am.

[HARRY] You started dating her when I was still fully in love with you.

[HARRY] And it killed. I wanted to kill her.

[HARRY] Time has passed but it's hard to like her even though she's done nothing wrong.

[HARRY] I did everything wrong.

[ED] Love's dumb.

[HARRY] So dumb.

[ED] Do you still love me?

[HARRY] What do you think?

[ED] I don't know. That's why I asked.

[HARRY] You do know. You're just scared because you don't know what will happen if you admit it
to yourself.

[ED] I hate you.

[ED] I was fine without you. I was living life. Not thinking about this at all.

[HARRY] But every time I texted, your heart jumped to your throat.

[ED] Zayn was right maybe.

[HARRY] Don't fucking mention Zayn right now!

[ED] He's the one you picked.

[ED] Were you wrong?

[HARRY] What if I was? That's what you wanna hear?

[HARRY] You want me to say I picked wrong? Is that closure enough for you?

[ED] No, Harry, it's not.

[ED] That makes it worse.

[HARRY] Good. Because I wouldn't have meant it.

[ED] Why are you so obsessed with him?

[HARRY] It is what it is.

[ED] It's not healthy.

[HARRY] It's the price I have to pay for having had such an amazing best friend my entire life.

[ED] If Zayn had been gay, we'd have never happened.

[ED] That's what hurts me the most, knowing I got you by default.

[HARRY] What??

[ED] It's the truth. You'd have dated him. You'd have never looked my way.

[HARRY] You think Zayn would have been bullied by the football team for me?

[ED] They were teasing.

[ED] I wasn't bullied. They were your friends. I wanted you happy.

[HARRY] You think he'd have walked to school in the middle of a snow storm just because he
knew I had a game and no jacket for the walk home?

[ED] I'm stupid like that.

[HARRY] You think he would have spent every all-nighter with me getting me through my papers
one word at a time?

[ED] I had work anyway.

[HARRY] If you think I dated you because I couldn't have Zayn, you're a moron.

[HARRY] I dated you because I was fully in love with every single thing about you.

[HARRY] Because I couldn't imagine my life without you there.

[HARRY] I was ready to marry you!

[HARRY] I CANT GET OVER YOU, YOU IDIOT!

[ED] Dear lord why are you doing this to me right now?

[ED] I'm sobbing. Enough.

[HARRY] Don't you dare belittle our relationship.

[HARRY] It's the one thing in my life I'm proud of.

[HARRY] One thing I did right was choose you! That relationship keeps me alive, gives me hope.

[HARRY] How dare you!

[ED] I don't know what to do with you anymore.

[ED] I don't know how to deal with this.

[HARRY] I don't want to ruin your life again.

[HARRY] I don't want you back. You don't want me back. I get that.

[HARRY] I just wanna be close to you.

[HARRY] Friend-zone me forever. I just need to be close.

[HARRY] You make me so happy and I'll put up with the occasional mental breakdown for you.

[ED] And what about me?

[HARRY] It's all up to you.

[HARRY] If you can too then I'll stay. If you can't then I'll keep away. I can't hurt you anymore.

[ED] I don't know if me crawled in a corner of my bathroom crying classifies as a minor mental
breakdown.
[HARRY] God, I wish I could hug you.

[ED] God, I wish you'd shut up.

[HARRY] So it's a bad idea to call you right now?

[ED] Horrible.

[ED] Your voice would be the last straw.

[HARRY] [pic attached]

[HARRY] [pic attached]

[HARRY] [pic attached]

[ED] ???

[HARRY] It's safe, don't worry.

[ED] Oh.

[HARRY] :)

[ED] I hate you so much, you know that?

[HARRY] You told me that when you were sad you wanted Drake, donuts and dimples so...
[ED] No, no, just keep screwing that knife in real good. You almost have my heart there.

[HARRY] While you already have all of mine. :)

[ED] Piss off.

[HARRY] I joke. I'll let you clean up and think things through.

[ED] Alright.

[HARRY] I love you, idiot.

[HARRY] Text me tomorrow.

[ED] Will do.

Scene 2

[Louis- Harry Texting Thread]

03/21/14 16:34pm

[LOUIS] Look what I found today.

[LOUIS] [pic attached]

[HARRY] OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH.
[LOUIS] Don't jizz yet. I'm just holding them.

[HARRY] YOU BOUGHT UNDIES WITH PINK LACE AND YOU WANT ME /NOT/ TO JIZZ???

[LOUIS] Caps lock got stuck, ey?

[HARRY] LOUIS!

[LOUIS] You coming out or what? You've been holed up inside all day. Have you eaten?

[HARRY] Day off. What do you expect?

[LOUIS] Sandy wants his date.

[HARRY] Will you be there?

[LOUIS] No, Harry, Sandy is actually taking you on a date.

[LOUIS] Of course, I'll be there, moron.

[HARRY] What should I wear?

[LOUIS] Lingerie.

[LOUIS] So we can match.

[HARRY] I dare you.

[LOUIS] To what?

[HARRY] Wear them tonight. Underneath your jeans.

[LOUIS] What if I do?

[HARRY] I'd probably cum in my pants.

[LOUIS] Somehow not an incentive.

[HARRY] You don't wanna see me uncomfortable?

[HARRY] Humiliated?

[HARRY] Blushed?

[HARRY] Wet pants?

[HARRY] Hot and bothered?

[LOUIS] Fine. Fine. All of the above.

[LOUIS] Only if you do it too.

[HARRY] I don't have any?

[LOUIS] ;)
[HARRY] You bought me undies?!

[LOUIS] [pic attached]

[HARRY] You bought mE A THONG????

[HARRY] Where the hell are my balls supposed to go?

[LOUIS] Dunno. Dun care.

[LOUIS] Are you doing it or what?

[HARRY] Yeah, yeah but I warn you, you might have to pull it out my ass later.

[LOUIS] You never fail to disgust me.

[HARRY] ;)

[LOUIS] I'll come over after work.

[HARRY] I'll be naked.

[LOUIS] How about no?

[HARRY] What, I don't have underwear. I'm waiting on them.

[LOUIS] You can't see me right now but my eyes rolled into the underworld and back.
[LOUIS] I'll be there around six.

[LOUIS] Be clothed.

[LOUIS] And stop jacking off. Doesn't your hand hurt already?

[HARRY] I could use another hand.

[LOUIS] Sure. I'll bring the shovel too.

[HARRY] ???

[LOUIS] To shove up your ass of course.

[HARRY] Kinky.

[HARRY] I like.

[HARRY] See you at 6.

Scene 3

[Zayn- Harry Texting Thread]

03/21/14 17:44pm

[HARRY] Help.
[ZAYN] What's wrong?

[ZAYN] Are you hurt?

[ZAYN] Can I call?

[ZAYN] Allergies?

[HARRY] No. No. I'm fine.

[HARRY] Physically.

[ZAYN] What's wrong emotionally?

[HARRY] If I continue like this...

[HARRY] I'm going to fall for him.

[HARRY] So hard.

[ZAYN] Who?

[ZAYN] Harry who?

[ZAYN] H?

***
QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: What does Harry feel for Ed? What does Harry feel for Louis?

=================

57. Valiant

MOOD: "Warning" by Air Dubai.

***

Chapter 57: Valiant

[Tin Roof Bar, Orlando, Countdown to Dawn or Disaster]

9:34pm

SANDY: (all three sitting at a table, drinking, to Harry) "Stop fidgeting so much, bro. You got
something up your ass?"

HARRY: (Louis can't hold back his laughter, Harry starts laughing too) "Yes, as a matter a fact, I
do." (Louis explodes in laughter)

SANDY: (confused) "What?"

HARRY: "I'm wearing..." (holds back his chuckles, coughs) "Women's underwear, which by the
way, how the hell can they do this all day because it is painful."

SANDY: (eyes wide) "I'm sorry, you what?"

HARRY: "I'm wea—"

LOUIS: "He has a thong on." (cackling) "He's wearing a lacy thong and it's hilarious."

SANDY: (pause, blinks) "Why?"

HARRY: "Because Louis said he would if I would—"

LOUIS: (flushed) "Harold!"

SANDY: (turns towards Louis, smiling evilly) "Is that so...?"

LOUIS: (drops his head on the table) "Please, kill me. Did you have to tell him?"

HARRY: "Well, it's the truth."

SANDY: (giddy) "Yes, Louis, the truth! Ah. My shitty day just turned around faster than those
merry-go-rounds when the bully kid straps you on and keeps spinning it until you shit your pants!"

LOUIS: (raises his head slightly to look at him in disgust) "This is why they don't want you in the
cast."

SANDY: "No, they don't want me because I'm awesome behind the scenes. Nothing runs without
me. Not everyone wants to be a show-off actor. Some of us are fine being techies."

HARRY: (more to himself) "Eh, everyone wants to be an actor..."

LOUIS: "Ha! Eat it, nerd. No one will want to go to prom with you."
HARRY: (again to himself, nodding) "No one. That's true."

SANDY: (turns to Harry) "Why are you on his side?"

LOUIS: "Because he wants to go to prom with me. Not you, techie."

HARRY: "No, I'll pass on the prom because you look weird in formal attire." (Louis' mouth drops
open, Sandy laughs) "It's because it's true. Actors get ladies and oscars. Techies get oscars that
everyone mutes the TV on to go make more popcorn, like best sound and best other thing you do
with movies."

LOUIS: "And you were gonna do film production..."

SANDY: "You wanna do film production?"

HARRY: (blushes, shrugs) "Ye—yeah, kinda..."

SANDY: "I did film in college. But more on the technical side of it—Mistake apparently." (chuckles)
"What are you into? Directing?"

HARRY: "I was just randomly...I wouldn't be good at it—Not serious about it..."

LOUIS: "Harry, what are you into, was the question. Let the admission committee decide if you're
good enough, alright?"

HARRY: (nods, smiles faintly) "Cinematography, ideally. I'm more into uh...culty movies. Weird
ones."

SANDY: "That's cool. I could help you scout schools if you want."
HARRY: "Really?"

SANDY: "Yeah, man. I did a lot of research before going to college so I still have some
idea—Dated maybe but it could help."

LOUIS: (notices Harry's paying attention to Sandy now, bends down on his seat) "Then you get to
be a techie like Sandy over here. No more fun in the terrain with me."

HARRY: (turns toward him, does a double-take when he sees Louis' shirt riding up his back) "Uh,
what..." (eyeing the waistband of his jeans instinctively) "Are you doing?"

LOUIS: (smirking, under the table, lying) "Tying my shoe?" (biting his lip in amusement) "What are
you doing?"

HARRY: (grins) "Do you want the honest answer or the good boy answer?"

LOUIS: "Mutually exclusive, huh? Give me the first."

HARRY: (blurts) "I'm checking to see if I can catch a glimpse of your undies now that you're so
conveniently leaning over with your lovely bum in my line of sight."

SANDY: (chokes on his drink) "What?!"

LOUIS: (laughing as he straightens up again) "Harry's dirty. He's a dirty, dirty boy. What can you
do?"

HARRY: (rolling his eyes, teasing) "Louis is subtle." (sarcastic) "Like a snake." (Sandy laughs as
Louis blushes) "A snake with a large booty he's so, so proud of." (Louis flushes further, busted)

SANDY: "I don't know if this is just drunk you but Styles, I am liking what I see."
HARRY: (mimicking him) "Is this kid asking me on a date?"

SANDY: (laughs out loud) "I might just have to do that if you continue like this."

LOUIS: "Easy there, soldier. Liam has dibs on him first."

SANDY: "I thought that was you."

HARRY: (before Louis can speak up) "Oh no, Liam came to his senses much quicker." (looks at
Louis, smirking) "Louis, here, needs convincing."

10:20pm

HARRY: (sitting around the table, somewhat drunk, confesses) "I don't know...I mean, I think I'm
still in love with my ex. I kinda wanna win him back."

LOUIS: (chokes on his drink, practically spitting it out, in the middle of coughing) "You what now?"

SANDY: (oblivious) "I know how that story goes, man. I feel for you."

LOUIS: (cutting him off dismissively) "Yeah, yeah, bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks, we know."
(to Harry, vicious) "Come again, because it sounded a whole lot like you wanna get back with the
person you supposedly are not pining after like a stalker."

HARRY: (offended) "Huh." (mocking) "Well, that told me."

SANDY: (wary) "I fear we have put a lot more pepper in the soup than we originally planned..."

LOUIS: (clipped) "Nope, just enough pepper."

HARRY: "I don't know." (forceful) "I tend to eat my stuff bland."

SANDY: "Both, both are good. It's a matter of preferance."

LOUIS: (getting heated) "Too bad, I decided on the menu."

HARRY: (matching his voice) "It's not about the menu. The bowls were in front of us and you didn't
think to ask if I wanted pepper with my soup."

SANDY: (in the background) "I can't tell if this is a real fight and I'm confused."

LOUIS: "If only Harry liked pepper."

HARRY: "If only Louis knew how to—" (slams his fist on the table) "Politely ask people if they want
pepper."

SANDY: "Wey-hey, would you look at the time! I think I should be getting home."

HARRY: (stands up) "Stay a bit longer. I'm going."

LOUIS: (actually worried) "Where?"

HARRY: "To smoke a ciggie." (waves his pack at him) "No, I don't want you to come with like I
don't want pepper in my soup." (walks away)

LOUIS: (stunned, recovers) "That was the stupidest fight I've ever been in..."

SANDY: (finally lets out a chuckle) "Yeah. Agreed." (both looking at Harry who's pacing outside,
kicking at rocks, cigarette in his mouth) "Your boy's a bit of a nutcase."

LOUIS: (shaking his head slowly) "Yeah." (fond, smiling) "But it looks good on him. He can pull it
off."

11:49pm

LOUIS: (walking up to Harry who's smoking alone outside) "Haz?"

HARRY: "Mhmm? Is Sandy gone?"

LOUIS: "Yup. I think he's had enough of our crazy asses for a night."

HARRY: (snorts) "Ya, I bet."

LOUIS: (quiet) "I need to tell you something."

HARRY: "Okay..." (slightly worried by the look on Louis' face) "Is it bad?"

LOUIS: "No, no. Just...might be a tad heavy."

HARRY: "Alright. Bracing myself then."

LOUIS: (takes a deep breath) "I might not know everything about you...and I might not know
everything about how things work in the world, especially when it comes to relationships. So I
don't know if my help is going to get you anywhere or if having me beside you will make things
easier..." (looking at him, genuine) "But you're my best friend. And that to me means that I will
have your back no matter what. If something is important to you, it's important to me."

HARRY: (smiles, extremely touched) "Lou..."

LOUIS: "Not finished, wait." (pauses to regain his thoughts) "I'm no one to judge. I'm not your
mother. I won't tell you, you're making a stupid decision. I won't keep you from doing it by
grounding you. I'm your best friend. That means if you wanna do something, I'll do it with you to
the best that I can. Because I trust you and being loyal means—to me at least—that I'm with you
through thick and thin. I'm not half-assed about this. I don't throw that title around."

HARRY: (wowed) "I don't either..."

LOUIS: (taking another breath, coughing) "So. With that said...if you wanna get your ex back, I will
help you. If you think that's what you want, tell me the plan and I'm there." (lightening up, under his
breath) "I'm especially there if it involves Chipotle first because I'm starving but you know..."

HARRY: (speechless for a few seconds, trying to find words, wipes at his eyes, chuckles at
himself) "Shit, don't give me speeches like this when we're out clubbing." (laughing, fanning his
eyes) "I'm emotional. People'll think I'm crazy."

LOUIS: (grins) "Told you it was heavy."

HARRY: "I thought you were pregnant, for a second."

LOUIS: (motioning with his head at the people around, as he pulls out his own cigarette) "They
think we're getting married so..."

HARRY: (snorts) "Do you blame them? We sleep in the same bed and argue over putting ketchup
on the communal fries. Why the hell do we even have communal fries? We order separately."

LOUIS: (sighs as if explaining stuff to an idiot) "Because...my fries are mine. And your fries are
also mine. Learn, child, learn."

HARRY: "Yup, we are married."

1:12am

LOUIS: (end of the bar, sitting on the counter, clearly very drunk) "Too drunk already. Should have
eaten more meat."

HARRY: (in front of him, between his legs, handling the alcohol better, joking) "That's what she
said!"

LOUIS: (pulls him by the shirt, brings him closer, flush against the counter, faces close) "That so?"

HARRY: (gasps, stares at Louis' lips briefly, then looks at his eyes, whispering) "Stop looking at
me like that."

LOUIS: (barely breathing, also whispering) "Like what?"

HARRY: "Like you'd forgive me if I slipped up right now when we both know you wouldn't..."

LOUIS: (biting his lip) "How do you know?"

HARRY: (leans closer instinctively, but stops himself in front of Louis' lips, looks down, winces)
"Because you're drunk and what kind of asshole takes advantage of his best friend when he's not
conscious enough to make a proper decision?" (Louis is stunned, Harry touches the back of Louis'
neck, soft, aroused) "I could kiss you right now and you'd kiss back..." (Louis looks away) "But only
because your guard is down and you're disoriented. That's messed up. I'd never do that to you."

LOUIS: (blushing, nods) "You're right.

HARRY: "And you'd never forget the utter betrayal of trusting me only to have me use your
weakness to my own benefit... I can't have that. Our friendship means so much to me. And this..."
(shakes his head, moves away) "It's just a dumb night. We're having fun. We've drank. It's normal
to feel close—think irrationally. But I care about you, Lou, and I can't do this with you."
LOUIS: (genuine, smiling) "Thank you."

HARRY: "For what?"

LOUIS: "For sparing me. For not being selfish. For giving me one less thing to hate myself about
the next day."

HARRY: "You don't have to thank me. You don't have to be scared either. Like I said, I feel the
straight in people and never go for it. I'm not a sadist. I know how much that confuses people
when they're vulnerable. Just because you're wasted and willing to kiss everyone and their mother
does not mean you are gay for life."

LOUIS: (chuckles, comforted) "I needed to hear that."

HARRY: "Sexuality is fluid. One day you like men, one day you like women, most days you like
men, most days you like women, sometimes you like men dressed as women, who cares—like
what you want, when you want. End of."

LOUIS: (smiling bigger) "That doesn't seem too bad. Seems kinda...freeing." (looks at him) "Help
me get down?"

HARRY: (walks over, wraps his arms around Louis' waist, picks him up and sets him on the floor
one arm still around him) "Not to blow out the candles before the song is over but I think it's time to
sleep." (looking at him, teasing) "You're already going to crush my nutsack five times tonight going
to the bathroom let's not add any more drinks to that."

LOUIS: (laughs, both walking out the door) "That wouldn't happen if I slept on the bathroom side."

HARRY: "I see what you're trying to do and it's a valiant attempt really but I will not be eaten by
the balcony monsters."
LOUIS: "Come on!"

HARRY: "Nope. They only manage to get to the midway point of the bed. I'm safe on my side.
You, my lady, are the virgin sacrifice so be a cute, little virgin and stop trying to invade."

LOUIS: "You are never hanging out with Sandy again. He encourages you to think of strange,
extensive metaphors. You both suck at being well-spoken." (afterthought) "Plus, he thinks you like
him. You don't like him. You only like me."

HARRY: (snorts) "That is true. Only you. In the world. Not even myself."

LOUIS: "We have that in common. I like me, you like me, we're married. I mean, the dream, right?"

***

AUTHOR SPEAKS: I know some of you are puzzled by how 'dragged out' this story might seem.
It is not usual for a love story to take its time, right? It's not what books present nowadays. They
want two people to get together with all their baggage so that later on they can bring up those
skeletons to ruin the relationship and add drama so fans don't fall asleep.

That format, I understand, but it is not what I'm going for. This story points out all the plot points
that could be misunderstandings if left untouched and challenges them. The characters don't fall
for the bait. They are self-aware. They know when they're being unreasonable. They know when
something might aggravate them later on if left unexplained and they take the chance to
communicate. I think lack of communication is the major difference between real life romance and
fictional romance. In fiction they always seem to make it through the unnecessary fights, while in
the real world, people tend to avoid those because they know it's not fun to hurt the people you
love. Fiction you want tension. Reality you want smooth sailing. Now I will not hide from you the
random fights that relationships do have because it's not all flower petals on a bed. But I will give
you a realistic approach to how mature human beings handle and keep long, stable relationships
so you don't go into the world looking for your husband and expecting them to be crated by the
wand of the fairy godmother.
Get to know people, deeply, without any expectations. Know everything about them and be honest
with yourself. Can I live with this? Can I love this? Can I handle this? And if you can't, that's okay,
you don't ruin friendships or lives if you know not to get into things you weren't 100% on. Only date
people who you'd bet on and bet on wisely with evidence of success, not gamble in a week's worth
of infatuation. That's my lecture for today.

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: What do you think would have happened if Harry had kissed
Louis?

=================

58. Vibe

Chapter 58: Vibe

2:12am

LOUIS: (waiting at the bus station, both sitting down, somewhat drunk) "What's more stable
friendships or relationships?"

HARRY: (without a second thought) "Friendships. Aways."

LOUIS: "Is that why you love Zayn more than Ed?"

HARRY: (frowns, confused) "How did you figure that out?"

LOUIS: (shrugs) "Isn't it obvious?"

HARRY: "I don't know, is it?" (shaking his head, smiling) "Relationships are harder to get right."
LOUIS: "Why is that?"

HARRY: (turns towards him to explain, grabs Louis' hand between his own) "Because,
grasshopper, there's this set of rules, like commandments, of what you should and shouldn't do in
a relationship. Everyone has one of these but not everyone's is the same, yet everyone assumes it
is. So everyone goes into a relationship thinking the other person magically knows that watching
porn is breaking one of the rules while the other person just likes porn, you know?"

LOUIS: "You're not supposed to watch porn when you're with someone?" (exaggerated, yanking
back to collapse against the bus seat) "That's it. I'm already undesirable."

HARRY: (laughs) "No, you can. I mean, you can do whatever. You decide what you want a
relationship to mean and then you explain that to another person and if they agree, or if your rules
match up, or if they're willing to follow a rule that's yours even if it's not theirs, then you have an
agreement. But you have to talk, negotiate. You can't just expect people to know and then get
furious every time they mess up."

LOUIS: (taunting) "Sounds like you're speaking from experience."

HARRY: "I am."

LOUIS: "Exclusivity."

HARRY: "Huh?"

LOUIS: "That's one of mine, my rules." (blushes) "Though I haven't really had a proper relationship
before...I just, I figured I could still contribute."

HARRY: "You don't need to have relationships to know what you can and can't put up with."

LOUIS: "What's one of yours?"

HARRY: "Acceptance. I want the person I'm with to know that I'm not textbook perfect and to be
okay with that."

LOUIS: "Someone that I vibe well with—that gets me almost by instinct." (snorts) "Won't bother me
on my off days."

HARRY: (ping pong-ing off each other) "Ha. I have a lot of off days. And a lot of weird days.
Someone who likes my weird—that's a huge one. Doesn't put me down, make me feel alien in my
own relationship."

LOUIS: (excited) "Yeah, like someone who doesn't wanna change me. I mean if you wanna date
me, I'm guessing you should already know who I am, what I'm like. I'm not a work in progress for
you to pick up. I'll improve in my own right."

HARRY: "But aren't relationships sort of like investments? Sometimes you might see someone
who has some work to do in one aspect of themselves but you believe they'll get it done and that
makes them even more impressive."

LOUIS: (in thought, nods) "Right, but it's like..." (his time to explain) "Like you walk down the
street, right?" (Harry hums) "And you see they're building this new complex nearby with what looks
like awesome apartments and it's in a good spot so you think, hey, that looks like it's going to be a
great building when it ends. I might need to buy a studio there early before it's all sold out."

HARRY: (amused, nodding) "I like that you made this relatable, like studio because I'd never be
able to afford an apartment."

LOUIS: (laughs out loud) "Exactly. Not with Disney's wage. Anyhow, what I'm saying is, you don't
go down the street, see a shady-looking, broken house that's just sitting there, idle and go, eh, this
house sucks but I could do stuff to it. I could renovate it and spend a lot of effort in it so maybe
some time in the future I can flip it. You don't go for something just because you believe you're
god's gift to humanity and you have the healing touch."

HARRY: "I had never thought of it that way. Sort of like a savior complex."
LOUIS: (getting emotional) "Yeah, I'm not some pity case that needs you to knock on my door and
open my eyes to my misery. I won't give up my ways of life in exchange for yours—even if yours
are better! I don't need you to change me. You might have it right but your right might not be my
right and maybe I had renovating plans for myself too—what about those? Those could have
worked out. I need you to trust me, not pity me. Think I'm strong enough to get it done on my own,
not weak and in need of help."

HARRY: (in awe) "Okay, how can you say stuff like this when you're drunk? Like this is poetry and
I'm here blabbering about watching porn."

LOUIS: (blushed, flattered) "I have an apartment fetish it seems."

HARRY: (serious) "Moral of the story: you want to marry an apartment."

LOUIS: "Yup! Yup. That's...completely right. Nothing more beyond that."

HARRY: "Ne plus ultra."

LOUIS: (surprised) "Ne plus ultra—you son of a gun, where did you learn scholarly latin?"

HARRY: "Oh, come on, give me some credit."

LOUIS: (suddenly nervous) "Uh...wanna share more of the relationship rules? I liked that
conversation. Made me think. Give me another one of yours. Something you wouldn't put up with."

HARRY: (thinks) "I put up with a lot, honestly, because I'm that type of person in nature. I let
people push me around a little. Maybe that's the bad thing about me. I'm a rug for the person I
love and I'm fine doing it too because I just look up to them so much so rug-position is perfect for
doing just that, looking up."
LOUIS: (nudges him) "And you say I'm poetic in the middle of the night."

HARRY: "I try. On a level from Sandy to you, how could was that?"

LOUIS: "Sandy and a half. No, no, two Sandy-s."

HARRY: "I'll take what I can get. At least it's steadily increasing. I'm like stock that doesn't fail you
but doesn't make you rich either."

LOUIS: "Nope, dropped back to one Sandy."

HARRY: "Dammit! Should not have gotten greedy."

LOUIS: (kicking his legs bag and forth) "What about cheating? Is that a no-no?" (to himself) "It
should be. I would get so jealous it'd make me ill if my love was fooling around with someone
else."

HARRY: "Ah..." (smiles bitterly to himself) "Yeah, well, I don't know if that would make me a
hypocrite if I said, it'd probably go mad with jealousy."

LOUIS: "Forget that. Just tell me how you feel about it. If you caught your boyfriend cheating, Ed
for example—"

HARRY: (between a scoff and a snort) "I got extremely territorial of Ed so I don't know if that's the
best example."

LOUIS: "He's the only one you dated so for all you know it could be over everyone."

HARRY: "I hope not..." (biting his lip) "God, I so hope not. It was bad. I was..." (shaking his head)
"You have no idea—"
LOUIS: (incredulous) "What did you do, baked them brownies with shit? I can't imagine you being
a bitch to anyone."

HARRY: "I was. I definitely was." (snorts) "I was uh...vicious?"

LOUIS: "Vicious?!" (amused) "You're a kitten!"

HARRY: "Well, the claws definitely came out when people touched Ed. I don't know what exactly
was the worse thing either, the jealousy or the fact that I felt like they were disrespecting
me—taunting me, telling me they weren't scared of what I'd do to them. In hindsight, that was all
probably in my mind. They meant well or were oblivious. But at the time, I fumed. It was like...Bad
Girls Club."

LOUIS: (glee) "No!"

HARRY: "Yes, it was." (puts on an exaggerated accent) "I would be like, you think you can walk up
here and flirt with my man. Imma pull your weave out your ass, you skank. As if he'd look your way
what with those fake nails and fake boobs—" (snapping back to normal) "Oh, I hated when women
flirted with him. Pet. Peeve. I cannot tell you how many times I lost my shit over him checking out
breasts."

LOUIS: (mocking) "Why you looking at that? Why's mine not good enough? I have four."

HARRY: (screeches) "I should have said that! I'd have won." (pinches Louis' cheeks) "You genius
devil, you." (Louis giggles) "But what I actually said was, it's in your best interest to look away
before I remind you of what you really like by shoving it up your ass tonight." (explaining) "I meant
my dick."

LOUIS: (beyond amused) "Yeah, I got it. But if you don't mind taking me out of the oven, I think I'm
done."

HARRY: "Why do guys even like breasts? His current girlfriend probably has awesome breasts.
God, I hate him. I'll never be breast enough for him."

LOUIS: (laughing) "This cannot be real. If this is real, everything I ever believed about you would
be a lie. You can get real?"

HARRY: "I'll get real with basic bitches trying to compete with me."

LOUIS: "Where was all this before?! All this sass and—Jesus Christ, who are you? Who were
you?"

HARRY: (blushes, shrugs) "My self-confidence is as wavy as my hair. One day I'm the shit,
another day I'm shit. It depends on who I'm with too." (admitting) "You make me feel good about
myself...validate me so a part of me thinks that my thoughts are not that stupid. Before..."
(somewhat sad) "It was hard before. I came out the breakup shattered. Didn't know which parts of
my identity I wanted to keep since some of them had obviously betrayed me, made me lose the
love of my life, and those parts I never wanted back—I could never forgive. But it was hard
pinpointing which things needed changes."

LOUIS: "So what? You decided to punish all of them equally?"

HARRY: "Pretty much. Process of elimination. Until I was sure, I couldn't have any of them around
to screw up any more. It was me and Zayn. I only had this one person in my life now and I wasn't
gonna lose him." (confessing) "I was very lonely. It was a difficult time to get through and I'll
always thank Zayn for really moving me through the motions like a puppet. I wasn't doing too well."

LOUIS: "Which ones were the real evil parts, the bad guys?"

HARRY: (quiet, vulnerable) "Self-confidence was one."

LOUIS: "Why?"

HARRY: "Because it was thinking I was awesome that got me in trouble. When you think you're a
catch, you don't worry about treating people right or putting in effort to keep them around. You get
to the point where you take it for granted that they'll like you."

LOUIS: "Is that what happened with Ed?"

HARRY: "Kinda...Ed repeated that he was the lucky one so many times that a part of me thought
losing him won't hurt much. There would be others lining up and that was not the truth. No one is
going to treat me like he did. I lost him because I was stupid and cocky and I deserved the bucket
of cold water that reality served me afterwards." (sarcastic, bitter) "Where are all the guys now,
huh? Where's the line of people dying to be with me?" (pained) "God, I was such an idiot."

LOUIS: "You were young."

HARRY: "You're not denying I was an idiot then."

LOUIS: "What you did could border that label, yes, but you were young and you didn't know better.
Without making this mistake, you wouldn't have understood any of this, how valuable someone
like that really is."

HARRY: "I've lost him. I've way lost him."

LOUIS: "Oh yeah, that one, you fucked up. He's the one that got away." (Harry's mouth falls open
in shock at the tone) "Here it is, Harry. You're face to face with that fact now. He was an incredible
man. You had the chance to be loved by him. You messed it up. It is gone now. Long gone. Are
you gonna keep dwelling on that or are you gonna tell yourself that it was for the best because it
taught you a valuable lesson. The next incredible man that comes around, and there are many in
the world if you look for them, not wait for them to line up, you're going to notice and you're going
to keep."

HARRY: (taken aback, starstruck) "You're pretty incredible."

LOUIS: (smirks) "Don't let me go then."

HARRY: (smiles) "I'd never."

LOUIS: "Let him go."

HARRY: (looks away, pained, a few seconds of silence go by) "...Alright. Okay...Okay." (blurts)
"But I still wanna jack off to his voice? Is that illegal? Is something wrong with me? What is wrong
with me?"

LOUIS: (bursts into laughter) "I can't handle you. You reek. You're in heat." (composes himself)
"But that sounds fair to me. You gotta jack off to something, right?"

HARRY: "I could jack off to you."

LOUIS: (points at the ground) "Oh, oh, careful there!" (turns towards Harry, loud, serious)
"Careful."

HARRY: (worried) "What?"

LOUIS: (cracks a smile) "You almost tripped over that line. Barely missed it. Could have fallen on
your face, Harry, you gotta open your eyes more."

HARRY: (catching on, laughing) "Jacking off to Ed, it is."

LOUIS: (teasing) "Same." (Harry laughs) "Let's make it a double sesh. Or triple, I'll bring Sandy
too."

HARRY: (fond, sighing, staring at him) "You...are so cool."

LOUIS: "Ha! Chill, fangirl."

HARRY: "So cool." (exaggerated sigh) "God, marry me, Tommo."

LOUIS: "Get in line, Styles. It starts over there and loops around McDonalds. Bring me some
chicken tenders when you're at the drive through and I might consider letting you get a VIP fast
pass."

HARRY: (mimicking tears of pride, lips pursed) "So freaking cool."

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: If you were to name one relationship rule Harry didn't mention
and one Louis didn't, what do you think they'd be? From what you've seen what can the two, not
put up with, or desperately need?

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59. Vermillion

BIRTHDAY BABIES: This chapter is for Celeste and Rebeka because both have been amazing
and both deserve the best on their birthday. Give my baby girls a shout-out, people.

WARNING: This chapter contains vivid descriptions of sexual nature, which may be offensive to
younger audiences. Viewer discretion is advised.

***

Chapter 59: Vermillion

[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 8:41pm, Harry Edward Steamy]

ED: (on the phone) "So things with diva boy are good?"

HARRY: (laying in bed in a t-shirt and boxers) "Yeah, awesome. He's good. Fun. We're good."

ED: "You don't sound too excited."

HARRY: "It's a struggle too. It's good but it's a struggle."

ED: "Why? What's the issue?"

HARRY: "I'm horny all the time." (laughs) "Huge problem, right? First world problem."

ED: "All the time, eh?"

HARRY: "Non-stop. Sometimes he gives me boners. Sometimes I do it to myself. It's frustrating,

being around him. He flirts a lot to get me flustered-he always looks good-it's just frustrating-"
(chuckles) "I find myself coming back home, stressed-not knowing how to relieve myself.
Torturous."

ED: (laughing) "It's that bad? Struggle's almost poetic."

HARRY: "Mhmm. I wish I wasn't so into him physically; this friendship would be easier. He's
absolutely stunning and I can't help checking him out."

ED: "He's boner hot then?"

HARRY: "Oh, yeah. Boner hot."

ED: (amused) "Ha! With how big you are, must be hard to hide. Hard--get it? It's funny because--"
HARRY: "I get it." (fond) "But I love when you explain it to me anyway."

ED: (indulging him) "It's funny because boners are hard and hard is an adjective that means
difficult so it's like a pun."

HARRY: (smiles to himself) "I get it. It's funny."

ED: "How do you manage it?"

HARRY: "I tuck. I always tuck when I'm around him in preparation. Don't wanna freak him out."

ED: (truly innocent) "Are you tucked right now?"

HARRY: (gruff) "No...but I'm half-hard."

ED: (audible breath hitch before recovering) "Liar."

HARRY: "You know I'm not lying."

ED: "Thinking about him...?"

HARRY: "That. And, like I said, I'm always horny these days."

ED: (hesitation) "You horny now?"

HARRY: "Very."
ED: (gulps, chuckles airily, tries to ease the tension) "Should I let you get to work then?"

HARRY: (sexy) "Or you could stay. It'd be much easier..." (hoarse) "Much better."

ED: (under his breath) "Fuck."

HARRY: (bites his lip at the sound, heart racing) "You know..." (whispered, his palm sliding into his
boxers) "I'm way past shame now. That's how far he's pushed me." (eyes-lidded) "Not to mention
the fact that he made a joke yesterday..." (touching himself lazily) "About jacking off to your
voice..." (dreamy, almost a sigh, really hard now) "Hot, right?"

ED: "I-I should-I-"

HARRY: "Go then..." (moan) "And miss the fun."

ED: "Don't do this..."

HARRY: "Hang up, Teddy." (low) "But do me a favor before?" (closes his eyes, gets himself
comfortable) "Tell me how much you'd wanna fuck me if you didn't have that bimbo girlfriend of
yours."

ED: (shudders, half-purred) "Harry..."

HARRY: (moves his hand faster, lip bit) "Say my name again."

ED: (amazed, turned on) "You're really doing this? This isn't a joke?"

HARRY: (chuckle, not stopping) "Way past shame."

ED: "How much do you need it?"

HARRY: "Bad."

ED: (succumbing, guilty, aroused) "How much do you need me?"

HARRY: (voice cracking, hips jerking) "So bad."

ED: "Shit. Shit. Hell." (screechy) "What am I doing? This is wrong..."

HARRY: (out of breath, almost more excited hearing that) "I won't tell. One time thing. I won't tell.
Just get me there this once, please." (whiny) "I'm begging. Hearing you is so much better than
random guys humping, and you know how much I love that- but you get me there so much faster. I
like you more--I'm crazy about you--I'm begging."

ED: (struggling) "I can't listen to you without wanting it-"

HARRY: "There's nothing wrong-"

ED: "Yes, there is. There is. You're my ex. Not mine." (Harry whimpers 'please') "We're not
together anymore. I can't think of you this way. I shouldn't want to jerk off to you moaning my
name."

HARRY: "But you do, right?" (getting louder, wilder) "This is driving you nuts. You wanna touch
yourself. I'm touching myself right now. It feels good."

ED: "I need to hang up."

HARRY: (speeding up) "So close, please. I can speed up."

ED: "Harry-"
HARRY: (ignoring him)"Oh, yeah, keep saying my name, and it'll be over soon."

ED: "We can't-"

HARRY: (in his own world) "Say you want me-just-" (moans) "It'll do the trick. Lie to me-just once,
please."

ED: "I-I-I need to stop." (Harry hisses) "Harry." (Harry hums, rambling under his breath about
being close) "God, Harr, please, baby."

HARRY: (thrusting into his hand, whimpering every pump) "Almost, I can get there...Oh!" (growled)
"Please. Ah, yes. I wanna be your baby again!"

ED: (brokenly) "Harry...wait, Harry. Stop! Stop."

HARRY: "Can't-"

ED: (louder, demanding) "Stop it right now!"

HARRY: (forces his hand away, cries softly once) "Hurts. Lemme finish at least. This is just cruel."

ED: "Just a second, I need-listen to me."

HARRY: "Yeah? What's-"

ED: (panicked) "I don't want you coming yet."

HARRY: "Why?"
ED: (low, shamed) "...I want to hear more."

HARRY: (shivering in arousal, his stomach is wet in precome) "Yeah? You'll make it slow? You'll
make me beg?"

ED: (more to himself) "You love begging."

HARRY: (on cue) "Please."

ED: "One time, right? Just once. No more. Once and we never speak of this again."

HARRY: (smiling, giddy) "Once. Come on, big boy. Once. For old time's sake."

ED: "You won't tell Zayn?"

HARRY: "Never. Secret. Never. You have my word."

ED: "Alright, babe. Just once."

HARRY: (lewd) "Can I touch myself, Teddy? Can I now?"

ED: "No, shit, no." (shuffling heard) "Okay, damn. Fuck it. We're all going to hell anyway."
(breathy) "Go slow. Need to catch up."

HARRY: (grabs himself again, moves up and down slowly) "You hard?"

ED: "Rock hard. What did you expect, putting on that kind of a show?"
HARRY: (hums) "Wish I was there."

ED: (grunts) "What would you do?"

HARRY: "Oh, what first you'd have to ask."

ED: (curses) "Sit on me?"

HARRY: (arches off the bed) "Straight to the action, huh? No foreplay."

ED: (equally breathy) "No, no. Foreplay. Foreplay is good-oh. Foreplay-Your mouth."

HARRY: (hums, satisfied) "What about my mouth?"

ED: "Freaking love it. Soft lips. Beautiful eyes. Touching your hair, feeling you go deeper. Oh."

HARRY: "I miss tasting you." (Ed moans) "Making you moan like that." (Ed whispers his name)
"Seeing you-"

ED: "You slept with anyone else since?"

HARRY: "No one."

ED: (horny) "Tight then. Untouched?"

HARRY: "Oh god, can I?" (breath hitching) "Can I?"

ED: "What does baby want?"

HARRY: (small, brokenly) "More."

ED: "How many?"

HARRY: "One, I promise."

ED: "One?"

HARRY: "Please." (sobbing) "One."

ED: "Baby always says one at first..."

HARRY: "One is gonna do it this time-So close...so close."

ED: (snarled) "You drive me insane. I'll never get over you at this rate..." (breath hitches) "Your
voice-ugh!" (gruff) "Do it." (gasping) "One."

HARRY: (sighing) "Yes. Yes..." (uses the other hand to finger himself, bites his lip to muffle his
scream)

ED: (chuckles, aroused) "You are horny. Never heard you so needy."

HARRY: (in between mewls) "You kept me, oh, well-uh, well-fuc-" (Ed groans) "Satisfied. Always."

ED: (audibly lustful) "Never kept baby waiting."

HARRY: (loud) "Never-oh!"

ED: (knowingly) "You have two in."

HARRY: (whimpering) "No!"

ED: "Yes, you do." (taunting) "Hmm...Baby lied. Naughty baby."

HARRY: (rocking against his hand on the bed) "How do you do that?"

ED: "I know you. I've kissed every part of you." (Harry sighs) "I know exactly what gets you
where." (demanding) "Pull out. Completely. Liars don't get to have fun."

HARRY: "But..." (babbling, pouting) "I just got over-excited." (slowly flattens his hand on the
sheets before gripping them, breath hitching) "I stopped." (still working himself with the other hand)
"For you-for daddy."

ED: (keens) "Good boy." (hot) "Good baby."

HARRY: "I miss you-I miss this. I want you here."

ED: (breathless) "I wish I was there too, baby."

HARRY: (eyes shut, squirming, pleading) "Please!"

ED: "Close?"

HARRY: (strangled) "Mhmm."

ED: "I'm seconds-ah, shit-seconds..." (moans) "Wish I could fill you up-No, not that--Hold you, kiss
you...Hear you call my name when you get there..." (louder moan, voice cracking) "Oh, my
precious baby-"

HARRY: (wrecked, convulsing on the bed) "Ed, please, please, please, please, please!" (comes
intensely, shooting all over his chest, moaning, quivering, sweaty, flushed)

ED: "Zayn is going to assassinate me."

HARRY: (sated, breathes heavily) "Yeah...?"

ED: "Mhmm..."

HARRY: "Do you hate me?"

ED: "I want to."

HARRY: (smiles lazily, takes off his shirt, wipes his stomach, throws it on the other side of the bed,
slumps down again) "I wanna say sorry. I should say sorry. I owe it to you."

ED: "But you're not going to."

HARRY: "I'm selfish."

ED: "Horribly."

HARRY: "And happy. For the first time in weeks, I feel so..." (yawns) "So relaxed..." (cuddles his
pillow) "I know it might ruin whatever we were building on but...but I can't apologize yet because I
loved every second of it-hearing you-uh, I'm still coming down, was that good. My legs shook. I
forgot I did that."

ED: (without thinking) "Loved when you did that-Told me I did well." (shakes himself out of it) "I
don't want you to apologize. I knew what was happening and let you-went along...came..." (sighs)
"Shit, Har, this isn't good."

HARRY: "Shit is right."

ED: (insecure) "You still find me hot?"

HARRY: (chuckles bitterly) "That's what worries you? Out of all the problems with this, you're
fixating on whether I find you attractive?"

ED: "Apparently that will forever be a weakness of mine, thinking you're forcing it, trying to not let
you see the extra rolls of fat, wishing I was good enough for you-" (voice breaking slightly) "Even
when we're not together..."

HARRY: (somber) "I find you sexy as hell, Ed. You're too good for me."

ED: (unconvinced) "Thanks."

HARRY: (sighs, sad, guilty) "I am sorry...for what it's worth. I shouldn't have...I'm...I shouldn't
have...I feel bad. This was pathetic on my part." (emotional) "I'm taking you from someone that
deserves you-makes you happy." (voice cracking) "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done this."

ED: "I wasn't in a hurry to stop. We both had a moment, for old time's sake, like you said. To get it
out of our system. No need to make things worse now. I'm glad you're feeling better. I am too, to
be honest. Finale. Closure. We both needed it. So let's just-it was one time. Let's just go to bed
without a fight, please. I can't handle anymore of--"

HARRY: "Me?"

ED: (sighs) "Of the kind of feelings you bring out in me, whether that is lust, worry or affection."
HARRY: (small, clutching his pillow to his body) "Teddy?" (whispered) "I miss you."

ED: "I miss you too. You'll find someone. If not him, someone else. You won't be alone anymore,
Harry. I promise."

HARRY: (sniffling) "Okay...And you'll be there until? So I'm not alone?"

ED: "Yes. I won't leave until you have someone to hug you tight and tell you all this. I'll help you."
(Harry sobs his name) "Don't cry, love. Don't cry. Everything's okay."

HARRY: (confessing finally) "I don't wanna like him this much. I'm trying to forget but nothing
works... I don't wanna get hurt again."

ED: (sighs) "He likes you too, darling."

HARRY: "But not like I do..." (crying softly) "And I'm trying to be normal and joke about it like it's
nothing...But it's not. I can't...I just don't know what to do."

ED: "Stay positive. It'll get better, I'm confident. Eventually, everyone falls for you, H. You're
irresistible."

Scene 2

[Louis' Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 9:11pm, Little Hero 6]

LOUIS: (phone between his ear and shoulder, still playing on his Xbox) "Hello?"

HARRY: "Hey, Lou...Uh, are you busy right now? What are you doing?"

LOUIS: "Saving the world, one Fifa game at a time. Why?"

HARRY: "I was wondering if you..." (long pause)

LOUIS: "If I what?" (sarcastic) "Building up the suspense, I see. Oooh, fun."

HARRY:(sighs, with difficulty) "I'm not feeling well right now-"

LOUIS: "You sick or something? You have the herp?"

HARRY: "No, just..." (voice cracks) "Just something happened and I need someone here... If you
can..."

LOUIS: (worry concealed under indifference) "Are you crying?"

HARRY:(embarrassed) "A little?"

LOUIS: "So it's bad then?"

HARRY: "Ye-yeah... Please, come?"

LOUIS: "Fine, fine. I'll be right there, you big baby." (Harry inhales sharply) "Wait for me, aight?"

HARRY:(sad) "Yeah, okay." (changing his mind) "If you're busy you don't have to-"

LOUIS: "Wait for me, I said." (hangs up)

Scene 3
[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 9:18pm, Banana Baby]

LOUIS: (Harry opens the door, Louis is standing there, lots of random things in his arms) "I didn't
know what you needed so..."

HARRY: (eyes wide) "So you brought everything?"

LOUIS: "No...Only the important stuff. Let me in?"

HARRY: (steps back in the room, Louis follows, putting the stuff at the edge of the bed as Harry
slumps in it face first) "Thanks for coming..."

LOUIS: "What happened?"

HARRY: (muffled in the mattress) "I was bad."

LOUIS: "Funny bad or real bad?"

HARRY: "Real bad..."

LOUIS: "What did you do?"

HARRY: (flushing, uncomfortable) "Something horrible...Embarrassing...I hate myself. I shouldn't

be telling you this but I can't live with it--And I can't keep secrets from you--Not anymore. I'm too
scared of the result so I'll tell you because I can't have you mad. That'd break me. So I'm telling
you...even though I shouldn't because it's bad, unforgivable really."

LOUIS: "Did you kill someone because if so, we need to put him in the bathtub asap to drain him
of blood so there's no evidence left behind when we drag him out the fire staircase to the recycling
bins..."
HARRY: (raises his head to look at Louis questionably) "What?"

LOUIS: "I'm just saying. I'm too pretty for jail and you, bud, are definitely to pretty for it too. So
bathtub."

HARRY: (head back down) "No, I didn't kill someone."

LOUIS: "Was hoping it'd be Zayn."

HARRY: "Louis!"

LOUIS: "What? I can dream, can't I?"

HARRY: "Something worse."

LOUIS: (jumping on the bed beside him) "Worse than murder? Now you have me interested.
Alright, hit me. I'm ready."

HARRY: (points without raising his eyes) "That."

LOUIS: (looks around confused at first) "What?" (notices the t-shirt, rumpled on the bed) "This?"

HARRY: "Yes."

LOUIS: "The t-shirt?" (picks it up) "What about-" (notices it's wet, lets go of it immediately) "Is that-
that is. Oh god." (disgusted, making gagging sounds) "Oh dear lord-I'm infected. You did have the
herp and now I have it too! I can't touch anything with this hand!"

HARRY: (mumbled) "Not helping."

LOUIS: "You tricked me, Satan. It was a trap!"

HARRY: "I was trying to explain..."

LOUIS: "You came on a shirt? That's it? You called me down here in this mock crisis, made me
uproot my entire life and drag it flights of stairs because you dirtied a shirt?! You know you can
wash those, right? Cum does not stain forever. Trust me, I was a middle-schooler once and have
tested this theory multiple times. It cleans off."

HARRY: (chuckles before sobering up again, curling on his side, small) "I had phone sex with Ed."

LOUIS: (shocked, mouth open, trying compose himself, nodding slowly) "Ah..."

HARRY: "Yeah... Because I'm a bad person." (sniffling) "And now I'm ruining his life again by
destroying another of his relationships. He's finally happy and I'm being selfish, taking that away
because I'm not happy. I want him happy but I can't seem to get my shit together long enough to
let him be that."

LOUIS: (sighs) "Well... Was he mad?"

HARRY: "No... But he didn't want to do it at first... I pressured him. He's a good person. He
wouldn't have done it if it weren't for me."

LOUIS: "Harry, you're a good person too. And last time I checked, it takes two people to have
phone sex. If he really felt pressured, he'd have hung up. There are no consequences to that. He
always had that choice and didn't take it. You're both at fault--if you can call it that."

HARRY: "I don't even know why I did it...I was lonely, I guess." (beating himself up, tears sliding
down his cheeks) "I have to tell Zayn and he will hate me and Ed will hate me for telling him but I
can't lie to Zayn because Zayn's...Zayn's...everything, I can't lie to him. They'll both hate me-I'll die
if Zayn hates me." (burrowing in the pillow, swallowing sobs) "I can't lose him..." (starting to panic)
"I can't live without him!" (breathing faster) "I don't know what to do-Why did I do it?! I don't-I
shouldn't!"

LOUIS: (looks at him sadly, soft) "Haz..." (slowly makes his way to Harry, lays down, hugs Harry to
himself awkwardly, clear he's not used to it) "It's okay... Because I hate Zayn back..." (Harry snorts
before hyperventilating some more) "It'll be fine."

HARRY: "How?!"

LOUIS: "He won't hate you."

HARRY: "You don't know him..."

LOUIS: "I don't but I do know that beef jerky cares about you so, so much." (caressing Harry's
hair) "And he's as scared of losing you as you are of losing him. He might be mad for a bit... But
it'll be okay." (light) "And if he's mad then I have more of you to myself so ha-ha! All this was
planned."

HARRY: (chuckles in between tears, looks at him) "Do you hate me?"

LOUIS: (amused) "For what? Finding your ex hot? Is that even legal for me to hate you for that?"

HARRY: "You hate me for wearing brown boots with black shirts..."

LOUIS: "Because that's just wrong."

HARRY: (scared) "Will you look at me differently now?"

LOUIS: (rolls his eyes) "I told you..." (looks at him, both close, intimate) "We're best friends."
(whispered) "Nothing will change that."
HARRY: (bites his lip, eyes lidding instinctually) "I hope not..."

LOUIS: (pauses, feels the tension, risks) "It'll always be good between us..." (rare insecurity)
"Right?"

HARRY: (breathy) "Right." (lovingly touching Louis' cheek with his thumb, cupping his face,
thinking out loud) "Because I'd never do anything to lose you..."

LOUIS: (gulps) "Go-good." (startles awake, composes himself, pulling away) "I uh I brought you
some stuff..." (uncomfortable, trying to be casual again) "To cheer you up and all..."

HARRY: (sitting up, wiping his eyes) "Like what?"

LOUIS: "Well, the Xbox, because I wasn't going anywhere without it...And this sweater of mine
that's big enough to fit you..." (hands over the sweater to Harry) "And this..."

HARRY: (wide-eyed, overjoyed) "Banana!"

LOUIS: (gives it to him, fond) "You love bananas."

HARRY: (looking at the banana longingly) "Banana..."

LOUIS: "Don't start cuddling it now."

HARRY: (rubs it against his face, talking to it) "I shall eat you right now!"

LOUIS: (laughing, walking towards the TV to connect the Xbox) "It's delighted to hear that."

HARRY: (shuffling himself in the sweater, snuggles it against his chest, visibly happy) "Can I keep
this?"

LOUIS: "Well, it's one of my favorites..." (Harry pouts) "Are you gonna wear it?"

HARRY: "All the time! It'll be one of my favorites."

LOUIS: (smiles) "Keep it then." (sits back on the bed with controllers in his hands) "Wanna play?"

HARRY: "You play."

LOUIS: (leans against the headrest, starting the game) "What will you do then?"

HARRY: (shy) "This." (cuddles next to him, head in Louis' lap, looking at the screen, both hands
holding the banana, mouth full of it) "Play now. I watch and fall asleep." (rubs his cheek against
Louis' thigh) "So soft."

LOUIS: (looks down at him for a few seconds, shakes his head finally, smile on his face) "That's all
it took?"

HARRY: "I like bananas..." (to himself) "And you..."

LOUIS: (teasing) "Part of me thinks you faked crying so I'd feel bad and come sleep with you."

HARRY: (grinning) "Guilty." (frowns adorably) "But not faking because I was actually sad."
(softening) "But it's okay because no matter what I'll have you."

LOUIS: "Yup."

HARRY: "Even when I'm bad."

LOUIS: "Oh, I love when you're bad."

HARRY: "But I don't want to be bad anymore."

LOUIS: "Eh, I guess I'll learn to love that other side too..."

HARRY: (smacks Louis' thigh, Louis chuckles) "Sleep here tonight?"

LOUIS: (playing and talking at the same time) "Ha! Now that my Xbox is here, don't think I'm ever
leaving."

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: What is Harry feeling? Why did he do that with Ed?

=================

60. Vortex

Chapter 60: Vortex

Scene 1

[Simba's Cub-house Childcare, Walt Disney World in Florida, 5:55pm, Let's Get One Thing
Straight--Not You]

ELEANOR: (cleaning up some toys, casually bringing it up) "So you haven't been around in a
while..."
LOUIS: (other side of the room) "What do you mean? I was here yesterday with Elise and Amy."

ELEANOR: "No, I mean..." (giving him a look) "Around, around."

LOUIS: "You mean we haven't hooked up in a while?"

ELEANOR: "Exactly that. Found someone else?"

LOUIS: "I'm glad we can talk about this so openly."

ELEANOR: (shrugs) "Should I have sent a Hallmark card?" (mocking) "Where is the sex?"

LOUIS: (chuckles) "Not really. It's just been complicated finding time."

ELEANOR: (smiles knowingly) "Since you spend so much of it with Harry?"

LOUIS: (picking up a few toys, walking them to the side) "The only reason I spend so much time
with him is because I'm trying to make up for lost time. I owe it to him after pulling that stunt."

ELEANOR: "The only reason? That was literally months ago."

LOUIS: (snappy, touchy) "I like hanging out with him. He's my best friend and I want to spend as
much time as possible by his side. Is this new? Does this bother you? Should I be reporting to you
now? Are you clocking in my free hours? Because before it was Zayn and before that, Niall and I
swear to god, I think it's legal for me to want to hang out with my best friend."

ELEANOR: "I was just asking, sheesh. Don't get so defensive. I wasn't reading you your Miranda
rights."
LOUIS: (high-pitched) "I just don't see how this has to do with you."

ELEANOR: "Again, just asking..." (long silence, both work on their opposite ends, awkward)

LOUIS: (speaking up) "I can come over tonight if you're free."

ELEANOR: "If you want. I'm not here to draft you to Nam."

LOUIS: (shrugs) "Sure. I'll stop by."

ELEANOR: (dry) "Wow, you're starting to sound more enthusiastic about Disney than sex. That's
saying something."

LOUIS: (frustrated again) "I said I'll stop by. What do you want me to do? Jump in the air like I've
won the lottery?"

ELEANOR: "Louis, I'm serious, this isn't a requirement in our friendship. I was simply wondering."

LOUIS: "So you don't want me to come or what? Make up your mind and tell me because I don't
play these games. You want to have sex, we'll have sex. You don't want to have sex, we won't. It
doesn't have to be ambiguous."

ELEANOR: "No one's playing any games. I'm just asking you to think if this is really what you
want."

LOUIS: "Does it matter?"

ELEANOR: "Uh, yes? You shouldn't have sex with me if you don't want to."

LOUIS: "I don't mind sex. If it's there, it's there. Not a necessity, not a burden. Just sex."
ELEANOR: "But you'd rather be spending that time with Harry?"

LOUIS: "He's with Zayn tonight so I'm alone anyway."

ELEANOR: "Ah, so that's why you're so willing."

LOUIS: (bristling) "What are you trying to say?"

ELEANOR: "I'm not your first choice, none of us are, and we're fine with that yet you still get so
upset when we point it out as if it is a big secret that you like him way more than the rest of us."

LOUIS: "Why does anyone feel the need to point it out in the first place? Does it need to be
discussed openly who I favor? It is what it is."

ELEANOR: "So you're not denying it?"

LOUIS: "Eleanor."

ELEANOR: "Is this progress, I hear?"

LOUIS: "Why do you care?!"

ELEANOR: "I'm helping you help yourself."

LOUIS: "Don't. I don't need your help."

ELEANOR: (sighs) "It's easier to talk to someone about these things. You don't do it with Niall so I
thought I'd try."
LOUIS: "Why would I tell you stuff I'm not telling my oldest friend?"

ELEANOR: "Because I'm a girl and you're scared of guy judgment."

LOUIS: "Niall wouldn't judge me. And what the hell is 'guy judgment' anyway?"

ELEANOR: "Guy judgment refers to the obscene amount of respect you have for an opinion that
comes from a male, one of your bros."

LOUIS: "Is this going to be about me being a misogynist again? Because I'm not and I'm getting
tired of having to defend that."

ELEANOR: "No, it's not about that. It's not that you respect women any less. You just stress out
when it comes to men, some men, men you find cool. You want to impress them. These men
subconsciously decide right and wrong for you. You idolize them."

LOUIS: "Excuse me, but am I being charged for this therapy session?"

ELEANOR: "No. It's free, which is why you should take advantage of it."

LOUIS: "I care about my friends' opinion of me. Is that rare?"

ELEANOR: (sighs) "I'm just advising you to choose those friends carefully. We're all human and
as such, we can all be wrong. So it's important that you recognize that and that you're comfortable
saying stuff you assume other guys would not accept."

LOUIS: (uncomfortably quiet) "Like what for example?"

ELEANOR: "Like 'the only reason I don't spend all my time with Harry is because I don't wanna
seem desperate or dependent but if I didn't have to worry about that, I'd be with him every second
I could spare because he makes me so, so happy and I feel like a better person with him.'"

LOUIS: (stunned, blushes immediately) "I—that's not true."

ELEANOR: "I was giving an example."

LOUIS: "The example is not true. I'm not desperate. We're friends. I'm happy with him yes but I'm
not—he's not the end all be all. I don't need be around him all the time. That's a choice I'm making.
I can be on my own too."

ELEANOR: "You don't need to explain yourself to anyone, not even yourself. Do what feels best.
You're your own worst judge. The moment you start thinking about how well things are going, you
sabotage yourself."

LOUIS: "If the goal is for me not to think about it, why are you making me think about it? You
wanna sabotage me? Is my sex that good?"

ELEANOR: "No. I mean, it's average but I won't die without it. I can find someone else. That's why
it works between us. We're ambivalent about hooking up."

LOUIS: (rubbing his arm, looking down) "Ambivalent, that's a good word."

ELEANOR: (concerned) "You look...troubled. Are we no longer on the same page?"

LOUIS: "No, we are. Completely."

ELEANOR: "Then what?"

LOUIS: "I don't think we should be."

ELEANOR: "What do you mean? You want us fighting and pining?" (joking) "I didn't know my
nagging was that good."

LOUIS: "Isn't that what others do? Don't they all say friends with benefits gets complicated? That
you get too attached?"

ELEANOR: "All those things aren't things I want so I'm confused as to why they are worrying you."
(lost) "Do you want it to get complicated?"

LOUIS: "I'm not worried, just curious. It's curious that I don't get attached to people. I think about
that at times."

ELEANOR: "You don't get attached to me or your one night stands—some people, not all. You get
attached to others. You're attached to Niall and Harry and Luke. You value your mates. You pour
all your emotional energy in them. I don't see anything strange about that."

LOUIS: "With how you phrased it, I'll be having friends all my life—"

ELEANOR: "That's bad?"

LOUIS: "—And no significant other. I'll sit there and watch all my mates get married and find
someone that automatically will be more important to them than I am. Eventually, they will all have
other duties and I'll be there, pretty alone, wishing I could do that too." (sighing) "When you think
of it that way, a couple of bad one night stands you thought would stick around are nothing. I'd
rather get hurt a few times than never have anything worth hurting over to begin with because you
know what hurts most? Loneliness. I see how pained Harry is over Ed, how much he still cares,
and it's... Damn, it's beautiful to have something so strong. Sure, it hurts--I know he struggles
sometimes but... I just wonder..." (trailing off) "What it must have been like for someone to have
become such a big part of you." (shaking his head) "And I'll never have that. Not at this rate."

ELEANOR: (smiles sadly) "You were not born without the ability to attach to women, Louis. You
just haven't met the right woman yet."
LOUIS: (snaps) "Cliche. If I'm taking the time to listen to your advice, the least you could do is give
me honest, original thoughts. Something you really believe."

ELEANOR: (rolling her eyes) "Alright. People go through phases. Right now you're trying to love
yourself so all your affection gets wasted there. When that gets easier, you'll have enough left over
to devote to someone else in your life. Simply put, you're not ready to be romantically involved
with someone now but that doesn't predict the future. These things change." (nudging him) "You'll
be falling in love in no time then I'll have to hear you whine about how you never wanted this. And
I'll say you did, you asked for it. And you'll curse the day we had this talk."

LOUIS: (half-smile, relieved) "You would be saying I told you so in that situation. That is so you."

ELEANOR: "And it's so you to put on a Shakespeare soliloquy every time something confuses
you."

LOUIS: "I think that last monologue came out of your mouth."

ELEANOR: "Well, I feel the need to step up my game around you."

LOUIS: "Still thinking you'll be me at some point." (shaking his head) "Hopeless."

Scene 2

[Eleanor's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 8:35pm, Sleepover!]

LOUIS: (bursts out laughing, rolls off from on top of Eleanor, lays on the bed, face down) "I can't."

ELEANOR: (laying on her back, beside him) "What's going on? What's funny?"

LOUIS: (still chuckling) "First time I told Harry about this, the boxers thing, he compared it to wack-
a-mole and now I cannot think of anything else."

ELEANOR: (giggling, rolling her eyes) "Now I'm going to be thinking about it."

LOUIS: "It's strange. I've hung out with him so much that every single thing leads to a Harry story."
(raises his chest up, head on his hands) "Sometimes my own mind becomes annoying. I have to
tell it to stop with the Harry stories."

ELEANOR: (smiling, pulls herself so she's leaning on the pillows) "How many Harry stories does it
exactly tell?"

LOUIS: "Too many. I'm either with him a lot or my Harry memory is very good, because I
remember the smallest details about him."

ELEANOR: "Sounds like you spend quite a lot of time obsessing over him."

LOUIS: "I can't even deny that because I do. Unwillingly, mind you."

ELEANOR: (sitting up, giddy) "Tell me about the most embarrassed you've seen him."

LOUIS: (raising an eyebrow) "I thought we were having sex?"

ELEANOR: "This is much more interesting."

LOUIS: "Wow, I'm hurt."

ELEANOR: "Sleepover time." (jumps up from the bed) "Let's paint each other's nails!"

LOUIS: (lets his head fall on the mattress) "I'm ruined."

ELEANOR: "Oh please, you weren't even hard. This will be much more therapeutic." (shows him a
nail polish bottle) "How's peach?"

LOUIS: (mock sobbing on the bed) "Peach! That's not even a color. Louis, escape while you still
can."

ELEANOR: "If you let me paint your nails, I'll curl your hair."

LOUIS: "How did you know I wanted to do that?"

ELEANOR: "Liam told me."

LOUIS: "How does Liam know that?"

ELEANOR: "Niall told him."

LOUIS: "I'm finished. I'm ruined."

ELEANOR: "Should I heat the curler?"

LOUIS: "I want a massage too." (Eleanor squeaks, running to the bathroom) "Foot massage!"

ELEANOR: "Whatever princess wants."

LOUIS: (wailing) "No one can know about this. If people ask, I made good, long sex to you."

ELEANOR: "Oh yeah, of course. And all that manly, bro stuff."
LOUIS: (grinning) "Exactly. No polish and no peaches."

Scene 3

[Outside Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 1:35am, Cream Peach-stickles]

HARRY: (opening the door, sleepy) "Louis?"

LOUIS: (slurring, practically falling over) "I curls my hair for ya..." (stumbles sideways, catches
himself on the door frame) "Oh woah, spinning already..." (balanced) "And my nails are peaches
now." (shows him his hands, loses balance again, stumbles) "I made pretty for you."

HARRY: (amused, biting his lip, trying to not laugh) "I see that..."

LOUIS: (tries to strike a model pose) "You like?"

HARRY: (bursting out laughing) "I like."

LOUIS: (chuckling as well) "El helped...She also shared her wine." (grabs for him to hold himself)
"Now we're the same." (hugs him) "Curly, curly, curly." (pulls his face away from Harry's chest,
looks at Harry seriously, raises his hand to reach for Harry's face) "Wait a second...Let me try
something..."

HARRY: (holding his breath) "What are you..."

LOUIS: (grabs one of Harry's curls and touches it with one of his own, screams in glee) "Our curls
are making curl love!"

HARRY: (blinking in amusement) "That didn't go as expected... It went better."

LOUIS: (giggles, hugs Harry again) "You like me like a lot." (pause, then mumbles) "How much do
you like me?"

HARRY: (grinning) "Like a lot."

LOUIS: (smiling, all tiny and giggly) "I like that."

HARRY: (hugs him back, rocking them sideways) "I leave you for one evening and this is what you
do?"

LOUIS: (mumbled against Harry's neck, grinning) "That's why you must never leave me."

HARRY: (laughing, kisses the top of his head) "Deal."

LOUIS: (screeches) "Don't put kiss-spit on my hair! Water ruins it!"

HARRY: "Sorry, sorry." (pushes Louis' bangs away softly, kisses his forehead, looks down at him,
fond and smitten) "Acceptable?"

LOUIS: (thinking hard, humphs) "Fine."

HARRY: (leading him inside) "Bed now?"

LOUIS: "Will it ruin my curls? I wanted them for tomorrow."

HARRY: "It won't." (picking him up, Louis doesn't even notice, yawns, face in Harry's neck, eyes-
closed) "We'll re-do it tomorrow. You can have curls every day if you want."

LOUIS: (curls into Harry's chest) "I think I'll have curly hair forever." (smiles) "And sleep here
forever."
HARRY: "Well, your Xbox is here so there is no other way, I'm afraid."

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Biggest change you'd say Louis has made since befriending
Harry?

=================

61. Entry

Chapter 61: Entry

[Balcony, Zayn's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 9:10pm, #ZouisPassMeThatBlunt]

Smoke Break 1

ZAYN: "Why are your nails pink again?"

LOUIS: "They're not pink, first of all. They're peach. And I'm celebrating the fact that Eleanor won't
sleep with me anymore."

ZAYN: "What?"

LOUIS: "It's a cause."

ZAYN: "What is? To get Eleanor to sleep with you again?"

LOUIS: "No. The opposite fool. To get her to never sleep with me again. Are you even listening?"

ZAYN: "That's...not how causes work."

LOUIS: "They work how I want them to work."

ZAYN: "So you're not sleeping with Eleanor. Why?"

LOUIS: (shrugs) "Because I didn't like it."

ZAYN: "Why?"

LOUIS: "Because it's Eleanor and she eats dick. Mine, to be exact. She has eaten my dick before.
That's where I lost a couple of inches. I used to be like...snake length but now I'm more
like...iguana shaped."

ZAYN: (disgusted face) "You are vile. How do women sleep with you?"

LOUIS: (snorts) "They don't, apparently."

ZAYN: "Yeah, you'd do much better with a man."

LOUIS: (caught off guard) "What? Why would you say that?"

ZAYN: "Because only men can stomach your sense of humor and the fact that your idea of
romance is to put coffee in a plastic cup so they can take it on their way out in the morning."

LOUIS: (speechless, trying to decide what to say, blurts) "Harry thinks I'm romantic."
HARRY: (entering the balcony with a cigarette in his fingers) "No, I don't. You're the least romantic
person I know. You thought romantic was a genre of painting."

LOUIS: "It is and it's called Romanticism. I don't expect an uneducated noob like yourself to
understand."

ZAYN: (vicious) "Watch it."

HARRY: (laughing it off) "Fair enough." (settles in between them, also leaning on the balcony,
smoking, to Zayn) "He's good with paintings, amazing with plays, decent with books but sucky with
kisses and hugs."

LOUIS: (smiling) "That so?" (elbowing him, taunting) "Who are you to judge? As if I'd ever kiss
you. You probably taste like ass."

HARRY: (smirking back) "Oh, quite literally." (Louis makes a gagging face, Harry pokes his nose)
"You could always have a free sample though."

ZAYN: "I'm still here, guys, before you start bro-pal flirting, do remember that."

LOUIS: (flushed) "We're not flirting."

HARRY: (immediately noticing Louis' discomfort) "It's more like getting on each other's nerves
than flirting." (trying to ease the tension) "Besides, Zay, we bro-pal flirt all the time, you're used to
it."

LOUIS: (flings his cigarette out, stomps back in the room) "I'm done here."

HARRY:(confused, looking back at Louis retreating) "Hey, where are you..." (turns back toward
Zayn) "Was it something I said?"
ZAYN: (eyebrow raised) "Yes, yes it was. That was brilliant saving on your part. Next time, just tell
him we have kissed for real. That'll go over well." (shakes his head, to himself) "Oblivious potato
that you are."

HARRY: (oblivious) "Why would he care if we've kissed for real? If you didn't care, why should
he?"

ZAYN: (sighs, throws his cigarette out too) "You got that nickname for a reason. Think on it."

Smoke Break 2

LOUIS: "Why do you and Ed hate each other?"

ZAYN: "We don't."

LOUIS: (snorts) "Don't worry, I'm not telling Harry if that's what concerns you. He can continue to
think his parents will get back together after the divorce. I won't break the news that they both
started dating other people."

ZAYN: "Funny you'd phrase it that way. A lot of the time, that's exactly how it feels like."

LOUIS: "Are you the mom or the dad?"

ZAYN: "Well, he moved in with me so the mom, I suppose."

LOUIS: "That makes sense since Ed lets him get away with more shit too." (smirks) "And
whenever he wants to do things, he asks Ed first."

ZAYN: "If by things you mean drugs and mistakes then yes, he does ask Ed first because Ed got
him into that stuff in the first place."
LOUIS: "Did you ever like him?"

ZAYN: "We used to be best friends. I still respect him for his other qualities and I don't mind him as
a person, on his own, when it doesn't have to do with Harry. He's smart and hard-working. Very
kind. He's a good person. We used to be really close."

LOUIS: "What happened?"

ZAYN: (shrugs)"It got...complicated when he started dating Harry. Emotions got deeper, more
intense. And Ed fell quickly for him, almost before he even asked Harry out. He was very
attached—They both were. It was hard not to step on any toes with whatever I said or did."

LOUIS: "To Harry, you mean? Whatever you said to Harry, did with Harry."

ZAYN: (ignores the implication) "I remember, one time...We were really high, the three of us. We
had smoked up. Ed smokes a lot. Harry was as high as a kite and bouncing off the walls—It was
really quite annoying. Ed and weed always got him so obnoxious. This time though he was really
testing my limits."

LOUIS: "Doing what exactly?"

ZAYN: "He started making spit bubbles or I don't know, some weird drooling shit. He giggled and
drooled and it was disgusting." (pause) "But Ed laughed. He laughed and I will never forgive him
for that day. He chuckled and wiped Harry's cheeks with his hand and he didn't flinch once even
when Harry climbed on his lap like a freaking four-year old." (almost sighed) "Things changed from
that night on."

Smoke Break 3

LOUIS: "Can I crash here tonight?"

ZAYN: (shrugs) "If you don't mind being cosy. I only have one bed."

LOUIS: (excited) "I don't. I don't mind. He can sleep on my side. He's always half on top of me
anyway when we sleep so I'm used to it."

ZAYN: (looking down) "He's getting used to you."

LOUIS: "Is that bad?"

ZAYN: "I don't know, Louis, because I don't really know what happens between you too. I do know
I don't want him hurt."

LOUIS: "Me neither. We can agree there."

ZAYN: "Yeah...I'm not sure if we can."

LOUIS: "You think I'd hurt him?"

ZAYN: "Not on purpose. But you definitely have the power to crush him otherwise. We've both
seen that."

LOUIS: (emotional) "I made a mistake. That's what people do—they make mistakes. But I
apologized and he forgave me. I'm not gonna make that mistake again."

ZAYN: "But a new one—"

LOUIS: (angrier)"I was crushed too. I was hurt too. I'm hurt without him. He's my best friend. It
goes both ways. We both care a lot. We both want this a lot."
ZAYN:"Nothing against you, really, but it is a little off-putting to have you use the same label I use
for him."

LOUIS: "Why? Because we fought once? You haven't fought ever, now?"

ZAYN: "Not because of that. I don't mean to be possessive—"

LOUIS: "But you are. You are possessive and so am I so we can both understand each other
there. No need to front."

ZAYN: "I've known him for a very long time. I know everything about him. I support everything
about him. I can say with a hundred percent certainty that whatever he can say to me, I will
respond with, I'll be there for you. A hundred percent certainty. Can you say the same?"

LOUIS: (speechless, in thought) "I don't know..."

ZAYN: (purses his lips) "That's what it means to be someone's best friend. It means if he shows
up at my door and wants me to help burry someone, I would." (Louis smiles) "It means I accept
him exactly how he is and trust me, some parts of him are very hard to accept."

LOUIS: "Maybe you shouldn't accept those parts. Maybe you should help him change."

ZAYN: "It's easy for you to say. Ed came in with that mentality too and he quit because he saw
that it's not a 'snap your fingers, he's a new person' type of thing. Parts of him are always going to
be there. He's always going to be insecure with friends, with himself. I can help him become
confident but that's never going to remove the fact that when we enter a new room, he'll want to
grab my jacket, sometimes my hand. He needs a best friend that will willingly do that for him. I
don't know if that's you—I've judged you early way too many times—but I don't think you know if
that's you either. And that scares me because I can't have him reach for a hand that's not there."

LOUIS: "I might not know how I'd react in that situation because I haven't been in it yet but I do
know one thing. His pain pains me. Any situation where I can help him avoid struggling, I'll do
whatever it takes. Maybe not in the most conventional ways but hey, I'm effective—crude but
effective."

ZAYN: (snorts) "That you are."

LOUIS: (serious) "He can change. I've seen him change. I know he wants it and he can do it. He
can do anything he wants to do."

ZAYN: "Yes, he can. But make sure that he wants to change for him—not for you. If he's changing
so he can be a better friend to you, that might not be him really wanting to change for himself."

LOUIS: "If he needs me to be his motivation for something that he wants to do but can't find fire
otherwise, then I'll do it." (opening up) "He's been my motivation for a lot of things. He's the reason
I don't drink as much. He's the one that stops me from snapping at people. He's gotten me into
reading again and studying so that the next time he asks me a random question about a random
painting in a random museum, I'll be able to explain it to him. If I can be even half of that for him,
then I'll be happy to do it."

ZAYN: (stunned, recovering) "There's another thing."

LOUIS: "Shoot."

ZAYN: (takes a frustrated breath)"He's going to pick me. He might like you a shit ton but he's still
going to pick me when push comes to shove."

LOUIS: (frowning)"That's not necessarily true."

ZAYN: "No, it is. This is the real test." (turns towards him, serious) "You need to accept now that
I've been there for him since he was a child—"

LOUIS: "We get it. We get it. You're amazing. It's all about you and your never-ending generosity."
ZAYN: (snappy right back) "I'm not saying that! Listen, I'm trying to help you. I'm trying to prepare
you so that it doesn't all break down again. I want this for him. I'm on your side. I want what makes
him happy and if that's you, I'm not gonna fight that. Let me help you."

LOUIS: "Help me by what? Telling me how much he loves you."

ZAYN: "He does love me and if that's gonna bother you, you'll end up exactly like Ed. You can't
get over this by thinking, 'He'll love me more'. That's the pitfall. That's pride. You have to realize
that he loves me like a protector and he might love you too but in a different way—We're not
competing with each other. He doesn't see us the same way. We don't have to compete."

LOUIS: "Because if we do compete, you'll win."

ZAYN: "I will. Not because of my 'never-ending generosity' but because I had the time advantage.
That's it. Just that. It doesn't mean he doesn't trust you. It just means I was lucky to meet him first."

LOUIS: (takes a few seconds to think it through, nods slowly) "If I accept that then you'll have to
accept that I will not be pushed aside. If I'm getting this attached to him, I want my place by his
side. And I'm gonna fight for his time because I think it's good for him—It's good for both of us."

ZAYN: (smiles) "Earn it and it's yours."

LOUIS: (smoking in silence, then) "I can still sleep over?"

ZAYN: (walking back in, teasing) "Ever thought you'd sleep in a bed with two men, Tomlinson?"

LOUIS: (laughing, following him) "Can't say that it was on my bucket list."

ZAYN: "Don't lie now."

LOUIS: (more laughing) "Not lying. But I'll embrace it." (crawling on the bed on one side of Harry,
who's asleep, stomach down, Louis ruffles his hair, clearly being soft, despite his tone) "Yo,
airhead, make some space, ey?"

HARRY: (opening his eyes, blinks at Louis, smirks) "You'll have to move me, fatty."

ZAYN: (sitting on the other side of Harry, with an xbox controller) "Best two out of three buys the
weed next time we chill."

LOUIS: "Oh, you're on." (sits down, back against the head-board, Zayn hands him the controller)
"Get ready to meet your match. I'm sure playing against this punk has made you think you're all
that."

HARRY: "I try, okay?" (lets his face fall back on the pillow, mumbled) "Sorry, 'm not man enough
for you."

LOUIS: (pats his lap, still looking at the screen to pick a team) "Come?"

ZAYN: (raises an eyebrow, looks at Harry curiously but doesn't comment) "Of course, you'd pick
Barca. Classic noob move."

LOUIS: "Psh, psh. Trash talk all you want." (Harry lays his head on Louis' lap, Louis touches his
curls quickly, to Harry) "You good?" (Harry nods, smile on his face, eyes closed) "Hope I don't
accidentally smack you in the face."

HARRY: (yawns, chuckles) "I'd deserve it."

ZAYN: (still somewhat wary) "You sure you can play like that?"

LOUIS: "I always play like this nowadays."

HARRY: (sleepy) "Helps me sleep since watching soccer bores me half to death." (Louis smacks
his cheek, Harry giggles) "And Louis is usually so bad—" (Louis scoffs under his breath, squishes
Harry's cheeks so the rest of sentence is mumbled) "All he does is pass and then lose the ball
again."

ZAYN: (chuckles) "Kinda the point in soccer, I'd say."

LOUIS: "Ha. See! Shut your mouth, child." (covers Harry's mouth, Harry nibbles on one finger,
licking it) "Ew." (immediately pulls it away, wipes it on Harry's shirt) "Don't be gross, bub." (Harry
pouts) "You don't know where those fingers have been. I was just scratching my balls a few
minutes ago." (Harry giggles immaturely while Zayn gags) "That's right so no more licking things."

HARRY: "If Zayn wins, you have to spoon me."

ZAYN: (howls in laughter) "I accept." (reaches over to high-five Harry) "If I win, all night spooning
or sleeping on the floor."

HARRY: "Oh don't give him that escape!"

LOUIS: "Hey! Stop teaming up against me." (to Harry) "This how fast you jump ships, Squirtle?"

HARRY: (cracking up, mock whisper) "Shh, I'm doing this for both of us. You don't know what you
want."

ZAYN: "Agreed again."

LOUIS: "Aight. Aight. I see how it is. I'll have to shut you both up then."

HARRY: "I'll prepare my spooning side."

ZAYN: (exaggerated, playing) "Prep it, boo. We 'bout to kick ass."

LOUIS: (half-focused on the game, half-eyeing Harry on his lap, to Harry) "I swear if you—"
(laughs before finishing) "If you punch me in the nuts when I'm about to score, you'll be choking on
them later."

HARRY: "Yum. Finally getting the real deal. Those fingers were just the appetizer."

ZAYN: (laughing so hard he loses possession of the ball) "That's just wrong."

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Will Louis fall into the same trap as Ed when it comes to Zayn?

=================

62. Easy

BIRTHDAY BABY: This chapter is for Liliana whose birthday is today! I hope it doesn't disappoint,
sweetheart. Happy birthday and many happy birthdays to come.

***

Chapter 62: Easy

Scene 1

[Zayn's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 2:10am, I'm Easy For You]

LOUIS: (Zayn's asleep, Harry and Louis, laying down awake, facing each other) "I'm getting really
attached to you and how much of a moron you are."
HARRY: "Is that a bad thing?"

LOUIS: "Being a moron? Yeah."

HARRY: (amused) "No. Being attached to me. Is that a bad thing?"

LOUIS: (sighed) "Yeah."

HARRY: "Why?"

LOUIS: "Because bad things happen when I get attached to people like this."

HARRY: "Like what?"

LOUIS: "Like I wanna be with them all the time. I don't get attached like that often but with you, I'm
getting there for sure. It's annoying how much fun we have. We should have less fun."

HARRY: (joking) "Yes, let's have less fun."

LOUIS: (snorts) "Is that possible?"

HARRY: "Nah. You're fun whatever you do. You're fun when you breathe."

LOUIS: "Sorry, I didn't order whipped cream with this frappe--It makes me fat."

HARRY: (laughs) "Can confirm."

LOUIS: (slaps his face lightly) "You're fatter!"

HARRY: "What bad things happen?"

LOUIS: (half-grin) "I cry a lot."

HARRY: "That is bad. But I do that too. A lot."

LOUIS: (endeared) "Other bad things."

HARRY: "Really bad things?"

LOUIS: (touches one of Harry's bangs, moves it out of Harry's face, sad) "Horrible things."

HARRY: (grabs Louis' hand, holds it in between his own) "To you or to me? I'm fine if I get hurt but
I don't want you in pain..."

LOUIS: (stunned) "To both of us. And if you don't want me in pain, I can't have you in pain
because then I'm in pain too." (frustrated) "It's very messed up and complicated. I wish it was
simpler."

HARRY: (soft) "Are you in pain right now?"

LOUIS: "No..." (his hand squeezes one of Harry's palms before pulling away) "But it's hard for me
to do this."

HARRY: "I'm sorry. We don't have to—"

LOUIS: "Not your fault. It's hard and at the same time, so, so easy. I fall into this with you very
easily."
HARRY: "I push it at times. I should know my limits."

LOUIS: "When you push me, those are the only times I feel alive." (snorts to himself) "It's a lot. It
hurts, that's how much it is, but I need a lot because life has drugged me with apathy. Nothing
ever surprises me anymore—Nothing makes me feel anything. I'm comatose, day in, day out. But
you're like...like cocaine. A rush, overwhelming. You help me touch that threshold if only for a little.
Every time you catch me off guard I'm scared but that's good because I am something—I feel
something."

HARRY: (moves closer to him, drawn in, whispered) "Wanna share a secret? I say one, you say
one. Wanna?"

LOUIS: "Tell me."

HARRY: "When I'm with you...I don't ever think of Ed... And when you bring him up... It's soft, like
a soft ache, very gentle, just there as a memory. But you are much larger and all around the pain
and it helps. I don't miss him when I'm with you..." (quiet) "But I miss you all the time when we're
not together..."

LOUIS: (bites his lip, eventually has the courage to speak again) "Last time I got this close to
someone..." (gulps) "I got really hurt..." (caresses Harry's cheek) "And you remind me of him at
times..."

HARRY: (breath skipping) "What was he like?"

LOUIS: (struggling) "Easy to be around...Made me feel good about myself...At the beginning—At
the start—When he wanted to..." (pulls away, cuddles his arm against his chest, looks away) "I
made the mistake of opening up to him and that changed my entire life. I don't know if I can risk
you doing the same, even if I was unhappy with where I was heading before you came along."

HARRY: "I'm harmless. I'm a baby."

LOUIS: "You're not. Don't put yourself down. Don't let anyone call you 'baby'. It's demeaning."
(looks at him intently) "You're a man, a strong, smart one at that. And people that underestimate
you, well, I feel bad for them because I've seen you pissed and it's quite frankly very real, unlike
the baby act you put on so Zayn can breast-feed you." (Harry is surprised, gaping) "The baby is
endearing, got my attention, but the man made me wanna stick around. And if I'm gonna let
anyone spoon me, it will damn sure be a man who can handle it."

HARRY: (confessing) "I've never been a man for someone..."

LOUIS: (shrugging) "I've never slept with two men in the same bed. Things change."

HARRY: (smiles) "They sure do, Hades, they sure do."

Scene 2

[Town Square Theatre, Walt Disney World, 1:35pm, Bros Before Hoes]

NIALL: "You've moved into his room again?"

LOUIS: (shakes his head) "No. Well, not really. Not officially, I'd say. I'm keeping some distance
this time." (interjected) "Not because he's gay. Alright? Alright. Because last time we got too
attached, too quickly and it hurt us both so this time, we're keeping some distance." (shrugs) "As
much as we can..."

NIALL: "You think just because you don't sleep together every night, it won't hurt if he decides to
stop talking to you?"

LOUIS: "First of all, why would he do that? Second of all, yes, it would hurt but I won't wake up in
the middle of the night, sleep talking about wanting him to buy all the 'How I Met Your Mother'
seasons on Amazon."
NIALL: "You did that...ever?"

LOUIS: "I really like 'How I Met Your Mother' and I don't know how to use Amazon because I hate
people."

NIALL: "You hate people so much you won't buy things they're selling on the internet?"

LOUIS: "Harry's fast. And he has an account. And he looks funny when he's sulking about how I
make him do things all the time."

NIALL: "Liam told me he bought you a onesie."

LOUIS: "We both got one. Sometimes we run around the hotel in them, pretending we're five and
have lost our mommies. We're drunk, of course. If we weren't, we'd need to be hospitalized."

NIALL: "How drunk do you guys get?"

LOUIS: "Really drunk. Thursdays only. I drink more but he drinks better so he's always the one
dragging me back. I don't even know what's so entertaining about it. Once, I peed my pants
laughing because Harry was convinced he was a dog and refused to walk on two feet. We almost
got in trouble that time. I'm literally in hell when I work Fridays."

NIALL: "You're a bad influence. He would never risk this much if it weren't for you. Look at him
now! Wasted on week nights. In the hotel! What are you doing to him?"

LOUIS: "Teaching him to let go."

NIALL: "On another, more important note, why am I never invited to these parties?"

LOUIS: "You should come. We just never plan them. Next time we can pre game at yours."
NIALL: "Is it really pre gaming when there is no game?"

LOUIS: "Oh, there is game alright, all his. He gets so smooth when he's wasted. I almost forget
how much he actually sucks at flirting."

NIALL: (concerned, treading lightly) "He flirts with you?"

LOUIS: "Jokingly. The more flustered I get, the more he flirts. I've gotten used to it though. Plus, if
I react badly, he reminds me that he'd never go for me since I'm straight and not his type for
whatever reason—He likes them tall probably and like...Not straight. Pisses me off when he keeps
repeating it..."

NIALL: "Pisses you off? Why? I thought if anything, it'd make you feel better."

LOUIS: "It's dumb. He doesn't need to keep reassuring me after every joke. I get it. He doesn't like
me like that. He'd never go for me. We're not like that. I get it! I get it. I get the concept."

NIALL: "You sound bitter as hell."

LOUIS: "Whatever."

NIALL: "It's like you want him to pine after you..."

LOUIS: (shrugs) "Didn't say that. I wouldn't care if he did though..."

NIALL: (rolling his eyes) "That's not fair, Louis. Don't lead him on just because you want your ego
stroked. You can get that done anywhere, with anyone. Leave him out of it. He's your friend. If he's
doing you the favor of keeping it strictly platonic, the least you can do is make it easier on him."

LOUIS: "Like let him date, you mean?"

NIALL: (confused) "Uh, sure. If he wants to, you don't have a say in that."

LOUIS: "I don't like it."

NIALL: "That's ridiculous. It's not one of those things you are even allowed to have an opinion on."

LOUIS: "I am allowed to have an opinion on anything I want. And my opinion is, I don't want him
dating someone. He's barely ready, still figuring things out with Ed. What he needs is to have fun
and chill with friends. He doesn't need a boyfriend."

NIALL: "You know, him having a boyfriend won't mean he stops hanging out with you."

LOUIS: (snorts defensively) "That's exactly what it means. The minute he dates someone, it'll be
all about him, this perfect boytoy whose face he eats. Every second of every day, he'll wanna
devote to his boyfriend. Everything he'll wanna do with his boyfriend because that's what
boyfriends are for. Everyone knows that people don't have friends when they start relationships."

NIALL: "They do. Think of Zayn and Liam. They're both dating and they both still hang out with all
of us. It just won't be..." (shrugging, wary) "This much time. He won't be around all the time the
way he is now."

LOUIS: "So...I'm not supposed to be iffy about that? I like spending time with him. Whoever comes
into his life will be taking out of that time, my time. And I'll fight for it. There's nothing unfair about
that. I backed out once and it didn't go well so this time I'm gonna stay. No more default shit. If he
picks having a boyfriend, fine, I'll step back. But he might pick me so..."

NIALL: "It's tough to compete with a boyfriend, Louis. You should prepare for that."

***
QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: What would Louis really do / feel if Harry got a boyfriend?

=================

63. Entertain*

Chapter 63: Entertain

[Simba's Cub-house Childcare, Walt Disney World in Florida, 4:03pm, Boys Kiss Boys]

LOUIS: (throwing Starburst at Harry from a huge bag he is carrying) "Hey, look kids, Hercules is
being bombarded with Starbursts." (hitting Harry in the head with one) "Strawberry." (throwing
another one) "Lemony." (missing with one, lands on the floor, a kid hurries to pick it up) "Oh, so
juicy. How do they get these things so juicy, I wonder?" (throwing some more as Harry tries
desperately to pick them up from the ground before the kids do) "Candy. Pew. Pew. Pew."

HARRY: (annoyed, groaning) "Louis—"

LOUIS: "Who the fuck is Louis?"

HARRY: (under his breath) "Louis!"

LOUIS: "What's my name, kids?"

CHILDREN: (collectively) "Hades!"

HARRY: "Right." (smiling forcefully) "Hades, will you please..." (gets hit in the face with a
Starburst, irritated) "Will you please..." (hit in the eye, flinches, snaps) "Will you stop that?!"

BOY #1: "Oh, anger."

LOUIS: (imitating him) "Oh, angry Herc." (smirking at Harry who is giving him the death glare)
"Who knew all I had to do to defeat him was have it rain Starbursts?"

GIRL #1: (squealing) "You can do that?!"

BOY #2: (jumping up and down) "Rain Starbursts! Rain Starbursts!"

HARRY: (panicking) "No, no, no, no, no!"

LOUIS: (loud) "Rain Starbursts it is!"

HARRY: (to Louis) "Don't you da—"

LOUIS: (throws a bunch in the air) "Look, kids, Star-rain!" (throwing more, skipping around, while
kids are screaming in excitement) "Candy falling from the sky!"

HARRY: (sighs, palms his forehead) "This is why they don't want you to be Peter Pan."

LOUIS: "Oh, I stole these from Ashton."

HARRY: "Of course, you did."

LOUIS: "I mean where did you think I got them? Bought them with my own cash? Please. Pan is
the only one who's considered mature enough to hand out candy. The eighteen year old, mature.
The youngest one, mature. I'm offended really. I'm the mature one. Why can't they understand
that?"

HARRY: (watching the children look around for more candy, their pockets, hands and mouths full,
dry) "I wonder why."
BOY #1: "More candy!"

HARRY: (kneeling eye-level with him) "No, no. Enough candy for now."

BOY #1: (throwing a Starburst at his face, stomping his feet) "More candy, stupid Hercules."

LOUIS: (laughing too hard in the background) "Yes, yes, children. Stupid Hercules."

HARRY: (to Louis, stern) "Control yourself." (gets hit by more candy) "Hey, hey, stop now. That's
not very nice."

BOY #3: "You're not nice. You don't give us candy."

GIRL #1: "Give us candy, stupid Hercules."

HARRY: (raising his empty hands) "Well, I don't have any."

GIRL #1: "Oh." (walks over at Louis who is holding the bag) "Give us candy, Hades."

HARRY: (interjecting) "Stupid Hades."

GIRL #1: "No. Only stupid Hercules. Hades is nice."

HARRY: "Why is Hades nice?"

GIRL #1: "He gives us candy and piggyback rides and is pretty like Snow White."
LOUIS: (laughing) "I'm adopting this one." (walking closer, smiling at the kids) "Do you guys want
more candy?"

CHILDREN: (screaming) "Yeah! Candy! Candy!"

HARRY: "I think they've had more than enough."

LOUIS: (kneeling down) "But remember for every one you eat you have to throw one at Hercules."

HARRY: "Louis, no."

JACK: (imitating Lou) "Who the fuck is Louis?"

HARRY: (horrified, squealing) "No, don't curse, Jackie!"

LOUIS: (laughing so hard he has to sit down on the ground, kids jump on his lap and back) "Oh
my god, best thing that ever happened to this place. I should steal more often."

HARRY: (worried) "No, don't say that in front of the kids! Listen to your words."

JACK: "Steal! Steal!" (tackles Louis to the floor, Louis hugs him, raising him up, Jack giggles)

HARRY: "No, no, no, no."

LOUIS: (trying to catch his breath, sets him on the floor again) "No, bud, don't steal."

BOY #3: "Do we have to take out the wrapper before we throw them at him?"

LOUIS: (amused) "No."

HARRY: "Lou—Hades! Please..."

GIRL #2: "Do we hit him with all of them or just the bad ones?"

LOUIS: "Just the bad ones."

BOY #3: "So the yellow?"

GIRL #2: "No! The yellows are the good ones!"

BOY #3: (pushing each other) "No, they're not. The pink are the good ones."

GIRL #2: "No, the yellow."

HARRY: "Guys, why don't we just eat them all at this point?"

LOUIS: (taunting) "Eat them all, huh? That sounds healthy."

BOY #4: "Without throwing them at you?"

HARRY: "Yes, without that."

LOUIS: "No, kids, don't listen to Hercules."

BOY #4: "Why not?"

LOUIS: "Because...because if you do I'll make all of the candy yellow."

CHILDREN: (most of the kids) "Ew. No!"

GIRL #2: (hands in the air) "Yes!"

BOY #3: (throwing one at Harry, missing, turning to Louis, suddenly very serious) "We don't have
enough candy for this operation."

LOUIS: (amused) "What?"

BOY #4: "If we throw one and eat one, we need more. Not enough candy."

LOUIS: "Oh."

GIRL #1: "So much candy wasted on Hercules. Candy should be eaten."

HARRY: "That's exactly why we should just eat them and not throw them at Hercules. Hercules is
nice now. Hercules will give you candy."

LOUIS: "Go away, stupid Hercules. Stop trying to be me."

CHILDREN: (chanting) "Stupid Hercules."

HARRY: (exasperated, palming his face in resignation) "Lord. I'm babysitting ten children and a
man-child."

LOUIS: "You have to do the rain dance."

BOY #3: (suspicious) "But why?"

LOUIS: "Well, for it to rain, of course. You have to do the rain dance."

GIRL #1: "But we don't know the—"

LOUIS: (shushing her) "You do...just dance to this song right now." (referring to the song playing in
the background, Disney Parks always have music on) "Who knows this song?"

BOY #5: "Me!" (jumping around) "Me!" (trying to get Louis' attention) "Me! Hades! Pick me!"

LOUIS: "Tell me."

BOY #5: (smug, still jumping up and down) "Beauty and the Beast."

LOUIS: "Yes. How does it go again?"

GIRL #3: (mumbling, moving from side to side while singing) "Be our guest, be our guest, put our
service to the rest—"

LOUIS: (chuckling) "Test."

GIRL #3: (blushing) "Yes." (walking closer to him to hide her face in his chest, mumbling more of
the song) "Tie your napkin in your neck..." (looking at him for help)

LOUIS: (smiling, singing the rest of it) "Cherie, and we'll provide the rest! Soup du jour, Hot hors
d'oeuvres. Why, we only live to serve. Try the grey stuff. It's delicious. Don't believe me? Ask the
dishes." (the children dancing up and down) "They can sing, they can dance. After all, Miss, this
is..." (looking at the little girl who's giggling)

GIRL #3: (hands in the air) "France!"

LOUIS: (still singing) "And a dinner here is never second best. Go on, unfold your menu. Take a
glance and then you'll be our guest. Oui, our guest. Be our guest!" (throwing some more candy in
the air while the children scream and chase it down)

BOY #2: "I'm hungry for real now."

JACK: "Yes, Hades, make it rain other stuff, like chicken tenders."

GIRL #1: (screaming) "Chicken tenders!"

GIRL #2: (squealing, jumping around in excitement) "Hades is my new favorite."

LOUIS: "Did you hear that, Herc? You have been displaced."

HARRY: (smitten) "I don't blame them. Hades is my favorite too."

BOY #1: (to another child) "But Hercules wins."

JACK: "It's only because in the movie they didn't have Starbursts. Weren't you listening?"

LOUIS: "That's exactly it, kiddos. Starbursts defeat everything."

GIRL #1: (surprised) "Everything?"

BOY #1: "Like dragons too?"

LOUIS: "Dragons most definitely."

BOY #4: "And pirates?"

LOUIS: "For sure."

BOY #3: "And mermaids."

GIRL #3: (slapping him lightly) "Mermaids aren't bad!"

BOY #3: "Yes, they are. Bad mermaids are bad. Peter Pan mermaids are bad."

LOUIS: "Yes, only the bad mermaids."

BOY #3: "And you, does it defeat you?"

LOUIS: "Well..."

HARRY: (laughing) "They have you there."

LOUIS: "Maybe."

BOY #1: (hands on mouth) "So much power."

BOY #5: (joining in by sitting beside the two other kids in front of Louis, shy) "I want to know too."

GIRL #2: (pushing him away) "You can't know."

LOUIS: (gently grabbing her hand) "Hey, hey. No shoving." (pulling her closer in a hug) "We must
be nice to everyone but Hercules. If you wanna go beat someone up, go throw stuff at him."
(tickling her stomach) "But no pushing other friends."

HARRY: (smiling at Louis) "Let's not encourage that."

GIRL #2: (giggling, whispering) "I think he knows we don't like him."

LOUIS: (whispering back) "He knows? Oh!" (fake shock, turning around, winking at Harry) "He
can't. He's too dumb to figure this stuff out." (lets the girl run away, laughing, stands up, to
Harry) "Eleanor has it easy. This seems like the easiest shift."

HARRY: "Not when you have to feed them and put them to sleep and keep them from killing each
other."

LOUIS: (shrugs) "I like kids best. What you see is what you get. Though I should have probably
held back on the candy."

HARRY: "No kidding. We have to clean this up now."

LOUIS: "They'll do it for us." (watching the kids who are crawling on their hands and knees to pick
up the discarded candy) "You think they'll leave candy on the floor. Candy should be eaten,
Hercules."

GIRL #3: (full mouth of candy) "So much candy." (hands full of more Starbursts)

LOUIS: "Hey there, chubby bunny, you have to share some of that with the others." (to Harry)
"Some parent will get to see that one crash. So exciting."

HARRY: (to the girl) "Don't eat that many. You'll choke, love. One by one, please." (to Louis) "This
is not safe."

LOUIS: "Herc, save the children."

JACK: (imitating Louis) "Save the children!" (running around Harry, repeating the phrase) "Save
the children! Save the children!"

LOUIS: (chuckling) "This one..." (grabs him up, grunting, setting him on his hip) "This one will
become me in the future. Don't you think? Eh, Jackie, you'll grow up to be me?"

JACK: "Yesh! I will be Hades. That's what I asked Santa for last year."

LOUIS: "Hear that, Hercules, Santa gives these kinds of gifts too. If I knew, I'd have asked to be a
pop star."

JACK: "Or Buzz Lightyear."

LOUIS: "Or Buzz Lightyear. Same thing. And Jack will be me."

HARRY: (rolling his eyes, tender) "Let's not pray for that."

LOUIS: "He says everything I say and look, he kinda looks like me too." (holding the kid, rubbing
his face against the giggling boy's cheek) "Baby Hades."

HARRY: (can't stop looking at Louis, smiling) "He does. He looks like he could be, well..." (trailing
off, walking closer so that he's caressing the boy's hair out of his face, both practically chest to
chest with the kid in between them, still in Louis' arms) "Related...to you."

LOUIS: (looking at Harry, voice soft, dazed) "Yeah..."

JACK: (touching Harry's face) "You don't have beard." (poking at Louis) "You have beard." (back
to Harry) "No beard." (rubbing his face against Louis') "Beard. Prickly, prickly."
HARRY: (chuckling, giving Jack a kiss on the forehead before poking his cheeks) "You don't have
a beard either."

LOUIS: (not having recovered yet, to Harry) "How many?"

HARRY: (staring back meaningfully) "Three. Two boys and a baby girl to spoil rotten."

JACK: (suddenly but quiet) "Now kiss..."

LOUIS: (snapped awake, pulls away) "Oh, right. I forget that you're the kiss boy. You want
everyone to kiss."

JACK: (pouting) "That was a kiss moment. In the movies, they kiss then." (dramatic) "Why didn't
you kiss?"

HARRY: (fond) "It was a kiss moment, Hades."

LOUIS: (genuinely curious) "But why would you want Hades and Hercules to kiss? Isn't that
weird?"

JACK: "Why is it weird?"

LOUIS: "Well, because—"

HARRY: (smiling, interjecting before Louis can) "Because one is bad and one is good."

JACK: "But I thought Hades was good now. He promised he'd be good. Has he broken the
promise again?"

HARRY: (smiles widely, ruffling Jack's hair) "No, he hasn't. He's been very good."
JACK: (to Louis) "So why aren't you kissing then?"

LOUIS: (still shocked) "Because, well..." (wary) "Hercules should kiss a princess instead, don't you
think?"

JACK: "But why?"

LOUIS: "Because princesses are pretty and nice."

JACK: "You're pretty and nice too."

HARRY: "He's right. You are. The prettiest of them all."

JACK: "Prettiest."

LOUIS: "But I'm not a princess. I'm the sidekick. The best friend. Like Woody and Buzz."

JACK: (face falling) "Oh..."

HARRY: (tries to cheer him up) "You have best friends too, don't you, Jackie?" (grabs him from
Louis' arms, holds him on his own, walking him around to give Louis a few seconds) "Who's your
best friend?"

JACK: "Ben."

LOUIS: "Would you wanna kiss Ben?"

JACK: "I kiss everyone because mommy says it makes them happy." (smiles) "And Hercules
kisses everyone too." (pause, confused) "But Hades...because..." (looks at Harry for help)
"Because why?"

HARRY: "Because Hades is always happy!"

LOUIS: (looks away, spaced out) "Always..."

JACK: "Are you always happy, Hades?" (Louis' doesn't reply, still dazed) "Hades?"

HARRY: (walks closer, touches Louis' arm while holding Jack on his hip, worried) "Hey."

LOUIS: (flips back) "Huh? Sorry, what happened? I just lost myself a little bit." (snorting, making
silly faces at Jack) "I was sleeping with my eyes open. What did you say, Jack?"

JACK: "I asked if you were happy?"

HARRY: "Always. He asked if you were always happy."

LOUIS: (looks from Jack to Harry, smiles) "When I'm with you two, yes." (pokes Jack's stomach)
"I'm always happy."

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64. Examine

Chapter 64: Examine

Scene 1
[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 6:41pm, Hot Stuff]

LOUIS: (on the bed, sliding a straightener down Harry's curls) "Am I doing it right?"

HARRY: (cross-legged in front of him, amused) "Well, you have to turn it on first."

LOUIS: "I plugged it in."

HARRY: "Yes, but that doesn't mean—here, give me. I'll turn it on." (grabs the straightener, turns it
on) "See this light? It means it's running. Careful though, it's going to be hot now."

LOUIS: "Really? The straightener is hot? Wow, mommy, what else is new?"

HARRY: "That third degree burn you're bound to get."

LOUIS: "Kill joy."

HARRY: "Our room will catch on fire."

LOUIS: "No faith." (grabbing a chunk of hair) "It's like you forget I'm the one that does your
ponytails."

HARRY: "No, you're right. One day you do ponies, the next weaves, just become a celebrity stylist
already."

LOUIS: "Don't be sassy. I'm holding a burning iron, clamp-y thing." (closes and opens the
straightener a couple of times for emphasis) "How fond are you of this ear?"

HARRY: "Not very. Take it." (grinning) "At least I won't get to hear your voice ever again."
LOUIS: (pulls his hair sharply, Harry whines) "Oops."

HARRY: "Yeah, hi, that's still, for the time being, attached to my head."

LOUIS: "For the time being."

HARRY: "Until you burn it off."

LOUIS: "It's steaming. Is this supposed to happen?"

HARRY: "Aren't you the expert on flaming hair, Hades?"

LOUIS: "Okay. Okay." (drops the straightener on the sheets) "You're on point today and I can't
deal."

HARRY: (hurries to pick it up) "Louis, sheets catch flames!"

LOUIS: "Be awkward again. I'm the witty one in this duo." (grabs the straightener from Harry's
hands carelessly) "Give me that."

HARRY: "Careful, love, careful!" (concerned) "You'll burn your fingers off. You have to be careful."

LOUIS: "Yeah, yeah." (continues to straighten some hair) "Don't jinx me."

HARRY: (rolling his eyes) "Why are you doing this again?"

LOUIS: (gets on his knees behind Harry to reach the top) "I wanna see how you look like with
straight hair."
HARRY: "Why?"

LOUIS: "Because I saw Eleanor straighten hers and it looked easy. I wanna try but mine is shorter
than yours."

HARRY: "And I'm your slave."

LOUIS: (bursts into laughter) "And that."

HARRY: (smiles) "Is that where you got the straightener from? I thought you bought it and for a
second, I was worried about your sanity."

LOUIS: (burns himself on the hot hair) "Ouch! Shit. Hell."

HARRY: (immediately) "You alright? You okay? Lemme see." (grabs the straightener, places it on
the table) "Here, give me your hand."

LOUIS: (cuddling his fingers) "Your hair burned me!"

HARRY: (touching the red skin) "I told—"

LOUIS: (screaming to interrupt him) "Not listening!" (pulls his hand away, pushes Harry on the
bed) "Don't be a know-it-all."

HARRY: (laughing, still laying down) "I don't have to be a know-it-all to know that I can't trust your
hands with anything."

LOUIS: (wiggling his eyebrows) "Anything, you say."

HARRY: (more laughter) "Anything."

LOUIS: "Get up. I wanna braid it next."

HARRY: "Oh, boy. We'll be doing this all night."

Scene 2

[Walgreens, Walt Disney Villagel, 7:13pm, Foreskin Doe]

HARRY: (on the phone) "Can't you hurry?"

LOUIS: (looking around, lost in the pharmacy aisle of Walgreens) "I'm trying to find it but there are
a billion different brand names in this long-ass aisle, not arranged in any order whatsoever.
And—and..." (more frustrated) "I don't have any idea what it would look like. This has got to be
what Dante's last circle of hell felt like, trying to find a logical way to arrange meds in an aisle."

HARRY: "It's called Monistat. And it would probably be in the feminine care or something..."

LOUIS: "Can't I ask someone?"

HARRY: "No! I'd be so embarrassed."

LOUIS: "You're not the one buying the damned thing. They won't even know you ever used it.
What the hell is the problem?"

HARRY: "It's so rare in men. I can't bear the shame. I'm ruined."

LOUIS: "Oh for shit's sake."

HARRY: "So rare." (whiny) "Uh! How did this happen?"

LOUIS: "You're vile. I told you not to sit on those bus seats. They're crawling with STI-s."

HARRY: "They're not. And this isn't an STI. It's a yeast infection. And it itches. So bad. So, so bad.
My hand has been down my pants for an hour now."

LOUIS: (blunt) "How sexy."

HARRY: "I'll scratch my skin off if you don't hurry. I'll give myself a circumcision."

LOUIS: "Vile. Absolutely vile. You disgust me."

HARRY: "It's not my fault!"

LOUIS: "How did you get it?"

HARRY: "I don't know!"

LOUIS: (bitter) "Slept with Eleanor? I mean, you have to at least give me a heads-up if she has
this stuff—"

HARRY: (growled) "I thought you weren't sleeping with her anymore."

LOUIS: "I won't if she'll give me the bubonic plague, make my dick fall off."

HARRY: "I should have asked Zayn."

LOUIS: (slighted) "Why didn't you?"

HARRY: "You were first on my last calls. Didn't cross my mind you'd give me this much crap."

LOUIS: "Why? Because I sleep around so much I probably have all these things figured out."

HARRY: "This isn't about you! Stop making this about you."

LOUIS: (can't help but smile) "Everything in the world is about me, Harry Styles."

HARRY: "My crotch being on fire is about you how?"

LOUIS: "I gave Eleanor yeast infection to check if—

HARRY: "Louis! Are you gonna buy it or not? I'm in pain. I don't have time for this."

LOUIS: "What, too busy scratching your dick?"

HARRY: "Should I call Zayn then?"

LOUIS: "You think I spent the last twenty minutes here for fun? I'm asking someone."

HARRY: "Fine. Get humiliated. I tried to spare you."

LOUIS: "It's a yeast infection, Harry. My reputation will not suffer much."

HARRY: "Whatever."
LOUIS: "I'll see you soon." (hangs up, walks to the counter) "Hello, yeah, I was looking for
Monistat? Something that would treat a yeast infection, please?"

LADY PHARMACIST: "Is it for your girlfriend or yourself?"

LOUIS: "Uh..."

PHARMACIST: "It's nothing to be ashamed about. We just need to know since we prescribe
different treatments for guys and girls."

LOUIS: (coughs) "Um, boy. It's for a boy."

PHARMACIST: (smiles) "Your boyfriend then." (before Louis can correct her) "I'll be right back."

LOUIS: (lingering on his feet, shuffling awkwardly until the woman comes back and hands him a
box) "Thank you."

PHARMACIST: "Are you both circumcised?"

LOUIS: (caught off guard) "Uh..."

PHARMACIST: (waiting patiently) "The head of the pen—"

LOUIS: (frantically, blushing) "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah. I know what that is. Yes."

PHARMACIST: "Yes, you're both circumcised?"

LOUIS: "No."
PHARMACIST: "So you're both not—"

LOUIS: "No! No, we're not. What does this have to do with anything? I don't even have this thing
that he has."

PHARMACIST: "Well, it's more likely to occur in uncircumcised men and you can contract it from
your partner if you're not careful enough." (Louis is shaking his head slowly in disbelief) "I'd
suggest you refrain from any sexual activities for a couple of days..."

LOUIS: (under his breath) "No, you don't...understand..."

PHARMACIST: (continuing without stopping) "Until the rash disappears. Afterwards, you're safe.
It's treatable. So feel free to continue participating in sexual activities." (Louis has turned bright
red) "There is nothing to be ashamed about. It happens to people all the time. It's very common."

LOUIS: "Please, let me just pay for this and not die of mortification here."

PHARMACIST: "Oh, honey, it's quite alright. It's very sweet that you're getting it for your darling."

LOUIS: (mock sobs, places his face on the counter, to himself) "Oh Styles, I'll kill you."

PHARMACIST: "You must be an amazing boyfriend."

LOUIS: "Murder you. Murder you so much."

Scene 3

[Harry - Louis Texting Thread]

[LOUIS] She thought I was your boyfriend?!?!?!?!?!?!!

[HARRY] Cry me a river.

[LOUIS] Your boyfRIEND!

[HARRY] No sympathy.

[LOUIS] STYLES.

[HARRY] Nope. None whatsoever.

Scene 4

[Watching Pixar's "Up", Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 10:35pm, Balloon Boy]

LOUIS: "Let's skip the beginning."

HARRY: "Why?"

LOUIS: "Let's just skip it. Get to the action faster."

HARRY: (pouting) "But I like the beginning."

LOUIS: "So..."

HARRY: "Please?"

LOUIS: "Please, let's not watch it."

HARRY: (frowns) "Why?"

LOUIS: "Please."

HARRY: (worried) "What's wrong?"

LOUIS: "I don't like the beginning."

HARRY: "Why? What's wrong?"

LOUIS: "Nothing...just...I don't like it."

HARRY: (looking at him in silence) "Because—"

LOUIS: (exploding) "Because it's sad, okay? The beginning is sad and it gets me sad."

HARRY: "Oh... Yeah, but it's both. It's sad and happy."

LOUIS: (ranting) "No, it's sad. He finds this one person in the entire world that gets him and that
makes him happy and she dies! What's happy about that? He has nothing now! Nothing! He's all
alone and has no one. He'll never be happy again!"

HARRY: "They were old. They already lived so much of—"

LOUIS: "She leaves him!"

HARRY: "He finds purpose after. He keeps her in his heart but knows that she would want him to
continue changing lives like he changed hers."
LOUIS: (shaking his head, looking down) "I don't like people leaving...I don't like movies about
people leaving."

HARRY: (pulls him into a hug, Louis resists but doesn't push away) "Not all leaving is bad."

LOUIS: (doesn't realize he has gripped Harry's sweatpants in one fist) "All leaving is bad."

HARRY: (softly) "No—"

LOUIS: (yanks away, frazzled) "What are you saying? You wanna leave now? What is this topic?
Is that why you picked this movie?"

HARRY: (cups his face, looks at him in the eye) "You're having a moment. Time-out for a bit.
Count to ten, alright?" (lets go, sits back patiently)

LOUIS: "I'm not—"

HARRY: "Count to ten, please." (Louis opens his mouth to talk, closes it grumpily, glares at the
floor for a full ten seconds while Harry waits) "Do you wanna go pick a movie now?"

LOUIS: "I don't like you babying me."

HARRY: "I'm not. I'm reminding you because you told me it helps. You help me when I panic and I
help you. No one is babying anyone. We're there for each other."

LOUIS: (reluctantly) "It does help." (after a deep breath) "We can watch the movie if you want..."

HARRY: "We can skip the beginning."

LOUIS: "No, we can watch it. I'll just tear up a bit but whatever. You can't say you've never cried
watching it."

HARRY: (smiles at him widely, pushes himself to the head of the bed, taps the space beside him)
"Come. Get comfy. I'll press play."

LOUIS: (hesitates, looks at bed in indecision, bites his lip, slowly crawls himself in between Harry's
legs) "So you can't see my face..." (sits down, leans back on Harry's chest) "Okay, play now,
peasant."

HARRY: (surprise that slowly turns into a smile, teasing) "Okie. Try not to sob too hard."

LOUIS: "Give that pep talk to yourself, loser."

HARRY: (chuckles, places his chin on top of Louis' head, wraps his arms around Louis, sighs
contentedly) "You are a little diva."

Scene 4

[Watching Pixar's "Up", Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 10:47pm, Blue Butterfly]

HARRY: (a few minutes in, towards the end of the sad part, sniffles) "Why did we do this again?"
(Louis is silent at first before slowly turning around and burying his face in Harry's shirt, crying
softly) "Hey, it's okay. Oh, Lou..."

LOUIS: "I hate you."

HARRY: (chuckles, caresses Louis' hair, kisses him once on the head) "I hate me too right now."

LOUIS: (sniffling, mumbled, still latched onto Harry's shirt) "If you leave me, I'll hate you forever."
HARRY: (holds him closer, smiling) "Good thing I won't leave then. Never, remember?"

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QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Favorite part of this chapter perhaps? More to come! I love you
all so much!

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65. Explain

Chapter 65: Explain

Scene 1

[Harp & Celt Irish Pub, Orlando, 2:16am, Do The Alcohol]

LOUIS: (standing up from the booth they're all sitting in) "I think I'm gonna hit the hay, shitheads."

NIALL: "What? But it's early."

HARRY: (sitting down, pained) "Early?"

JOSH: "Bed? What are you, nine? There's stuff to be done, mate. Harry's not even drunk yet. I
have to get this kid drunk or I will literally have no reason to live."

HARRY: (gulps) "I'm tipsy...ish."

SANDY: "It's only two. Where's your stamina, beast mode? What happened to going hard all
night?"

LIAM: "Yeah, Lou-Lou, am I losing my partner in crime?"

LOUIS: (looks at Harry briefly on instinct) "That used to be me but I've settled down now."

LIAM: (laughing, teasing him) "That so? Harry domesticated you?"

HARRY: (embarrassed, looking down) "I didn't...I can do it hard too...I can stay longer..."

JOSH: (taunting) "Yeah, boy. Louis has to go home to his wife nowadays."

SANDY: (smirking) "He has you on a leash then?" (to Harry) "You get mad when he comes home
wasted? He's not all cute anymore?"

HARRY: (strangled, obviously out of his element) "No...It's not like that."

LOUIS: (calm) "You jealous I have someone who cares about me and can make me happy without
feeding me poison?"

LIAM: "We care about you, Loueh."

SANDY: (joking around) "Yeah, Louis, we do. That's why we want you to stay. We care to see you
get laid. You haven't gotten any in months. What's the deal?"

LOUIS: (rolling his eyes) "That makes one of us who gives a shit. Worry about yourselves, boys.
Sandy's about to get hitched and you're not far behind, Josh, so if there's anything that needs
saving, it's your dicks when they find out they'll only have one mungina for the rest of their lives."
(to Harry) "You wanna go, Hazza?"
HARRY: (uncomfortable) "We can stay if they want..."

JOSH: (laughing) "See, Louis, Harry wants to stay. Harry likes us. Harry's a champ."

LOUIS: "Harry has had enough of you all for a night." (ruffles Harry's hair, still standing, waiting for
him to get up) "Don't listen to them, curly. They wish they could go home and sleep."

LIAM: "We can."

HARRY: "Why can't they?"

LOUIS: "Because they have to prove to each other they're still young and strong enough to go all
night."

SANDY: "I can go all night!"

LOUIS: "This is the cool thing to do. They must do the alcohol or no one will think they're cool."
(Harry giggles, relieved, Louis smiles at him) "I'm leaving. I want nachos and bed. You coming?"

HARRY: (under his breath) "Thought you'd never ask and then I'd have to come up with my own
excuse."

LOUIS: (snorts) "You'd have found a dumb one too."

HARRY: "Probably."

JOSH: "Oh, come on, guys! It's the first time we've seen you in weeks! You're more married than
Sandy--We never get any time!"
LOUIS: (quoting, sarcastic) "I've been turned into a cow. Can I leave?"

SANDY: "Huh?"

HARRY: (bursts into laughter) "You may go. Anyone else?"

LOUIS: (grinning) "Have some culture, you embarrassments. You work for Disney." (touches
Harry's back to guide him out) "Glad I can always count on you."

HARRY: (fake whispering) "Am I your Kronk?"

LOUIS: (looks at him, very serious) "Attractive, beefy, dumb... Yeah, I suppose you are." (both
burst into chuckles)

LIAM: (confused) "What?"

NIALL: (to the others) "I swear, they have their own language."

JOSH: "Married, I tell you! Married!

Scene 2

[Bus Station, Orlando, 2:34am, The Zayn & The Harry]

HARRY: (standing around, waiting) "Never have I ever...had a girlfriend."

LOUIS: "That doesn't count. Also, you have, so it's not even truth."
HARRY: (pouts) "Never have I ever had sex with a girl." (smiles proudly)

LOUIS: "You can't say stuff that's targeted towards me. It's like me saying never have I ever
kissed a boy."

HARRY: "Well, you haven't..."

LOUIS: (awkward, coughs) "Right... But it's obviously a cheat because I know you have."

HARRY: "I thought that was the point of the game, to get people out?"

LOUIS: "No, the point is we get to know each other so stop mentioning things you already know
about me. What are you really curious about?"

HARRY: "Okay, never have I ever..." (smirking) "Graduated college."

LOUIS: (groans, giving up) "You're dumb. Never have I ever not graduated college."

HARRY: "That's not even a sentence."

LOUIS: "How would you know? You haven't graduated college."

HARRY: (provoking him) "Never have I ever had vanilla sex."

LOUIS: "That's a lie and you know it."

HARRY: "How would you know?"

LOUIS: "What, you're telling me he never woke up one morning, looked at you all sleepy and
toussled and lazily hugged you to his chest, slipped it in, boom, vanilla as fuck?"

HARRY: (stunned) "Can I have one of that with a side of doggie, please?"

LOUIS: (shoves him away) "Never? Really? You guys were this kinky?"

HARRY: (shrugs) "Sixteen year old me was something you wouldn't wanna touch with a stick and
surgery gloves."

LOUIS: (makes a face, snorts) "Yuck. Jail-bait."

HARRY: (winks) "You know it." (pause) "Never have I ever had sex with underwear on—Oh, wait,
nah, I mean, does lingerie count if it has a hole in it..." (Louis is wide-eyed) "Oh, I mean..."
(blushed) "Get to know each other, right? That's something you didn't know."

LOUIS: (shakes his head) "Did I need to know that though?" (sighs) "Never have I ever done
coke."

HARRY: "Done it."

LOUIS: "LSD."

HARRY: "Yup."

LOUIS: "PCP?"

HARRY: (winces in memory) "Wouldn't recommend it."

LOUIS: "Molly."
HARRY: "I have but so have you so it doesn't count."

LOUIS: "Shrooms?"

HARRY: "Yeah."

LOUIS: "Jesus Christ, heroin?"

HARRY: (hesitates) "...Uh."

LOUIS: "What?! Heroin?! You've done heroin? What the fuck, Harry?"

HARRY: "Once. I did it once. At a random thing. Never again. I just...thought I'd give it a try or
something, for the experience. I do a lot of things for just once, so I know what they feel like."

LOUIS: (freaking out) "Heroin?! You could not live life without knowing what the most dangerous
drug of all felt like?"

HARRY: (small) "I wasn't in a good state of mind, okay? It was once."

LOUIS: "That's even worse—Does Zayn know about this?"

HARRY: (flustered) "No...Neither does Ed. No one in the world knows so if it gets out, I'll know
who spilled the beans."

LOUIS: "Sounds like a threat."

HARRY: "It is. I don't want Zayn to know. I shouldn't have told you either. Now you're judging me.
Now you think I'm some druggie who failed out of school for being dumb and experimenting with
everything. I didn't do most of those when I was in school—And I'm not a druggie. I'm not a fake
either—I can read it in your face. When I said, drugs are bad, I meant it. I don't want anyone to do
drugs. I don't do drugs. I've done some drugs because I needed to, I don't know, I needed to try it
out to not want it—I'm not a bad kid. I've never been a bad kid—I don't...I've changed...I don't..."
(long pause that stretches) "I'm not a druggie..."

LOUIS: (brokenly, forces it out) "Never have I ever kissed a best friend..."

HARRY: (looks away, shakes his head, vexed) "I've kissed Zayn if that's what you're getting at."

LOUIS: (biting his lip) "I already guessed that from the way you look at him..." (awkward) "I
wasn't... That's not why I said it..."

HARRY: "Why then?"

LOUIS: (anxious) "I wanted an opening..." (wringing his sleeves) "To say...uh, to say..."

HARRY: (nods silently, smiles at him sadly) "I get it."

LOUIS: (vulnerable, desperate) "Yeah?"

HARRY: "Yeah. I've been there. I know how it hurts."

LOUIS: "It was bad."

HARRY: "And you don't wanna talk about it."

LOUIS: (nods feverishly) "Please."

HARRY: (walks up to him, hugs Louis to his chest tightly, confesses) "I cheated on Ed because I
was a hundred percent sure I was in love with Zayn and I asked him to give me a chance, one
night to test it out, and because he's Zayn, he did."

LOUIS: (awed) "But he's straight?"

HARRY: "He is. But he told me that nothing matters if you love someone and if I was willing to risk
my stable relationship for a stupid whim, he was willing to risk everything he thought he knew for
that odd chance that it would work out."

LOUIS: (breathless) "And? Why didn't it? If you both tried...?"

HARRY: "Because he's straight and he loves Perrie. That will never change no matter how much
he might want to please me. I'm not gonna force him to live a lie."

LOUIS: "And you?"

HARRY: "I was right all along... And a broken, fucking mess."

LOUIS: "I can imagine..."

HARRY: (dreamily) "I used to think it was one or the other. I either loved Ed or Zayn. That was the
end of it all. I didn't know more." (quiet, kissing Louis in the forehead, lips pressed against his skin
as he speaks) "But I'm starting to think, it has nothing to do with them at all."

LOUIS: (snorts under his breath) "Fuck best friends."

HARRY: (pulls away, still hugging him, raises an eyebrow, amused) "As in, not literally, I'm
assuming..." (Louis realizes, both laugh) "But yeah, best friends suck."

LOUIS: (sighs, serious, confessing as he walks away) "I guess what I'm trying to figure out is if I
was the Zayn of my story or the you..."
***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: This chapter was major, right? But why do you think? What
changed?

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66. Even

EXPLANATION: It seemed like the last bit of the last chapter went a little over people's heads so
let me help. Louis says, "Never have I ever kissed a best friend," which Harry initially thinks is to
bait him into confessing about Zayn, hence Harry's answer. But Louis then admits to it being an
opening to him talking about something. This silent interaction is where some people got lost.
Harry realizes that Louis went through a similar experience (aka feelings / confusion over a best
friend). The opening was for Louis to fess up to lying about never having done it. Harry says, I've
been there (aka Zayn) and then procedes to fill him in on the Zayn backstory. In the end, Louis
admits to not knowing whether in his situation he was the Zayn (confused about being gay and
ending up straight) or the Harry (confused about having feelings and ending up in love). Hope this
helped!

***

Chapter 66: Even

[Cocoa Beach, Orlando, 11:21pm, Ghost Stories]

LOUIS: (grabs the stick that Harry is roasting above the campfire) "You're doing it wrong."

ZAYN: "Alright there, Hermione."

NIALL: "Louis gets very defensive over marshmallow technique."

JOSH: "What's up with Harry's hair again? Is anyone gonna fill me in on that?"

ZAYN: "Louis braided it."

SANDY: (sarcastic) "Of course, he did."

ELEANOR: "No, really. He's getting good now. I've taught him some techniques."

LIAM: "Is this true, Harry? Does your girlfriend do your hair too? I heard she picks your outfits in
the morning."

HARRY: (under his breath, teasing) "Fuck off."

LIAM: (definitely heard it, amused) "What?"

HARRY: (coughing, louder) "I said, yes. Louis does my hair and picks my outfits. What does your
girlfriend do, other than cheat?"

JOSH: (jeering) "Ooh!"

SOPHIA: "The girlfriend is sitting right here, you know."

LIAM: "That was low, Styles, so low even Louis has to bend down to pick it up..."

LOUIS: (sarcastic) "Jokes about my height, so original, so new, so fresh!"

LIAM: "But I guess that's what Harry wants, eh? Louis bent over?"
SANDY: "Ooh! This is getting nuts!"

LIAM: "But wait, there's more--"

SOPHIA: (dry, looking at her nails) "I love that you're more worried about insulting him than
defending me."

LIAM: "Being gay isn't an insult, darling, neither is liking Louis' ass. We all do."

SANDY: "Truth. You'd have to be blind not to."

JOSH: "Even then you could still grope him a little."

HARRY: (sighed, joking) "I wish..." (Sandy and Josh laugh out loud)

LOUIS: "Lo-ve-ly."

LIAM: "See?" (afterthought, shrugging) "Plus, you did cheat. You're good at that."

ELEANOR: "Ooh! Christ, I might drop dead like a koala from all this stress."

SOPHIA: (pushes Liam away, humphs) "Keep doing this and I'll show you how good I am."
(muttered) "Dick."

NIALL: "Tread lightly, soldier. She doesn't have a sense of humor." (Sophia smacks him in the
arm, Niall chuckles) "We kid. It's Disney culture--humiliate the other person publicly to prove you
care. You'll get used to it. Harry did."
HARRY: (grinning) "Or you never get used to it but swallow the pain and cry yourself to sleep later
on. That works too."

ELEANOR: "Retweet."

LOUIS: (ignoring them, trying to guide Harry's hand on the smore) "I wanna do this! You fail.
You're a failure."

HARRY: "No, wait..." (tries pulling it away, Louis doesn't budge) "You have to take it off—"
(marshmallow catches on fire) "See what you did?"

LOUIS: (pulls it, blows it off, marshmallow is crisp and black) "You're supposed to do it this way."

HARRY: "No, you burned it."

LOUIS: "It's better burned." (places it on the cracker carefully) "You don't know anything."

HARRY: (sulking) "Well, I don't like it burned."

LOUIS: "Well, I don't like you."

PERRIE: "They're like children."

HARRY: "Burn yours." (puts a new marshmallow on the stick) "I'll have mine not brunt."

LOUIS: "No." (tries to grab Harry's stick again) "Give me!"

HARRY: (fights back) "Louis, this is my stick!"

ELEANOR: "Yup, children."

NIALL: "Louis, let Harry eat the marshmallow however he wants to."

LOUIS: "He's doing it wrong."

HARRY: (having finally won the stick, points his tongue out) "Go away, attractive person. Let me
eat my pain."

LOUIS: (pushes Harry slightly, marshmallow falls on the fire, burns) "Ha! That's what you get."

ELEANOR: "Louis!"

HARRY: (pushes him back) "Ha!" (to Niall) "Niall, Louis is being mean."

LOUIS: "Harry is being wrong."

ELEANOR: "You're both being kids."

LOUIS: "Shut up, Eleanor. You're not my real mother!"

ELEANOR: "If I were, I'd have hung myself already..."

ZAYN: "If you're going to keep wasting marshmallows then no more for both of you."

HARRY: (gasps, to Louis) "Do you want me to hate you?"

SOPHIA: "Is this how they always get drunk?"

ALL: (collectively) "Yup."

NIALL: "Yes. They regress back to being five. Normally they'd be in onesies by now."

LOUIS: "Good luck trying to get Harry to stay awake past two."

HARRY: "Hey, I sleep when you sleep."

LOUIS: "I sleep because you're asleep."

HARRY: "That's not true. You suggest going to bed first."

LOUIS: "Because otherwise you'll sleep on the floor and I'll have to drag your fat body on the bed."

ALL: "Guys..."

HARRY: "Liar!"

ALL: "Guys..."

LOUIS: "Fatty!"

PERRIE: "How do they not kill each other every night?"

LOUIS: "Harry's just being stubborn to show off."

HARRY: "Louis is being mean because he's..."

LOUIS: (smirking) "Because what, smart-ass?"

HARRY: "Because you're mean!"

LOUIS: (sarcastic) "So smart. Isn't he so smart?" (patting his head ironically) "Smart Harry."

HARRY: (pushes him, Louis falls on his ass) "Go away."

LOUIS: (shocked) "You pushed me..." (screaming) "Niall!"

NIALL: (amused) "Bad Harry."

ZAYN: (rolling his eyes) "Go to the corner, Harry."

PERRIE: "We're outside but good thinking. One day you'll make a good father and—"

ZAYN: "We're not having a baby, Perrie."

PERRIE: (pouts) "But Zayn Jr. With big eyes and little nails."

ZAYN: "No."

LOUIS: (mock crying, laying on the grass, having a tantrum) "I am hurt now. You hurt me! I hate
you! You pushed me!"

HARRY: (crawling on all fours towards him) "Oh no..." (slumps on top of him in an awkward hug)
"I'm sorry..."
LOUIS: "Get off. You're fat. Stop eating Chipotle."

HARRY: (giggling) "Not until you forgive me."

JOSH: "Wow. Just wow."

SANDY: "You have yet to see them playing King's cup."

LIAM: "I love that game! Let's play. Let's play. I always end up kissing random places playing that
game."

SOPHIA: "That so...?"

LIAM: (sheepish, scratching his neck) "I mean..."

NIALL: "Yeah, buddy..." (catches Sophia's eyes) "He means..." (gulping) "I'll be over here where
couples aren't fighting..." (moves next to Sandy and Josh)

SOPHIA: "What do you kiss exactly?"

SANDY: "Strange places!"

JOSH: "Sandy's ass for example."

SOPHIA: "You kissed his ass and then my face?!"

LIAM: "Well..."

SANDY: "Hey, he kisses your vagina...what makes you think that's cleaner than my ass?"
(wincing) "Should not have said that."

JOSH: "Yikes. Is there a way to retweet without it being public?"

NIALL: "I'll be over here where people aren't about to be slaughtered." (moves next to Zayn)
"Hey."

ZAYN: "Hey."

NIALL: "Pregnant yet?"

LIAM: "In his defense..." (Sophia turns to him appalled, Liam coughs) "Nothing. Nothing can be
said in his defense." (coughs) "Let's play King's cup!"

SANDY: "Playing King's cup with those two is like asking for your cards to be ripped to pieces.
Last time they couldn't decide on what six was—"

LOUIS: (screaming) "Six dicks! Guys drink."

HARRY: "No, six chicks."

ELEANOR: (nodding) "Six chicks."

HARRY: "Ha!"

JOSH: "Six is actually Captain Dickhead. Jack is guys. Queen is girls."

NIALL: (shaking his head) "Let's not start this debate. It never ends."
LIAM: "I thought Jack was make a rule?"

NIALL: (exasperated) "Never—"

SANDY: "That's six!"

NIALL: (sighing) "Ends..."

ELEANOR: "Harry, will you help us with something?"

HARRY: "Huh?" (sits up, crawls back to the bonfire) "What?"

PERRIE: "Well, we were debating a very important issue."

ZAYN: "I can't wait to hear this one. Unless it's about babies, then I can wait about nine more
years."

PERRIE: "Nine?!"

HARRY: "What issue?"

LOUIS: (whiny) "Harry!" (sulky) "Come back, you traitor! I'm not done being squished to death."

ELEANOR: "Who is the most attractive boy of the bunch, Harry? See, we girls can't decide but
having a boy's opinion might help."

LOUIS: (suddenly very interested in the conversation, walks himself back, slumps next to Harry,
half on his lap, Harry shuffles to accommodate him instinctually, without thinking twice) "How
important. The pressing issues of Eleanor's middle school brain. Next let's play seven minutes in
heaven so Eleanor can touch some peen."
ELEANOR: "Let's. Seven would be quite enough for Louis. He'd get in two rounds!"

LIAM: "Wait, wait! As much as I care about how quickly Louis cums, I'm way more interested in
this other, more pressing concern. Who is the most attractive, Harry? PS, the right answer is me."

ZAYN: (dry) "Spoiler alert."

SANDY: "More like plot twist, I didn't see that coming."

LIAM: (smacks him) "Away, jealous beast."

JOSH: (sipping on his beer, to Harry) "I'd think twice about this, Harry. Whose Instagram do you
usually stalk? Because that should be the answer right there."

LIAM: "No one gives a shit about your selfies, Josh. No one."

HARRY: "I do..." (people turn towards him, Harry can barely hold back his smirk) "When I'm in bed
with one hand down the sheets..."

ALL: "Oh! Yuck!"

LOUIS: (pinches Harry's leg until Harry winces) "Don't be gross."

HARRY: (chuckles, hugging him one-handedly) "Don't be jelly."

NIALL: (before Louis can reply, cuts in) "Pick, Harry, pick. I can't handle this suspense."

HARRY: "Uh...Well...I feel like I should say me—" (everyone bursts out laughing) "No, no, no. Not
like that. But if I say me, I'm not offending anyone. It's the safe answer."

PERRIE: "You can't pick yourself!"

ELEANOR: "Yeah, that's cheating. It has to be someone else."

HARRY: "You didn't specify this in the rules."

SOPHIA: "It was an asterix. Everyone knows that."

ZAYN: (texting Liam) "Make sure he picks you."

LIAM: (texting Zayn) "Why?"

ZAYN: (texting Liam) "$100, Louis will flip the hell out. He's already pissy."

LIAM: (texting Zayn) "You're on." (out loud) "So, Harry..." (smiles at him flirtatiously) "Who is the
most attractive?"

HARRY: "Let me think. Let me think..."

LOUIS: (scrunches the plastic cup he's holding but keeps his eyes on the floor) "Any more beer?"

HARRY: "I'd like some of that too."

ELEANOR: "Answer the question first!"

HARRY: "Now, you're putting me on the spot."

LIAM: (standing up suddenly) "I think he needs help. You need help? He needs help. He needs to
be reminded of things." (takes off his t-shirt, the girls coo, Josh wolf-whistles) "Right, Harry?" (rubs
his abdomen, trailing his fingers down his happy trail to lower the waistband of his shorts enough
for the top of his crotch hair to be out) "Feel free to take it on a test-drive anytime, darling."

SOPHIA: (growled) "Liam James Payne."

HARRY: (shell-shocked, eyeing him) "Uh... It what exactly? Because I'm not shy about these
things..."

ZAYN: (mock shock, imitating Sophia) "Harry Edward Styles!"

NIALL: (drinking beer from his cup, mumbles around it) "Someone will die tonight..."

JOSH: "Yeah, buddy. Look at those washboard abs. Pick him already, Styles, put us out of our
misery."

ELEANOR: "That's manly right there. Hot sex."

SOPHIA: "Excuse me?"

ELEANOR: (almost like she had forgotten) "Uh, I was just...uh, making light of the situation..."
(squeaks) "Sorry..."

HARRY: (flushed) "I don't think any of this is necessary, not that I don't appreciate the visuals."
(grinning) "But I was gonna pick you anyway—"

LOUIS: (suddenly, interjecting loudly) "Well, if we're all showing off our assets to bribe the judge..."
(stands next to Liam but facing away from Harry, drops down his pants so that his tight, black
boxers are showing and stretched around his butt when he bends to lower his jeans) "I'm the
master of underhanded victories, don't try to outdo me, Payne."
ELEANOR: (hollering, collapsing on her back dramatically) "Oh my god, what is this life?"

PERRIE: "Koalanor has dropped dead from stress."

SANDY: (to Liam) "You have been taught a lesson, boy. Sit your ass down and worship the
master." (high-fives Louis) "Good man. Good man. Had my money on you from the start."

NIALL: (raised eyebrows, stressed) "This situation is changing so fast, I'm getting whiplash..."

PERRIE: (eyes going from Harry to Louis) "Tell me about it."

HARRY: (red in the face, flustered) "Jesus Christ." (snaps his eyes down after having ogled Louis'
behind for a good thirty seconds) "I think we should stop with this before things get really hard,
pun very much intended..."

LOUIS: (pulls his pants up smugly, walks back to Harry, slumps down again) "He has a boner. I
win. My cup is empty. What else is new?" (looks around with a smirk, Harry is completely flushed
and embarrassed, the rest are gaping) "Oh, come on, of course, he'd have picked me? Are you
really that surprised?"

HARRY: (mumbled through his teeth) "Accurate. But I am going to add the aside that I don't have
a boner..."

LOUIS: "Prove it. Stand up."

HARRY: (palms his face while the group voices encouragements, reluctantly, blushing) "I have the
chubs."

LOUIS: (bursts out laughing in surprise) "Still on the fence then?"

HARRY: (peeking one eye out of his fingers) "Another look wouldn't hurt?"

LOUIS: (more laughing, smacking him in the head) "Why do I feel like you only pretended to pick
Liam first?"

HARRY: (shrugs, winks at him) "You give me too much credit."

=================

67. Earthquake (TM26)

Chapter 67: Earthquake (TM26)

Scene 1

[Cocoa Beach, Orlando, 3:21am, When It Comes to Types, Fighting Beats Normal]

LOUIS: (sitting on the sand, feet getting wet by the waves) "Where you really going to say Liam?"

HARRY: (beside him, leaning back on his hands, both barefoot) "Hmm?"

LOUIS: "When Eleanor asked, about who's the most attractive?" (makes shape in the sand with
his finger) "Was it really gonna be Liam?"

HARRY: (shrugs) "He's attractive."

LOUIS: (bites his lip, nods jerkily) "Right, yeah. You've always liked him..."
HARRY: (chuckles) "I like how he looks. And he's fun to hang out with. A bit inappropriate but I
appreciate that he doesn't treat me differently just because I'm gay. He pokes at me the same way
he makes fun of you guys. I like that." (catching the look on Louis' face) "That doesn't mean I'm
crushing on him." (gathers some sand between his legs in a mound) "Besides, Sophia would kill
me. She almost killed Sandy today." (softer) "I shouldn't have said that about her...I feel bad. She
wasn't having a good time and I... I just feel bad. This is why I don't drink."

LOUIS: (snort) "I was proud of you." (Harry nudges him with his shoulder) "I was! You were
smooth and funny—Who would have thought!" (Harry rolls his eyes) "Still, you should sleep with
an eye open tonight."

HARRY: "Why are we not asleep?"

LOUIS: "Do you wanna go back?"

HARRY: "Nah..." (comfortable) "I think we're both trying to prove to ourselves that the other goes
to sleep earlier." (laughs shortly) "But I love this too, the beach. We don't get to come here often.
It's so nice to be outside."

LOUIS: "The water's warm."

HARRY: "Are you suggesting we swim?"

LOUIS: "We could always go skinny-dipping. Oh god, this is suddenly a trashy, commercial
romance."

HARRY: (amused) "No skinny-dipping unless you want a repeat of earlier this night."

LOUIS: "Did you really get the chubs?"

HARRY: (shrugs, semi-uncomfortable) "You have a nice ass. I'd be lying if I said I never sneak
glances."
LOUIS: (smug) "So yes?"

HARRY: "You didn't want me to? I mean, what did you expect, pulling that trick? I'm not a Saint.
Like you, I'm a guy. I was horny and drunk. You'd have gotten one if Eleanor had flashed her
behind." (Louis doesn't respond, frowning in thought, Harry falters somewhat) "Right?"

LOUIS: (unconvincing) "Right. I mean, I don't know. It's not that exciting with her. I've seen her like
that before so..." (shrugs) "Gets stale, I suppose. I'd get stale too if you saw me all the time."

HARRY: "I don't agree."

LOUIS: (rolling his eyes) "I'm flattered."

HARRY: "No, really, I don't agree. If you find someone attractive, if they're your type and you can't
help checking them out, if someone is that enticing to you, they never get stale. First time, twenty-
first time, they always have that same effect. You never get used to the idea of having them
because you're always in that state of bliss and disbelief at the sheer privilege of being able to
touch them intimately and see them so vulnerable."

LOUIS: (pleased, smirking) "Is that how you feel about my bum?"

HARRY: (catches himself, blushes, coughs) "I mean...I was thinking of a hypothetical situation
of—of nothing too specific. What it'd be like to have a hook-up buddy, like you and Eleanor..."

LOUIS: "I said that if you saw me all the time, you'd get bored and you said no." (Harry flushes
further) "Then you offered that explanation..."

HARRY: (caught, flustered) "I think you're uh, extremely..." (opens, closes his mouth, struggles)

LOUIS: "Extremely what?"

HARRY: "Extremely my type..."

LOUIS: "I thought you liked Liam."

HARRY: "I think Liam's attractive in a way most can agree. You are especially attractive to me.
You're my type."

LOUIS: (giddy) "What's that type? I thought you liked red-heads."

HARRY: "Ha. Well, Ed wasn't necessarily my type looks-wise."

LOUIS: "Then why did you date him?"

HARRY: "Because I loved lots of things about him. He was my best friend. So I almost fell for him
gradually, learned to appreciate everything else, the whole package. Looks aren't that important
when you already know someone. They're a first signal of sorts. But no relationship will last solely
on being pretty. It's superficial, means nothing in the long run."

LOUIS: (nods) "So I might be your type but you wouldn't necessarily date me because I'd be a
sucky boyfriend?"

HARRY: (evading) "You'd be a straight, sucky boyfriend so horrible really." (chuckling, changing
topics) "What's your type? I'd guess independent girls who can take a joke."

LOUIS: "Don't know...Haven't put much thought in it."

HARRY: "How come?"

LOUIS: "I don't date. I've had one girlfriend. Back in high school, long time ago. And that was a
relationship of convenience. We were both in need of it as a status thing. I wasn't all too happy
with her. But then again I wasn't happy much in high school. Ever since we broke up, it's always
been one-night stand after one-night stand with a few hook up buddies sprinkled here and there. I
don't need a type to hook up. When I'm drunk, I don't even need standards." (chuckles in self-pity)
"It doesn't matter much. Whoever'll have me..." (shrugs) "It's kinda gross to think about..."

HARRY: (gentle)"...I wouldn't know. Never done it. It can't be that bad."(looks at the sea) "For me,
it's been one relationship, that's it. I haven't even kissed anyone else..." (blushing) "Well, other
than Zayn, but that's special. That doesn't count. It's like a special, perfect night I had once
randomly out of the blue. Not real life."

LOUIS: (unconvinced) "Uh-huh... Would you sleep with him again?"

HARRY: "...Yeah. Not gonna lie. No use lying. I'm single right now and he's attractive and he's off-
limits and we've already established I have no morals so...I would probably. Out of desperation.
Then I'd feel extremely guilty, go into self-punishing mode. Break again, cry a lot, hate him for...
whatever the reason he slept with me was." (snorts) "I'm pathetic."

LOUIS: "We're both pathetic."(after some silence)"How did you find out you were gay?"

HARRY: "I don't remember. As in I don't remember a specific moment of epiphany." (snorts) "Zayn
probably. We're childhood friends and at some point, it started to be a little more gray-area on my
side. I noticed all these things about him. I guess that's when I wondered what it'd be like with a
guy? Not necessarily him but any guy. When I came out to him, I was shaking all over. I had a
panic attack of sorts. I have some of those when I'm scared. I was scared to lose him."

LOUIS: (frantic, almost panicked) "What happened after?"

HARRY: "He hugged me. He told me we'd figure it out. That he'd protect me." (smiles) "He thought
I was scared of the bullying that was to come. It didn't even cross his mind that I would think he
would reject me because it didn't cross his mind to reject me. He's so gentle with me—My mom
used to say that he spoiled me, ruined all odds of me finding someone better. She's not wrong in a
way. Depends on what you call better."
LOUIS: (whispered) "Lucky..."

HARRY: "I am. I'm extremely lucky to have him. The one constant in my life. He's always watched
out for me."

LOUIS: (withdrawn) "What does it feel like...to be in a relationship, like what do you feel towards
these people you'd date?"

HARRY: "Warmth. Comfort. Safety. You wanna be around them. You feel at ease—it's easy to be
yourself. They make you happy. You wake up and smile because they're the first thought in your
mind. They understand you. It's an addicting feeling. No wonder it's followed by despair and
depression when the break up hits. It's like having heaven for a split second and then it being
ripped away violently."

LOUIS: (blurts)"You're amazing, you should know that."

HARRY: (surprised, thinking Louis is joking) "Huh?"

LOUIS: (looking at the sand) "I tease you a lot and call you a loser but I want you to know that I
think you're a really good person." (hugs his knees to his chest) "For what it's worth, I think Ed
made a mistake."

HARRY: (touched, emotional) "You don't even know why we broke up... I cheated!"

LOUIS: "It doesn't matter. He made a mistake to let you go. He'll have a tough time finding
someone like you again."

HARRY: (blinks the wetness out of his eyes, snorts) "Wow, we have really turned into a crappy,
teenage movie."

LOUIS: (laughing) "Yeah, yeah we have. Blame my drunk self. I get all sentimental and wanna talk
in sentences that would sound good narrated as exposition in the ending scenes of some
romance."

HARRY: (smiles genuinely, looking at Louis) "Thank you, for saying that. It made my night."

LOUIS: "Not me flashing my bum?"

HARRY: "That's a close second."

LOUIS: (laying on the sand, looking at the sky, wondering out loud) "It'd be easy to date you."

HARRY: (head cocked sideways) "What do you mean?"

LOUIS: "You don't get fussy. You don't nag. You take things well. You're easy to date."

HARRY: (nervous)"I don't think Ed would agree with you there."

LOUIS: "Ed maybe didn't have the balls."

HARRY: (chuckling) "Maybe." (biting his lip, risking it) "And you do?"

LOUIS: (looks at him sideways, silent, just staring intensely) "Clearly not." (back to looking at the
sky) "I'm too much of a coward when it comes to these things. We have already established that."

HARRY: (laying beside him, also on his back) "Not all heroes are made in a day. I should know."

LOUIS: (rolling his eyes, huge smile on his face) "You're gonna milk that hero card until you're on
your deathbed."

HARRY: "Psh, please. Heroes never die. Heroes become immortal."

Scene 2

[Cocoa Beach, Orlando, 4:51am, TM45 - Attract]

HARRY: (both laying by the beach)"Louis." (shaking him slightly) "Hey, sleepy-head."

LOUIS: (half-asleep)"Mhmm..."

HARRY: "Let's get to the tent, love."

LOUIS: (shaking his head, mumbled) "No..." (wriggles, smiling) "But call me 'love' again."

HARRY: (chuckling) "Come on. It'll be more comfortable. You can fall back asleep in three
seconds. Come, love."

LOUIS: "I wanna stay here."

HARRY: "I'll carry you if you just sit up for me. PS, you slept first but who's counting? Me, I am, but
yeah."

LOUIS: (opens his eyes, squints) "Let's sleep right here, next to the beach." (touches his hand)
"Please?"

HARRY: (thinks about it) "Right here, in the sand? With crabs and who knows what?"

LOUIS: "And you."

HARRY: (sighs) "I'll go get us a blanket." (further away) "This is a bad idea."
LOUIS: (smiles, snuggles back in the sand) "Come back."

HARRY: (runs to the camp where several tents are set up, grabs a blanket from one of the bags,
runs back) "We'll be sore tomorrow, that's for sure." (sits down, flings open the blanket, covers
both of their torsos but leaves their legs exposed so the blanket won't get wet) "We'll have sand up
our nostrils."

LOUIS: (without opening his eyes, grabs Harry's shirt, pulls him down) "Stop whining."

HARRY: (lays next to him) "I'll see you tomorrow for lunch if the sun doesn't wake us up."

LOUIS: (snuggles closer to him, cheek on Harry's chest, pulls the blanket over their heads) "Or a
beached whale squishes us under its weight."

HARRY: (chuckles warmly) "Or that."

LOUIS: (mid-yawn, sleepy) "See you tomorrow, loser."

HARRY: (minutes later, Harry's still awake, running his hands through Louis' hair, whispers) "I
think you're very special, Lou. I'm starting to really like you in a bad way...In that crying way..."
(lower) "I wish I could do something about it..."

Scene 3

[Cocoa Beach, Orlando, 9:21am, TM07 - Horn Drill]

LIAM: (having spotted Louis and Harry, still asleep under the blanket, next to the beach)"They're
here. They're here."
NIALL: (walks to him, stretching)"You found them?"

LIAM: "Yeah, they haven't died. Or if they have we have the bodies."

ELEANOR: (runs over to stand next to them) "Are they sleeping?"

LIAM: (lowers his voice) "Looks like it. They would pass out half-wet."

NIALL: "I don't think it was accidental."

ELEANOR: "Should we wake them up for breakfast?"

NIALL: (kneels down, pulls the blanket back) "Louis?"

LOUIS: (still on Harry's chest, squirms, frowning at the light, whining) "Go die..."

NIALL: (pretending to be disappointed) "He's alive...Yippee."

HARRY: (yawns, moves his hand to rest on Louis' eyes, shield him) "Give us another hour?"

LOUIS: (calmed, burying his face further in Harry's shirt) "Or four."

ELEANOR: "They're so cute though! Can I seat here and watch?"

LIAM: "We should drag them in the water! Or cover them in sand."

NIALL: "Liam, leave before Louis punches your eyeballs out of your ass. I'm surprised he hasn't
yet."
HARRY: (soft chuckle, eyes closed) "Compromise at two hours." (pulls the blanket back on top of
them)

ELEANOR: (walking away) "They were cuddling."

LIAM: "Yup."

ELEANOR: "Don't you think that's strange?"

LIAM: "Nah, Louis crashes over at Harry's a lot so I assume it's become somewhat of a routine."

ELEANOR: "What is going on there?"

NIALL: (shrugs) "They're friends. They have this weird bond that only they understand. They're
somehow always on the same page. It's really interesting to see."

LIAM: "That meltdown brought them together, huh?"

NIALL: "I have no idea. But let sleeping dogs lie. If Louis is going to figure anything out, it'll be
when he's ready. No use pushing agendas. We just have to wait and be supportive whatever
happens."

LIAM: "What's the worse that can happen?"

NIALL: "Zayn kills him."

ELEANOR: "Is that really a bad thing though?"

NIALL: "Eleanor."
ELEANOR: "I mean, really...?"

=================

68. Evolve

Chapter 68: Evolve

[Black Chapel Tattoo Studio, Orlando, 4:30pm, Crotch Tattoos]

DAN: (behind the main counter, Louis in front of him standing) "I've always known you were a
bit..." (Louis raises his eyebrows in questioning) "You know..." (looks pointedly at Harry, who's in
the other room, getting a tattoo) "Free-spirited..."

LOUIS: (realizing) "Oh..." (smiling, unbothered) "No, no, I'm not. He's a close friend."

DAN: "But he is...right?"

LOUIS: "Yeah, he is." (teasing) "Why, you want him now? I thought we had something here. You
cheating on me already?"

DAN: (laughing) "Nah, I only have eyes for the boy's whose every part of the body I've seen."

LOUIS: "I was drunk for the crotch tattoo so I suppose that shouldn't count."

DAN: "Saw it nonetheless, didn't I?" (Louis laughs) "No, I was thinking of a friend of mine who's
gay. Nick—Do you know Nick? Have I introduced you? Well, he came out recently and he's
into...whatever your friend seems to be into."
LOUIS: "Which is what?"

DAN: "Dicks to start with."

LOUIS: "Anything else?"

DAN: "Music."

LOUIS: (exaggerating in sarcasm) "My god. Soul-mates!'

DAN: (rolls his eyes) "I thought it'd be nice to get him to meet people. He just moved here and
Harry seems nice enough. Show him around, stuff like that."

LOUIS: "You wanna set Haz up on a blind date? I'll let you know he doesn't do well with
strangers—or anyone that's not me really."

DAN: (shrugs) "Who knows? They might like each other. Let him know. Maybe he'll be interested."
(Louis frowns without noticing) "Doesn't have to be a blind date. They could just chill—We could all
chill together if he doesn't feel comfortable one on one. They can meet and if they hit it off, who
knows, get friendly."

LOUIS: (nods sarcastically) "Get friendly, yes, yes...Is that code for butt-sex?"

DAN: "Oh, don't be a dad. Who'll say 'no' to getting action?"

LOUIS: "He will."

DAN: "You mean you will for him."

LOUIS: (defensive) "If I have to then I just might."

DAN: "You'll ask him though? Let him make the decision? It doesn't cost much to ask."

LOUIS: "Sure, sure. But don't get your hopes up. Like I said, he's shy."

DAN: "He didn't seem it. Maybe it's time for him to fly out the nest, mother hen."

LOUIS: "Hens don't fly, nor does anything that hens birth so that simile is confused. And so are
you. He is shy—the shyest. He doesn't know what to do with himself eighty-seven percent of the
time. He gets intimidated. He needs me to calm him down. I don't want him stressed for no
reason."

DAN: "Is this Luke number three? Have you adopted a third child? Speaking of Luke, is he dating
anyone?"

LOUIS: "Man, stop being a predator. He's a child. He doesn't date. Especially not your tatted,
degenerate, bad boy friends."

DAN: "Dad, stop, dad, please."

LOUIS: (gives him his middle finger) "I will if you stop playing match-maker. You suck at it."

DAN: "You didn't like Julia?"

LOUIS: "She scared me! And she wanted to shove a dildo up my ass."

DAN: (laughing, leaning on the table) "And you were not into that?"

LOUIS: (loud) "No! Not at all... Especially not with someone who doesn't have one."
HARRY: (entering the room, palming his bandaged arm, smiling) "Have a what?"

DAN: "A dick."

HARRY: "Are we talking about Louis?"

LOUIS: (turning towards him) "Ha-ha. Very funny, Harold. Never mind him. He's an idiot. How did
it go?"

HARRY: "It was fine. Used to it by now. Tickles." (shows him his arm) "You like it?" (looks up at
him with hopeful eyes) "It's good?"

LOUIS: (gently touches his arm, looks at it closer) "It's cool." (smiles) "Did it hurt much?"
(caressing on top the wrapping instinctually with his thumb) "Are you hurting?"

HARRY: (half shrug, not pulling his arm away) "Nah, but I missed you towards the end..." (pouty)
"You left me to hang out with your other, more important friends."

LOUIS: (chuckles) "If you knew what I was doing you'd thank me. I was saving your life."

HARRY: "That so?"

DAN: "By keeping you to himself forever."

HARRY: (laughs, before Louis can interject) "I don't mind that. I'm fine being with him for as long
as he'll have me." (Louis blushes instinctively) "I gotta go pay but I'll be back soon." (on his way,
turns around) "We'll get McDo?"

DAN: (eyes twinkling in amusement) "McDo?"

LOUIS: "It's the way the french say it. He likes being faux french and I put up with it so he'll take
me to Paris."

DAN: (grinning) "You are so dating him."

LOUIS: "I'm not. You think I would have brought him here if I were. You'd all have humiliated me."

DAN: "But he's so everything I'd imagine you'd go for, pretty face, heavily tattooed, tall enough to
hug you at night, very well-dressed, can put up with your sass..."

LOUIS: "By that definition I should be dating you too. Oh wait, you said pretty face, never mind."

DAN: (sarcastic) "I'm insulted."

LOUIS: "He's also a boy, you missed that part. There's that small issue of me being straight, you
know, not attracted to boys."

DAN: (rolls his eyes) "Sexuality is fluid."

LOUIS: "Why does everyone keep saying that?"

DAN: "Because it is. It's never set in stone and it changes when you stop worrying over what's
right and wrong. Hell, there's people attracted to chairs, I mean..."

LOUIS: "That's weird. I don't know how that would even...come to fruition."

HARRY: (skipping in, pouncing on Louis, sing-song) "I'm ba-ack! Fries time."
LOUIS: (doesn't push him away) "Do me a favor and tell Dan here we're not dating."

HARRY: (mock shock, joking) "We're not?! But we do the sex. Are you using me just for the sex?
Oh, Lou-ee!"

DAN: (bursting into laughter) "I love him!"

LOUIS: (shoves Harry away) "Fine, be like that. Utterly betrayed."

HARRY: (smiling, to Dan) "We're not. Louis likes them with boobies and even though I have twice
the amount of those any woman has, he doesn't like me like that."

DAN: "You have four tits?"

HARRY: "I have four tits. I'm like a goat-human hybrid. It's a special power really."

DAN: "Do show."

LOUIS: (holds Harry's shirt down as he's about to raise it) "Let's not. I'd like to leave this place with
his dignity."

DAN: "Not yours though?"

LOUIS: (dragging Harry out the door by his shirt) "Well, you took mine so what can you do about
that?"

DAN: (chuckles) "Come back soon, guys. I have a feeling Styles isn't done vandalizing his arm."
(afterthought) "Oh and Lou, Sandy, Josh, Nick and I are going surfing next weekend. You coming
or what?"
HARRY: (excited, raises his hand) "Oooh, can I come? Invite me too!"

LOUIS: "Do you know how to surf?"

DAN: "'Course you can. I figured Louis didn't go anywhere without you."

HARRY: (pouty) "He does go places sometimes and leaves me all alone—"

LOUIS: "O-kay then, attention whore, I think that was a rhetorical question. Say bye now."

HARRY: "Bye Dan. See you naked when we're surfing." (exaggerated wink) "I'll be naked too..."
(Louis yanking him further, Harry chuckles) "In my yellow short shorts." (nodding proudly) "You'll
like them...I'll be tanning my thighs."

DAN: (laughing) "Can't wait, pretty boy."

LOUIS: (grumbling under his breath) "You used to be shy ugh, why did I ever teach you stuff, Mr.
banana boy shorts... Tanning your thighs—ha—I'll tan your face with my balls..."

HARRY: "What?"

LOUIS: "Nothing. Nothing."

HARRY: (turning around to walk beside Louis finally) "I like him.

DAN: (shouting from the inside) "Harry, ask Louis about his crotch tattoo!"

HARRY: (head flips around so fast his neck cracks) "You have a crotch tattoo?! I want a crotch
tattoo!"
LOUIS: (not amused) "I'll kill him. One of these days, he'll fall off his surfboard and perhaps get
eaten by a shark, or me."

HARRY: "Yes, but that crotch tattoo...Am I getting the tour or what?"

LOUIS: (shoves him away, Harry stumbles, chuckling) "I'd be careful there, Styles. Stick your head
out a little further and it might just get chopped off."

HARRY: "Next time I'll get a crotch tattoo!"

LOUIS: (groans) "Why do I bring you places?"

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: THE GHOST OF NICK LINGERS NEAR... (EVIL CACKLE). Any
guesses?

=================

69. Ebola

NOTE: Dan would be Dan Richards because he's their band member and that would make sense.
Nick is Nick Grimshaw because he's Harry's sort of crush and that also would make sense.

***

Chapter 69: Ebola

Scene 1
[Harry - Louis Texting Thread]

[LOUIS] I'm in the bathroom.

[HARRY] Cool.

[LOUIS] Girls bathroom.

[HARRY] Why???

[LOUIS] Got confused.

[LOUIS] Then trapped.

[LOUIS] Help.

[HARRY] LOL!!! Get out?

[LOUIS] Can't. Females have invaded the main area.

[LOUIS] PS: Girls poop too. :O

[HARRY] :O

[LOUIS] One made a poop joke.

[HARRY] :O
[LOUIS] I can't shit until these girls stop doing their make-up. I'll be stuck here for eternity.
Entertain me.

[HARRY] How?

[LOUIS] Dik pik.

[HARRY] In the current circumstances, it'd be easier for you to do that...

[LOUIS] How is that entertaining for me?

[HARRY] :O

[LOUIS] Stop with that smiley.

[HARRY] No, before it was shock, now it's my mouth is ready.

[HARRY] ;)

[HARRY] ;O

[LOUIS] AHAHA! You wish, jerk-off.

[HARRY] ;(

[HARRY] (upset smiley)

[LOUIS] :———

[LOUIS] (soft dick smiley)

[HARRY] That's soft? I call bull.

[HARRY] Live pic to confirm pls.

[LOUIS] :—————

[HARRY] ???

[LOUIS] Sorry, was thinking of your mouth.

[HARRY] :3

[HARRY] :—————————————

[HARRY] soft.

[LOUIS] Alright then.

[HARRY] Don't hate the playa, hate the game.

[LOUIS] :—

[LOUIS] It shrunk in response to that.

[HARRY] :O

[LOUIS] :———

[HARRY] :O :P

[LOUIS] :————

[HARRY] :O :P :#

[LOUIS] :—? :—————? :——?

[LOUIS] It's confused.

[HARRY] ( . ) ( . )

[LOUIS] More like

[LOUIS] (.) (.) (.) (.)

[HARRY] You're mean and I hate you.

***

[LOUIS] Perrie has dragged me to the Disney baby store.

[LOUIS] Help.
[HARRY] Can't. You're an accomplice now.

[LOUIS] I'm holding shirts for her.

[LOUIS] I have guilt.

[LOUIS] Wait, she's looking

[LOUIS] She's on to me.

[LOUIS] Goodbye world.

[HARRY] You brought this on yourself.

[LOUIS] Cold, Styles, cold.

***

[HARRY] What did the donkey say to the duck?

[LOUIS] What?

[HARRY] I don't know. I thought you were gonna stop me before the punchline.

[LOUIS] ...

[LOUIS] >menu
[LOUIS] >options

[LOUIS] >kill

[LOUIS] >self

[HARRY] >menu >options >suck >genitalia >mine >immediately

[LOUIS] >menu >options >kill >self >again >repeatedly

[HARRY] >menu >options >get >life

[LOUIS] (system too busy trying to perform the previous command)

[HARRY] >force quit

[LOUIS] >accept >defeat

[LOUIS] >grudgingly

[HARRY] >accept >victory

[HARRY] >not gracefully

***

[LOUIS] WHERE ARE YOU??? ITS SUFFOCATING I DONT HAVE TIME FOR THIS SHIT!!1!
[HARRY] Coming! Coming!

[LOUIS] RUN!

[HARRY] Can't. Bathroom.

[LOUIS] Shitting?

[HARRY] Maybe.

[LOUIS] I AHTE YOU FUK

[HARRY] I'll speed up?

[LOUIS] !!!!!!!!!!

[HARRY] I'll speed up. See you soon.

***

[LOUIS] Let's play guess who said this stupid thing?

[HARRY] Okay.

[LOUIS] "So a cat's tail is like its dick?"

[HARRY] Liam.
[LOUIS] "What about female cats?"

[HARRY] Niall.

[LOUIS] "Female cats have tits."

[HARRY] Zayn. Though he probably said 'nips'. He doesn't say 'tits'.

[LOUIS] "So do boys!"

[HARRY] Liam again.

[LOUIS] "Tits or dick tails?"

[HARRY] Eleanor.

[LOUIS] WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD AT THIS MOFO???

[HARRY] I know, it frightens me too.

***

[LOUIS] Send me a pic of my badge? It's on the coffee table.

[HARRY] Why?

[LOUIS] Simon.
[HARRY] Here. (see attachment)

[LOUIS] What is this?

[HARRY] ???

[HARRY] OMG!

[HARRY] NO.

[LOUIS] :)

[HARRY] NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

[LOUIS] Nice abs.

[HARRY] NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

[LOUIS] Why the red boxers though? The green ones are better.

[HARRY] STOP NO STOP

[LOUIS] Send me that badge and we'll discuss this later.

[HARRY] Please forget this ever happened.

[LOUIS] Not a chance in hell, young lady. Is this what you do when I'm not home? You're
grounded.
[HARRY] I wasn't going to send it to anyone!!!

[LOUIS] Slut.

[HARRY] I was just showing Gemma where I wanted the tattoo!

[LOUIS] You sext your sister? That's just vile.

[HARRY] KILL ME!

[LOUIS] No.

[LOUIS] But I will tell Liam.

[LOUIS] So you're finished.

[HARRY] JUST DONT SEND IT TO ANYONE. PLS?? PLS!!!

[LOUIS] No worries.

[HARRY] Promise?

[LOUIS] Only if you promise not to send it to anyone. Ever.

[HARRY] Promise.

[LOUIS] Then it's safe with me.

***

[LOUIS] I have contracted Ebola.

[HARRY] Not this again.

[LOUIS] I am certain.

[HARRY] Louis, you have the flue. You should have gotten the vaccine when I told you.

[LOUIS] THERE IS NO VACCINE FOR EBOLA.

[HARRY] Good thing you don't have it then.

[LOUIS] I'M DYING.

[HARRY] Watch a movie.

[LOUIS] I'm going to cuddle in your bed so you get Ebola too.

[HARRY] Or do that. That's fine too.

[LOUIS] Then you'll understand!

[HARRY] I got the vaccine so unlike you I'm safe. Drink lots of water. Stay warm. I'll bring you
soup. xx

[LOUIS] Eat shit xx

***

[LOUIS] Remember that time you got a yeast infection? Yeah, I do too. That was fun.

[HARRY] NO.

[LOUIS] Had to buy you mungina cream...

[HARRY] What do you want?

[LOUIS] Pizza.

[HARRY] sigh.

[HARRY] Toppings?

[LOUIS] Half cheese, half pepperoni.

[HARRY] Any more requests?

[LOUIS] Pepsi.

[HARRY] Ok.

[LOUIS] And lava cakes.

[HARRY] You're pushing it.

[LOUIS] All the little yeast stuck in between your head and your foreskin...

[HARRY] How many?

[LOUIS] Two.

[HARRY] I hate you.

[LOUIS] :*

***

[LOUIS] Someone broke into your apartment.

[HARRY] WHAT?????????

[LOUIS] Sorry.

[HARRY] WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

[LOUIS] Everything is stolen.

[HARRY] Everything?!

[LOUIS] Okay, no, nothing is but I did break the blender.

[HARRY] LOUIS!
[LOUIS] Compared to everything being stolen I'd think that is minor.

[HARRY] My stuff isn't stolen though, right?

[LOUIS] No, but the blender is broken.

[HARRY] Why didn't you just say that in the first place?

[LOUIS] I was preparing you.

[HARRY] By telling me I lost everything?!

[LOUIS] Yes, so now you're happy it was just the blender.

[HARRY] I'm not happy.

[LOUIS] Well, you should be because it could have been everything.

[HARRY] Go buy a blender.

[LOUIS] How much of an order is this?

[HARRY] 9.5/10

[LOUIS] Fine.

[LOUIS] Only because I like morning smoothies.

[LOUIS] And feel guilty about breaking the toaster as well.

[HARRY] LOUIS!

[LOUIS] In my defense, you never use it. And I broke it three weeks ago. More evidence that you
don't use it.

[HARRY] LOUIS!!!!!!!!!

[LOUIS] I'll buy a toaster too I guess.

[LOUIS] Though you never use it.

[HARRY] Anything else you've destroyed?

[LOUIS] Your pussy.

[HARRY] You wish.

[LOUIS] No, I'd rather put my dick in the toaster.

[HARRY] Is that how it broke now?

[LOUIS] ;)

***
[LOUIS] So I didn't buy a blender but I did buy a really good dog bed.

[HARRY] We don't have a dog.

[LOUIS] That's true.

[HARRY] Why do we need a dog bed?

[LOUIS] It looked so big and comfy.

[HARRY] .....

[LOUIS] Fine! I'll return it.

[LOUIS] THIS IS WHY WE NEVER HAVE NICE THINGS.

[HARRY] Get that blender while you're there.

[LOUIS] Can I just get a dog to go with the dog bed?

[HARRY] No.

[LOUIS] Is that your final answer?

[HARRY] Yes.

[LOUIS] Yes, I can get a dog. Okay. Cool.

[HARRY] No, you can't get a dog. Yes, that is my final answer. Go buy a blender.

[HARRY] Actually, I don't even trust you. Just keep the dog bed. I'll get the blender.

[LOUIS] Okie.

[HARRY] You can sleep in it when you're bad.

[LOUIS] Okie.

[HARRY] That's why you bought it in the first place, isn't it?

[LOUIS] I can sit on it while playing video games. But a dog would be nice too.

[HARRY] One puppy is more than enough.

[LOUIS] What's that supposed to mean?

[LOUIS] Harry???

[LOUIS] Don't ignore me!

[LOUIS] Harry?

[HARRY] Woof, woof. :)

Scene 2
[Harry - Eleanor Texting Thread]

[ELEANOR] Don't freak out.

[ELEANOR] I have to tell you something.

[ELEANOR] Are you with Zayn?

[ELEANOR] Where are you?

[HARRY] At work. Why?

[ELEANOR] Is Zayn around?

[HARRY] No. Haven't seen him today.

[HARRY] What's happening?

[HARRY] Why do you need him?

[ELEANOR] Okay. Don't freak out. Don't do anything crazy. Promise me.

[HARRY] ??????

[ELEANOR] Your room is on fire.

[HARRY] WHAT?!
[HARRY] Is this a joke?

[HARRY] Is this Lou?

[HARRY] Did he break the blender again?

[ELEANOR] No, it's not a joke, Harry. Your room caught on fire. The entire hotel has been
evacuated. We're standing outside.

[HARRY] What?!

[HARRY] Is everyone okay?

[HARRY] Is Lou with you?

[ELEANOR] Haven't seen him.

[ELEANOR] Did he have today off?

[HARRY] YES.

[HARRY] JESUS CHRIST FIND HIM!

[HARRY] PLEASE!

[ELEANOR] Don't freak out, I said.

[HARRY] ELEANOR!
[HARRY] My baby might be dead and you want me to NOT freak out?!?!?!?!?!??!!?

[HARRY] I'm coming home.

[ELEANOR] He's not here.

[ELEANOR] I don't see him? He might be out somewhere?

[HARRY] I'm literally about to lose my mind right now.

[HARRY] Keep me posted.

[HARRY] I'll see you soon.

[HARRY] Please, find him!

END OF THIRD SAGA

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: What is this Saga's theme? (If you've already commented in the
last one, don't again, I've read it!)

=================

70. Endangered [SAGA 4]

THE QUEEN OF HEARTS FIXED

Chapter 70: Endangered

[Parking Lot, Walt Disney Hotel, Orlando, 2:21pm, Liar, Liar, Pants of Fire!]

HARRY: (walking towards the ambulances, talking to Eleanor who's with another group of people)
"Why do bad things happen to good people?"

ELEANOR: "Louis doesn't classify as good—"

HARRY: "Eleanor!" (shakes his head, charges forward a little faster while she consoles families)

POLICEMAN: (intercepting him) "Family only, please."

HARRY: "I am family."

POLICEMAN: "Whose family?"

HARRY: "The room's family. That was my room. My room caught on fire. I think I'm the most
relevant person here. My room is on fire!"

POLICEMAN: "Yes, sir, we know. We just want everyone to keep calm—"

HARRY: "Look, sir-policeman-important-person, I understand. I'm thankful. Very. But I need to

make sure the human contents of my room aren't dead."

POLICEMAN: "What?"

HARRY: (panicky) "My best friend might be dead and if he is, I'll kill you."
POLICEMAN: "Sir, please calm down."

HARRY: "Don't tell me to calm down. My room is on fire—I had important stuff in that room—like
my best friend—and my signed 'Fall Out Boy' poster. Is anybody dead?!"

POLICEMAN: (exasperated) "You will be if you don't start breathing anytime soon..."

HARRY: "Who's dead?!"

POLICEMAN: "No one's dead. Everyone has been evacuated. Calm down—"

HARRY: (hand through his hair, stressed) "Please, move aside. I need to find my friend."

LOUIS: (amused, walking behind the policeman) "Man, you do not handle pressure well at all."

HARRY: "Louis!"

LOUIS: "Hi."

HARRY: (in disbelief) "Hi?! Hi?"

LOUIS: (cheeky) "Hello?"

HARRY: (furious) "You little bastard! How dare you do this to me? How many times are you
almost going to die in places where I could be incriminated?"

LOUIS: (amused) "Technically, the first time, you almost killed me."
POLICEMAN: "Killed you?"

LOUIS: "He punched me in the face."

HARRY: (clarifying slowly) "I did not kill him."

LOUIS: "Obviously."

HARRY: "I did punch him in the face—" (noticing the look on the policeman's face, closes his
mouth) "A little." (quickly) "Because he pretended to mug me."

POLICEMAN: "Mug you?"

LOUIS: (dying of silent laughter) "Dear god, Styles."

HARRY: "Yes, mug me, or stab me. He pretended to—it's not important."

POLICEMAN: "Uh-huh..."

HARRY: "It's private. I'm pleading the fourth."

POLICEMAN: "Personal property cannot be searched without a warrant?"

LOUIS: (laughing out loud) "I'm dying. Oxygen, nurse, I can't breathe!"

HARRY: (flushed) "Yes, that one. And all the other ones too."

POLICEMAN: (amused at this point) "Your level of panic is at a nine. I need you to be at like a
two."

HARRY: "I need you to not be in between me and the person I will go to jail for killing."

POLICEMAN: "We have to clear him first. He might have breathed in some fumes."

HARRY: (panics all over again) "Oh my god—"

LOUIS: "You don't even know what that means, moron..."

HARRY: "Shut up, Louis. You're dying."

LOUIS: "I'm not dying..."

HARRY: "Can I just see him? Closely. Inspect him closely. For death. Or fumes."

POLICEMAN: "Only family."

LOUIS: "Let him come. He's my wife."

HARRY: (serious, huffy) "I'm his wife."

POLICEMAN: (pause, moving aside reluctantly, to Harry) "I'm watching you, karate boy."

HARRY: "I did not punch him. I flailed my arms in the direction of his face. Bought him mozzarella
sticks right after. Lord, people can't repent for their sins these days..."

LOUIS: (grabbing his arm, amused) "Come on, idiot."

HARRY: (turns towards him, loud) "You set my room on fire?!"

LOUIS: "Okay, calm down..."

HARRY: (screechy) "Calm—"

LOUIS: "I was making you cupcakes!"

HARRY: "Huh?"

LOUIS: (pouty, cute) "I was being nice...I didn't break anything..." (to himself) "Well, aside from
that whole fire thing but I mean...the blender is still alive!"

HARRY: "You—you—you—Ugh!" (grabs him, hugs him tightly) "Don't do this again." (kisses Louis'
hair) "This wasn't funny. I was terrified."

LOUIS: (hugging back) "Why? It's just a room. What were you hiding in there, meth?"

POLICEMAN: "I'm watching you, I said."

LOUIS: (chuckling) "Joke, joke. We only grow weed. We're organic like that."

HARRY: (pulls away, cups Louis' face) "You were there, Lou. I could have lost you."

LOUIS: (caught off guard) "Oh...well...I'm fine." (Harry exhales, shaking his head, Louis smiles) "If
it's any consolation, I had good intentions."

HARRY: (relieved snort) "Yeah, I bet." (hugs him again) "I don't think giving me a heart attack
classifies under 'good'."
LOUIS: "You were this worried?"

HARRY: (incredulous) "You were dead for all I knew. Driving here I was preparing my eulogy and
it started with, 'I wish he was alive so I could kill him myself.'"

LOUIS: "Hazel would be proud."

HARRY: "Don't joke. My heart's in my throat."

LOUIS: (pulls away) "I wasn't going to die. I'm like a cat. Nine lives." (grabs Harry's hand, puts in
on his own head) "Now pet me, I was so scared and almost brunt. Meow."

HARRY: (pets his hair lightly) "Kitten was bad today. Only dry food for kitten now. No more
cooking."(pointing to the backpack on Louis' shoulders) "What's that?"

LOUIS: "A bag."

HARRY: "No, shit, Louis."

LOUIS: "Of your importants."

HARRY: "What?"

LOUIS: "Passport, credit cards, laptop, shit like that. I grabbed your Packers hoodie too because I
liked it. The green goes well with my eyes, no?"

HARRY: (confused) "Your eyes are blue..."

LOUIS: "Yeah, no shit, Harry." (rolls his eyes) "I thought if I'm gonna be burning your house down,
I might as well have something to bribe you with so you don't hate me."

HARRY: "I'd never hate you—"

LOUIS: "You say that now because you know your porn collection still lives in this laptop I have—"

HARRY: "Wait, wait, let me get this straight—"

LOUIS: (under his breath) "Unlike your porn collection..."

HARRY: "Louis!" (distracted) "You've gone through my porn collection? Never mind, we'll talk
about this later..." (Louis smirks) "The house was burning down and you were packing my stuff?"

LOUIS: "Yes. Quickly. I was running and packing. The alarm was driving me insane so I wanted to
get out of there asap. I'm a very efficient packer—We should go on vacation. How's the
Caribbean?"

HARRY: "Are you insane?!"

LOUIS: "Or not the Caribbean then. Fine. Be like that, peasant. We could go home?"

HARRY: "Louis!"

LOUIS: "Your home, I mean. Take me home to mother."

HARRY: "You could have died!"

LOUIS: "I wasn't going to die. I just thought, well, this shit's on fire, nothing to do about that. Let's
problem solve other things."
HARRY: "Nothing to—nothing to—Fire extinguisher—Louis!"

LOUIS: (smiling) "Oh come on, I'm alive. I thought we went over this. Moved on." (smirking,
rummaging around in the bag) "Besides, if I hadn't done it, how would I have ever known you look
like this in your passport?" (pulls out the passport, flips it to the photo page) "Ey! Who's this
hotshot?"

HARRY: (rolling his eyes) "I was sixteen and thought I could—" (Louis starts laughing) "Shut up.
This is about you."

LOUIS: (whistles) "Jail bait. Is this how you looked when Ed fell for you?" (Harry lunges to steal
the passport from him, Louis evades, laughing) "Because I can see the appeal." (another attempt,
another escape) "I mean it's so froggy..."

HARRY: "Louis!"

LOUIS: "As in you'd have to be froggy and daring to risk being with—"

HARRY: (flushed) "Give it back."

LOUIS: "—A prepubescent boy." (Harry finally grabs the passport from him, Louis descends into
chuckles) "Harry Styles: born to break hearts."

HARRY: (grumbled as he folds the passport closed, pouting) "I'll break your face if you keep
making fun of me..."

POLICEMAN: "What was that?"

HARRY: "I was kidding! He's making fun of me!"

LOUIS: (laughing) "Harry wants to punch me in the face again. Please, help."

HARRY: "Gives me a stroke, a blood aneurysm and then makes fun of me. It's so you, you know?"

LOUIS: (grinning) "Well, I am me, unfortunately." (starts walking towards Harry's car) "Let's go."

HARRY: (follows) "Go where?"

LOUIS: "I'll buy you mozzarella sticks."

HARRY: "You can't buy my forgiveness."

LOUIS: "I'll let you touch my ass while eating them."

HARRY: "You are forgiven."

LOUIS: "Them means the sticks, not the ass."

HARRY: "Geez, how many sticks do you have?"

LOUIS: (stops walking) "You know what, can I go back to the fire? I need to throw myself in it so I
don't have to hear these lame jokes..." (Harry nudges him so he stumbles) "And these lame flirts
you throw my way when you think I'm not paying attention..."

HARRY: (eyes wide, mock insulted) "You offer me your ass but I'm the one flirting?" (snorts) "Huh!
The nerve on this little boy."

LOUIS: "So you don't want my ass?"

HARRY: "Well, if it's free. I have this personal rule—Always take free samples on the street."

LOUIS: (stunned) "I hate so many things about you... Like so many. I can't even list them all.
There's just that many."

HARRY: "I see that you're stalling for time by repeating the same phrase. Have I left you
comeback-less, oh mighty, sass queen?"

=================

71. Literally

Chapter 71: Literally

Scene 1

[Calvin Klein, Premium Outlets Orlando, 4:21pm, Whore Virgin]

HARRY: (just having come out of the changing room) "So?"

GUY EMPLOYEE: (standing beside Louis, staring at Harry with a smile on his face) "That looks
good. It hugs you nicely. Maybe a size smaller in the shirt...so it's tighter—"

LOUIS: (turns towards him) "Excuse me, but who are you again?"

EMPLOYEE: "I work here. I help--"

LOUIS: (short) "We don't need your assistance as of right now."

EMPLOYEE: "Oh. I was just—"

LOUIS: "We can handle it fine ourselves, thank you."

EMPLOYEE: "I didn't mean to..." (gulping, looking at Harry) "Offend."

HARRY: "I'll uh go change to the next..." (notices Louis is too focused on the guy) "Okay, I'll be...in
here..." (goes back in the room)

EMPLOYEE: "Honestly, I meant nothing—"

LOUIS: "Shoo."

EMPLOYEE: "I didn't mean to disrespect. I didn't—I should have guessed but I didn't think you
guys were, you know?"

LOUIS: "Well, we are. And you're pissing me off so if you could stop eyeing him, I'd be more
willing to buy these clothes for him."

EMPLOYEE: "Of course, I'm sorry. So sorry. Of course, I will be...tell me if you need anything
else." (walks away awkwardly)

HARRY: (oblivious) "What do you think of this one, Lou?" (comes out wearing a mesh, black
button down) "Is it too much?"

LOUIS: (smirking) "It's good. Looks fancy."

HARRY: "You don't think it's too..." (looks at himself, pokes at the visible outline of the butterfly)
"Risqué?"
LOUIS: "It is but it looks expensive. You look like a rockstar. Plus, I think we should do black and
white outfits next time we go clubbing."

HARRY: "You wanna match?"

LOUIS: "Not boy band match. More like stylish, red carpet kind of thing. I'll dress you. You won't
have a chance to ruin it."

HARRY: (chuckling) "I should get it then?"

LOUIS: "You should unbutton two more buttons too..."

HARRY: "Yeah?" (does as told, chest exposed) "Now it's really risqué..." (Louis is too busy staring
at his pecs) "Louis?"

LOUIS: "Huh?" (flushed) "It looks good."

HARRY: "Where did that guy go?"

LOUIS: "Which guy?"

HARRY: "The employee person...he seemed to know—"

LOUIS: "He was a shmuck. He'd probably tell you you looked good in anything you try."

HARRY: (cheeky) "Don't I?"

LOUIS: (rolls his eyes) "He wants to sell stuff."

HARRY: (under his breath, fixing the collar, looking at himself in the mirror) "And himself..."

LOUIS: "Hmm?"

HARRY: (goes back in the room, talking louder so Louis can hear) "I'm gonna go ahead and guess
his number will be on the receipt."

LOUIS: "Does that happen often?"

HARRY: "All the time..."

LOUIS: (trying hard to be casual, failing, sounding jealous as hell) "Do you call any of them?"

HARRY: "No."

LOUIS: (clutches the clothes he's holding tighter) "I don't think it will happen this time."

HARRY: "Let's place a bet."

LOUIS: "Sure."

HARRY: "Whoever wins gets to pay for Skyrim."

LOUIS: "You sure your wallet can handle that?"

HARRY: "Cocky. It's almost like you know something I don't."

LOUIS: "Let's say I'm always a step ahead." (Harry comes out in jeans and a t-shirt) "Ready to
lose?"

HARRY: (at the counter, smiling) "This is all, thank you."

EMPLOYEE: (guy smiles back, giving Louis a quick glance) "Sure, I'll scan everything...together?"

LOUIS: (a little forcefully) "Yes. Together."

EMPLOYEE: (rolls his eyes, scanning everything while the two wait silently) "Total is $67.50.
Card, cash?"

LOUIS: (grabs Harry's elbow to stop him from looking into his bag) "I got it. You'll get the other
thing." (pulls out his card) "I swipe?"

EMPLOYEE: (dry) "That would be how cards work, yes."

LOUIS: (smiles in anger) "That so? They should have you teaching instead of working retail."

HARRY: (smirks, bites his lip to stop laughing) "I'll wait outside. I want a bag of Haribos."

LOUIS: (still glaring at the guy who's fooling around with the receipt) "Go pick 'em out." (Harry
leaves, shaking his head, to the guy) "You're almost done there, mate?"

EMPLOYEE: (plastic smile) "Done. I'll put the receipt in the bag."

LOUIS: (grabs the bag violently) "I don't think so." (rummaging through it) "I was going to double-
check everything." (picks up the receipt, looks at it, notices the guy's number next to a smiley face
below the price, bites his lip) "Sir..." (drops his bag on the floor, mock confused voice) "Could you
perhaps show me how we got to this price?" (slams the receipt on the desk, points at the number,
not the total) "If you don't mind."
EMPLOYEE: (smarted) "If he's really your boyfriend, you don't have to be so insecure."

LOUIS: (pissed finally, voice low, threatening) "Look here, you little shit, don't you fucking play
games with me after I've given you fair warning." (picks up the receipt, puts it close to his mouth,
spits on it vulgarly, crumbles it in his hand, throws it on the table again) "Next time, we'll solve this
outside. And I'll be spitting on your face instead."

EMPLOYEE: (stunned, gaping) "Wow..."

LOUIS: "That's what I thought." (picks up the bag, stomps out of the shop, fuming) "Good day."
(under his breath) "Fucking home wrecker."

HARRY: (waiting outside with a smile, nibbling on Haribo snake) "Want one?"

LOUIS: (shoves the bag in his hands) "Hope you like all you got because there will be no chance
of returning those." (grabs Harry's hand, drags him away)

HARRY: (stumbling behind him, grinning) "So...Skyrim's on you then?"

LOUIS: (snappy) "I hate you."

Scene 2

[Gates, Walt Disney World in Florida, 3:23pm, Milked Virgin]

ELEANOR: (on the phone) "But he's not your boyfriend..."

LOUIS: (pacing, cigarette in hand) "It's a matter of principle, Eleanor. The bitch thought he could
mock me in front of my boyfriend."
ELEANOR: "But he's not your boyfriend..."

LOUIS: "What does it matter what he is? The guy didn't know that! For all he knew, Harry was my
boy and he went for it either way because he was Satan and he needed to be punished. Now he
won't go doing that with others. I've saved people really. I'm a hero."

ELEANOR: "I'm pretty sure, he did know you were lying. If you were together, there'd be a lot
more PDA. People in relationships look at each other differently. You're just pissed the guy called
you out on your bluff."

LOUIS: "I'm pissed you're not taking my side after I paid for his clothes, Skyrim and the movie. I
might as well be his boyfriend with the way he's milking me dry."

ELEANOR: (exasperated) "That's what we've all been saying, Louis..."

LOUIS: (ignoring her) "He held my hand too!"

ELEANOR: "Let's be honest here, you held his hand because you were pissed and possessive."

LOUIS: (speechless) "Ugh, you're all...ugh! Bye. Die. Never calling you again, home-wrecker-
punk-lover."

Scene 3

[Liam's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 6:41pm, Hand Virgin]

LOUIS: (after chugging some beer, looking at the TV) "A couple of days ago..."

LIAM: "Yeah..."
LOUIS: "He..."

LIAM: "...He...?"

LOUIS: (nervous) "He...he...Harry...he..."

LIAM: "Okay, that would be the noun of the sentence. Onwards."

LOUIS: "Yo, shut your mouth, you prick."

LIAM: (laughing) "Ah, when it's about insulting me your tongue is sharper than ever, I see."

LOUIS: "I'm doing this, this thing where I tell you things, okay?"

LIAM: "Okay. I recognize that. This is the telling part now..."

LOUIS: "I know. I'm trying to get there..."

LIAM: "Okay, very long opening."

LOUIS: "Liam, please, can you be more of a supportive fuck right now?"

LIAM: "Telling part, remember? Not insulting Liam part. We all know you're brilliant at the latter."

LOUIS: "Yeah, so, we were in the village and I was a little mad, you could say—You know how I
get..." (sheepishly) "When Harry's involved."

LIAM: "So you were blowing a fuse."

LOUIS: "Something along those lines. He was flirting with the waiter and I was pissed about there
being ice in my water when I specifically asked for no ice. And I don't know. I was just pissed."

LIAM: (amused) "Ice in your water, sure... Then what happened?"

LOUIS: (struggling) "Harry...did...something."

LIAM: "Harry did something? That's your attempt at telling me things? Really?"

LOUIS: (blushing, completely embarrassed) "Something that confused me."

LIAM: "Oh boy, this is one of those."

LOUIS: "Be serious. I'm trying to open up. The thing, remember?"

LIAM: "Sorry. Go on. Do the thing."

LOUIS: "I don't want to anymore."

LIAM: "C'mon, Louis. Don't be a princess. Tell me. What's bothering you?"

LOUIS: "He..." (red in the face) "Sorta held my hand...a little."

LIAM: "And you punched him? Oh boy, are you on the run? Is the police looking for you?"

LOUIS: "No. I didn't punch him."

LIAM: "Right in the nose? Like decked him well? There was blood on the floor—"

LOUIS: "I just said I didn't—"

LIAM: "He dropped dead. You had to drag the body outside. Are you asking me if I can provide an
alibi because if yes, we could pretend we were having sex that night..."

LOUIS: "What?"

LIAM: "Very believable."

LOUIS: "What are you talking about? I didn't punch him."

LIAM: "So what, you did nothing?"

LOUIS: "Yes."

LIAM: (overreacting, jumping on his feet) "How dare you! Dishonor on you! Dishonor on your cow!"
(grabs Louis' hand, mock serious) "A man made a move on your pure and innocent flesh by
grasping your virgin hand and you, you wench." (drops Louis' hand) "Just let it stay there. You
just—Oh, scandalous!" (mock angry) "But I was promised your hand virginity!"

LOUIS: (silence) "Uh, sure..." (Liam sits back down) "So, I thought, this isn't like a big deal, right?"

LIAM: "Do you want me to hold your hand so we can examine it further."

LOUIS: "Liam, stop being a cock."

LIAM: (stretches his hand) "My hand is ready for this mission."
LOUIS: (rolling his eyes) "Ass. See this, this is why we don't braid each other's hair and have
sleepovers."

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: What hellish fine line is Louis walking with Harry?

=================

72. Like

BIRTHDAY BABY: @KnivesorPens, happy birthday, lovely! Here's another one, just for you!
Sending love to both you and your girlfriend!

DANE DEHAAN: If Confessions were to be a movie or anything not involving 1D, Dane Dehaan is
who I imagine Louis would look like. He's such a good Louis, innit? Oh, and Louis would be called
Aleksei (Lex).

***

Chapter 72: Like

[Splash Mountain, Walt Disney World in Florida, 4:13pm, Standards]

LOUIS: "How did you know you were gay?"

LUKE: "What?"

LOUIS: "When you first discovered you liked dudes... How was that experience?"
LUKE: "Well, let me tell you. A fairy appeared from nothing and I thought oh my god, they exist.
Ashton must really be Peter Pan. She approached me and I tried to catch her. Is that you
Tinkerbell, I called. But upon closer inspection, the fairy was a chubby, tiny man in glitter and
green tights. Tinkerballs, he corrected. Then he threw some glitter at me and said, you gay now,
faggit. And disappeared in a cloud of unicorn orgasms. I stood there, slowly floating towards the
ceiling and got a massive boner made of rainbows and Beyonce. I knew then I had to be
gay—been gay ever since."

LOUIS: (blinking unimpressed) "Are you done now? I'm being serious."

LUKE: "Who cares how I found out?"

LOUIS: "I care. Clearly. That's why I'm asking."

LUKE: "Sudden. That's how it was. A bit too sudden."

LOUIS: (gulping) "Like you weren't born gay?"

LUKE: "I was born gay. No matter what life I led I'd have ended up gay. But when you notice can
change from person to person. Most kids aren't sexual at first. I mean, I thought I liked girls
because every boy liked girls around me. And sure I was fascinated by them."

LOUIS: "Did you ever get aroused by girls? Like watching porn?"

LUKE: "Yeah, I jacked off to straight porn all the time."

LOUIS: "But...how?"

LUKE: "I got aroused by the idea of sex. I looked at these two people doing the dirty and found it
hot. I wasn't entirely focused on the gender. I think lots of people are like that."
LOUIS: "So when did you notice?"

LUKE: "Quite honestly when we hit high school and Ashton decided to keep his hair long and a
particular growth spurt hit him so hard..." (winks) "Almost as hard as I wanted to hit on him after
it."

LOUIS: "You would sleep with Ashton?"

LUKE: (nods) "I'd fuck the shit out of Ashton in every possible position on any counter-space
available for hours until my ass feels like jello."

LOUIS: "Jesus Christ."

LUKE: "But I don't think that's weird. When you're gay and have a best dude friend, it's easy to get
attracted to them. It's like your and Eleanor's relationship. You're better as friends but can't help
hooking up."

LOUIS: "I don't like Eleanor like that."

LUKE: "But there's sexual tension."

LOUIS: "She has a vagina."

LUKE: (makes a face) "Yeah, it's kind of like that...except less objectifying and more human."

LOUIS: "Like?"

LUKE: "Like I think he's incredible and we happen to vibe really well."
LOUIS: "So all gays want to bed their best friends?"

LUKE: "That would be a gross generalization."

LOUIS: "But you said—"

LUKE: "I'm one person—one gay, as you put it—to say a hundred percent of us can't keep it in our
pants is like saying all straight men wanna sleep with all straight women around them—which is
sort of true because heteros are desperate. But, not us. We have standards."

LOUIS: "Do you wanna bed me?"

LUKE: "I just said we have standards, Louis."

LOUIS: (smacks him) "Be serious, dammit."

LUKE: "No. No offense and really, this conversation is taking the turn for the extremely...curious,
but I don't wanna bed you... If that's okay with you."

LOUIS: "Luke."

LUKE: (amused, barely holding in his giggles) "You get so flustered, it's hilarious."

LOUIS: "But I'm cool."

LUKE: "Yes, very."

LOUIS: "And we vibe well."

LUKE: "Yes, but it's not like a checklist, Louis. It's not like my default state is fall in love with males
around me. Do I sometimes stare at your ass? Yes, I do...extensively. Like a lot. Like a good
portion of my day involves staring at your ass. That still does not mean I wanna get near it."

LOUIS: "Even more hilarious than you thinking you'd top is..." (pretend thinks) "Wait, nothing. You
thinking you'd top!"

LUKE: (laughing) "I'm a bottom mostly. I don't do hard labor, unlike your best friend who squats at
the gym just to build thigh muscle."

LOUIS: "What?"

LUKE: "You don't wanna know but I'll tell you anyway. Harry—"

LOUIS: "Nope, nope, nope, nope!" (waves him off) "Don't give me visuals."

LUKE: "Like I was saying, sleeping with you would be like sleeping with my father." (shudders)
"Not the right kind of daddy. Sorry, but like Harry says, only Liam is daddy."

LOUIS: "What?"

LUKE: "Inside joke that is not so inside anymore since all the Disney princesses found out and
now Liam is asking everyone what this daddy thing is."

LOUIS: "What is this daddy thing?"

LUKE: "It's a gay thing. Think of it as a prototype gay. Come to think of it straight men can be
daddy too but it's mostly slang in gay culture. Daddies are big, buff, dom men who take care of
you and look like they'll spank you in bed—ask Harry, he's the one with the filthy mind."
LOUIS: (bitter) "Harry thinks Liam is any of those things?" (unnecessarily hostile) "That's fucking
dumb and ridiculous."

LUKE: (caught off guard) "Chill... It's a joke. Harry knows Liam's a teddy bear. It's precisely why it's
funny. Liam gives a first impression he could never hold up after you meet him."

LOUIS: "So this Harry liking Liam thing is real?"

LUKE: (chuckles) "Nah, Harry, like all men and women in this world, thinks Liam's attractive."

LOUIS: "You think Liam's attractive?"

LUKE: "Yeah. He is. He's boy next door attractive."

LOUIS: "You'd sleep with him?"

LUKE: (sighs deeply) "No, Louis, again that's not how it works. Man, it's like you're a twelve year
old virgin. Have you never checked out girls before? Do you really think about nailing all of them
on first sight? Some people are just attractive."

LOUIS: (blurts) "I think Harry's very attractive."

LUKE: "That's true. He is."

LOUIS: (small, guilty) "I don't know what thinking that makes me?"

LUKE: (touching his hand, encouraging) "Human. You're allowed to have an opinion. You don't
have to say 'no homo' for everyone to realize you're not going to bang Harry Styles."

LOUIS: "Does he wanna bang me?"

LUKE: "Oh for shit's sake, Louis. Just because he's gay—"

LOUIS: "No, I get it. I get it. Not everyone wants everyone. I get it. But it's different with him...I
think."

LUKE: (shrugs) "So what if he does wanna do something? What does it matter?"

LOUIS: "You said you see Ashton that way though he's your best friend and I was thinking, I'm
sorta like his best friend..."

LUKE: "You've moved into the best friend category now?"

LOUIS: "Well, we get along well and get each other almost immediately. And he takes care of me
and vice versa. I don't know. We do lots of stuff I consider close, best friend stuff."

LUKE: "I was kidding. You don't have to formally apply to use the label."

LOUIS: "I'm just asking if it's awkward between you and Ash now, ever since you discovered you
like him."

LUKE: "Nah. I don't devote my attention to Ashton because I know it's useless. If he was gay, I'd
ask him out, yes. But he's not. So I'm just happy to be around him. I look for other people. Just
because Harry's your best friend doesn't mean he'll get stuck on you. He'll find someone else."

LOUIS: (fidgeting) "What if I don't want him to do that?"

LUKE: "Huh?"

LOUIS: "What if that bothers me, the thought of him with other people... What does that mean?"
LUKE: (biting his lip, less sure) "Nothing... You're protective—possessive. It takes a while for
friends to accept each other's significant others."

LOUIS: "I don't want him dating people. Saying that hurts. We went shopping last weekend and a
guy was hitting on him and I just about went on a rampage."

LUKE: (whistles) "Wow, talk about jealous."

LOUIS: "I was."

LUKE: "You think?"

LOUIS: "I know...I don't know. I know I was angry. I know I don't want him liking other people,
whatever that means."

LUKE: (shrugs, wary) "You'll have to ease off a little. I think you will, with time. Once you get closer
you won't feel the need to hover over him as much."

LOUIS: (frustrated) "I don't think you're getting it."

LUKE: "Getting what exactly?"

LOUIS: "I don't think this will fade. I'm jealous of everyone he hangs out with, everyone, Eleanor,
Liam, Zayn, his freaking ex who literally haunts me by being perfect and accepting my friend
request on Facebook—Literally the guy is perfect. I would know. I stalk every single social media
of his I can. I have a shirt with his face on it—Why? Because I've lost my mind."

LUKE: "That's weird. I don't even... That's just weird so I'll skip that track." (shakes his head) "If
you're jealous of everyone, it's not a guy thing. It's a friend thing. You wanna monopolize him
because you feel like others might take him away."
LOUIS: "I suppose."

LUKE: "Why are you so worried?"

LOUIS: "I'm not. I'm just confused. He confuses me. And now having to talk about it with others
makes it even worse."

LUKE: "Don't overthink it too much. If you like hanging out with him, do that. Who knows what
comes next? There's no damage in chilling."

LOUIS: (regretful) "There is damage if I have to avoid him again."

LUKE: "And why would you need to do that?"

LOUIS: "Because I don't think I can handle him liking me... And I definitely can't handle him liking
other people, so guaranteed explosion, really."

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: I told you Louis would be Dane. Who would Harry be? Think out
of the box! PS: Harry's original name is Caden (CayCay).

=================

73. Lady

Chapter 73: Lady

Scene 1

[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, Orlando, 7:14pm, Queen]

LOUIS: (shoving the door of the room open, sing song) "Harry Moron Styles, why are you not
coming to the movies with me?"

HARRY: (winces at the noise, looks at the door) "I told you I had an errand to-"

LOUIS: (stomps towards him) "What errand?"

HARRY: (looks at the screen of his laptop then at Louis, nervous) "I'm talking to my mom."

LOUIS: (skips over, looks at the laptop, screechy) "Hey Anne!"

ANNE: "Hi, Louis."

LOUIS: (turns towards Harry, exaggerated) "Anne knows my name." (grabbing his shoulders) "She
knows who I am!"

HARRY: (amused) "Did you have raw sugar again?"

LOUIS: (slumps on Harry's lap, facing the laptop) "Anne, I need you to love me like I love you."

ANNE: (chuckling) "Already done."

HARRY: (wraps his arms around Louis' waist) "Stop seducing my mother."

ANNE: (teasing) "Also, already done."

HARRY: "Mom!"

LOUIS: (bouncy with excitement) "How did you know my name?"

ANNE: "Harry talks about you all the time, dear."

LOUIS: (smirking, turning towards Harry) "Oh really?"

HARRY: (blushing deeply, looking down) "That's not true, mom."

ANNE: "Not true? Then how do we know he only eats bananas if you cut them in pieces since he
feels awkward otherwise."

HARRY: "Mom-!"

ANNE: "-And that he takes baths once a week on Wednesdays and showers every night instead
of every morning?"

LOUIS: "That's pretty specific." (grinning) "Borderline stalkerish."

HARRY: (beat red) "Mom! I did not call you to be shamed."

ANNE: "Too bad then."

LOUIS: "Yes, shame him, queen."

ANNE: "I like him already, Harry. I should be queen more often."
HARRY: "You should be queen never."

ANNE: "Louis, Harry smells your clothes when you don't notice."

HARRY: (resigned, mock-sobbed) "Mom..."

ANNE: "I bet he's doing it right now."

HARRY: (head on Louis' shoulder) "Ugh."

LOUIS: (to Harry, grinning) "Well, are you?"

HARRY: (nuzzling his neck, Louis laughs) "Now, I am."

ANNE: (chuckles) "Harry's much more excited talking about you than anything else so that's what
we ask about recently."

LOUIS: "Aw, Harreh. So cute. So fond."

HARRY: (burying his face deeper, bites Louis' neck, Louis yelps, tickled, Harry smiles)"Had
enough?"

LOUIS: "Anne, Harry is sucking on my neck!"

ANNE: "I bet he wants to be sucking on something else-What, who said that?"

HARRY: (screaming) "Mother!"

LOUIS: (laughing out loud) "So that's where you get it from."

HARRY: "This is so embarrassing..."

ANNE: (to Louis) "He cares so much about his friends. They're his life really."

HARRY: "I only mentioned a couple of things randomly..."

LOUIS: (to Anne) "If that's the case then I'll catch you up on what's going on with him. Did he tell
you guys the good news?"

HARRY: (small) "No..."

ANNE: "What good news?"

LOUIS: (surprised) "You didn't tell them? Why would you not tell them?" (to Anne) "Harry, here, is
having a bit of an awesome month. He got named employee of the year last week, voted by the
kids so they gave him a mighty bonus."

ANNE: "What, honey, really?"

HARRY: "It's not that big of a deal..." (embarrassed) "It was just a small thing...Not even from
Disney, just a random thing of..."

LOUIS: "It was a big deal. He got in front of everyone at the parade to receive a certificate-Huge
deal."

ANNE: "Why didn't you tell us, sweetheart? This is amazing news. You're getting recognized for all
your hard work."
LOUIS: (smiles at Harry, proud) "Yup. He's coming out of his shell now." (ruffles Harry's hair when
Harry looks down) "He's made himself some friends too."

HARRY: (shy) "They're your friends."

LOUIS: "Not for long. You'll steal them away from me. They already like you better."

HARRY: (blushing, biting his lip, mumbling) "That's not true. Everyone likes you all the time."

ANNE: (smiling at both of them) "Now this is something I'll approve of when it comes to arguing."

LOUIS: (more serious) "He has opened up though, jokes aside. Even Zayn's impressed."

ANNE: "It's all your doing, I'm sure."

LOUIS: (blushes) "No-I mean-"

HARRY: "It is, Lou. I wouldn't have done it without you."

LOUIS: (flattered but hiding it) "Don't get fluffy on me, pillowcase."

HARRY: (holding him tighter by the waist) "You fluff me so hard. I become a flamingo when you
say nice stuff."

LOUIS: (amused) "Pink, flamboyant and clumsy?" (Harry chuckles) "I can see it."

ANNE: "I don't know if Harry's told you, Louis-"

LOUIS: "Oh he has, he tells me everything."

ANNE: (chuckles) "Then you know we have a wedding coming up... And you're more than
welcome to join us."

HARRY: (panicked) "Mom!"

ANNE: (ignoring him) "It'd be a joy to finally meet you in person."

LOUIS: "Well, I wouldn't want to impose-"

ANNE: "Nonsense! Harry's always so alone coming home and he looks so sad. I'm sure he'd love
to have you there."

HARRY: (strangled) "Mom, stop."

ANNE: "Wouldn't you, sweetheart?"

HARRY: "I would but just don't make him do stuff okay-Don't pressure him and stuff-" (struggling)
"He might not want to come so it doesn't matter if I want him to be there because I wouldn't want
him to be there if he doesn't want to be there. He probably has other plans to do with other
people."

ANNE: "I just asked him, honey, but if he has other commitments, I'm sure he'll let us know. We
don't keep grudges." (to Louis) "Only if you're free, Louis."

LOUIS: "I am free...Or I'll be free. I'll make time. If uh..." (stalling) "If Harry doesn't mind...I would
only come for him-And to meet all of you, of course-But mostly to make sure he's alright so if this
stresses him out and he wants some time away, I won't push him."

ANNE: (shaking her head, warm) "You two are ridiculous, skating around this topic like it's a big
decision."
HARRY: "You'd come...?" (urgently) "You don't need to. Like at all. Please, don't feel like you have
to."

LOUIS: "I don't have to but I'd want to..." (shrugs, small) "If you want me there."

HARRY: (giddy) "Yeah! Yeah, I do. I...I..." (getting emotional from happiness) "It'd be so cool. It'd
make me so happy but of course, if you don't want to, I'd be happy too-I just-I'd be so..."

LOUIS: (throws one arm around him casually, squeezes him, while facing the screen) "Mother
Anne, I made a mistake couple weeks ago. Did Harry tell you?"

HARRY: (wriggles closer to Louis, whispered) "Thank you." (Louis' ruffles his hair)

ANNE: "What mistake, honey? Should I be worried?"

LOUIS: "I set the room on fire!"

HARRY: (sighed) "I take that thank you back."

Scene 2

[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, Orlando, 10:21pm, AU]

LOUIS: (quietly, lingering on his feet) "Hey."

HARRY: (sitting on the floor with a book, looks up, smiles) "What's up?"

LOUIS: "Uh..." (shuffles on the spot) "Wanna play a game?"

HARRY: (frowns in confusion) "A game? Like, what kind?" (grins) "Are you gonna sit on my face
again because I'll let you know, I very much enjoyed that so it wasn't as painful as you predicted."

LOUIS: (short-lived half-smile) "No, yeah, I didn't think it was either..."

HARRY: "Is something wro-"

LOUIS: "Let's play a game, yeah?"

HARRY: "Okay. Yeah. How-"

LOUIS: "Sit on the bed."

HARRY: (looks at the bed) "I should..." (looks at Louis, still worried, gets up, sits at the edge of the
bed) "Okay."

LOUIS: "No, more. Like...like in the middle of it. Sit in the middle of the bed, over there."

HARRY: (slowly does as told) "Alright. Is this good?"

LOUIS: "Yeah..." (coughs to makes his voice stronger) "Yeah, that's fine, perfect. That's-that's
good."

HARRY: "Louis, is everything okay?"

LOUIS: "Yeah. It is. Just..." (takes a deep breath, looks at Harry for the first time) "The game
works like this. I will turn off the lights and we'll pretend that-that this is a new universe, like
separate from the one with the lights on-completely different world where it's just you and me and
no one else and we're not these people."
HARRY: (lost) "Uh, is this...like fantasy? I can't tell if you're pranking me and I'm a bit scared
because I don't wanna get punched in the face."

LOUIS: (snorts) "Right, I guess I don't have the best track record when it comes to this stuff. But
just...go along with it for a bit, okay?" (bites his lip) "Just a bit."

HARRY: (nods, smiles to comfort him) "We'll turn off the lights and then it'll be a blank slate, far
away from here. Just you and me."

LOUIS: (relieved) "Yeah. Like that, okay?" (rushed) "And you'll go along with it? You'll trust me and
you'll go along with it?"

HARRY: "Yes."

LOUIS: "Okay..." (gathering strength) "Okay. Okay then. I'll just..." (hesitates, finally with another
breath, turns off the lights, room in complete darkness, whispering now) "Lemme just get over
there."

HARRY: (whispering as well) "Need help?" (Louis reaches blindly, Harry grabs his arm guides him
on the bed) "I'm right here." (Louis sits in front of Harry, between his legs, quite close) "Good?"

LOUIS: (nods, realizes, breathy) "Yeah..." (leans into him, forehead on Harry's shoulder) "Yeah,
I'm good. I'm okay..."

HARRY: (worried but hides it) "What next?"

LOUIS: (vulnerable, small) "Hug me?"

HARRY: (immediately wraps his arms around Louis' body, pulls him close) "What's wrong,
darling?"
LOUIS: "Nothing, just..." (nuzzles into Harry's neck for a bit) "Just... Today got me thinking..."
(wraps his arms around Harry's neck, tight, clinging to him) "Wanted to tell you a story."

HARRY: (rubbing his back) "I like stories..."

LOUIS: "You won't like this one. It isn't a good story."

HARRY: (gulps in fear) "What kind of story is it then?"

LOUIS: (face still hidden) "One that I hate. But I want you to know... So you know... But only in this
universe, not in the other one. In the other one, I'm normal and nothing has..." (struggling) "You
know? Nothing."

HARRY: "Of course. This is different. Just you and me."

LOUIS: "Yeah..." (breathing heavier) "Yeah, just you and me." (holds him tighter) "I'm gonna say it
all at once, the story. Very quickly. Rip off the bandaid." (pulls away, facing him in the darkness,
rocking back and forth, clearly nervous) "And I want you to say something smart-I need you to do
that-I've heard everything else, cheesy, sentimental, bullshit, everything else. I need smart. Can
you do that?"

HARRY: (stunned) "Ye-yeah."

LOUIS: "Don't go shy on me. It's my turn to be coddled. That means you have to be the strong
one."

HARRY: (nodding slowly, purses his lips) "I'll be as strong as you need me to be."

LOUIS: (nods, silent for a few more minutes, absent-mindedly fidgeting with Harry's t-shirt, finally)
"I wasn't supposed to be born. My mother didn't plan for me. She didn't want me. She was raped."
(emotional) "I'm a rape-baby."

HARRY: (pause where they both just breathe, slowly pulls Louis back into his arms) "There's no
such thing as a rape baby." (holds him tighter, inhaling deeply) "You were the light at the end of
the tunnel, a reason for her to keep living and keep smiling. Nothing of you relates to that vile act-
You're beyond it, much more important." (Louis tears up, sniffles, bites his lip to stop) "You were
her sunshine." (lower, foreheads against each other) "Like you're my sunshine." (smiling) "Was
that too cheesy?"

LOUIS: (speechless, glances at Harry's lips, back to his eyes, slowly lids his eyes, bites the inside
of his cheek, guilty) "I have many stories like that one... Many stories that..." (sad) "That I can only
tell in the dark."

HARRY: (cups his face) "It's always dark at night and we'll be spending many nights together so
we'll get through all of them eventually."

LOUIS: (looks down, genuine smile on his face) "For all it's worth..." (rubbing Harry's t-shirt
between his fingers) "While we're still here..."

HARRY: "Yeah?"

LOUIS: (hesitating, fighting himself) "I uh..." (squints his eyes shut, changes his mind, coughs) "I
have to test you first."

HARRY: "Hmm?"

LOUIS: (suddenly stands up, crawls out of bed, feels the wall for the light, touches the edge of the
switch, wipes his eyes with one arm while his other hand is on the switch) "I need to know..." (trails
off, flicks the light on, looks at Harry)

HARRY: (smiles widely at him, gets up from the bed, Louis holds his breath) "Want pizza?" (walks
past him into the kitchen) "It's stinking up the fridge so we better eat it now..."
LOUIS: (awed, between shock and joy, looks at the floor, coughing to himself in disbelief) "Shit..."

HARRY: (still in the kitchen) "Yeah?"

LOUIS: (grinning, louder) "Yeah."

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: What just happened? Stuff is going to get pretty deep and heavy
in this saga so do try to keep up.

=================

74. Languish

A/N: A deleted, smutty Shyles chapter and an iconic, original Confessions chapter that didn't make
the cut are in my short story book, PURIFY. If you want to check out either, hop along.

***

Chapter 74: Languish

[Cocoa Beach, Orlando, 11:21am, Kook]

JOSH: (standing in the middle of the beach, already in trunks) "Lou-Lou, where's your rubber?"

LOUIS: (walking up to them, holding a surfboard) "I have it, don't you worry."
HARRY: (beside him with a backpack on his back and one in his arms) "Rubber?" (to himself)
"This might actually be fun."

SANDY: "And him?" (motions to Harry) "Is he going in with a rashie?"

LOUIS: (dropping the board on the sand) "If he's going in at all. He's too Harry for this sport."

HARRY: (nods) "Yes." (puts the bags down) "I don't wanna die."

DAN: "You won't die. We'll teach you. We taught Lou." (Louis waves them off) "Though he likes to
pretend he's all that."

HARRY: (notices Nick, smiles warmly) "Hi, I don't think we've met." (extends his hand) "I'm Harry."

NICK: (shakes his hand) "I"m gay—I mean Nick. I'm Nick." (flustered, chuckling) "And gay too, I
guess...I'm just new at this."

LOUIS: (deadpanned) "Awesome."

NICK: (winces) "Sorry."

HARRY: (smiles to ease the tension) "That is awesome. I wish everyone was that clear about it.
There wouldn't be any mixed signals."

NICK: "There's none when it comes to you."

LOUIS: (high-pitched, sarcastic) "Awesome!"

HARRY: (oblivious) "Uh... I don't..."

JOSH: (interjecting) "Ha, right. Can we move beyond this part of the afternoon where we all wanna
go drown ourselves after having witnessed this?"

NICK: (awkward chuckle) "I'm...sorry—Not normally like this..."

LOUIS: (interrupting him, sarcastic) "Good going, Dan. Consider this a viable career option."
(walks towards the beach but not before nudging Nick 'accidentally') "Oops, sorry, gay, I mean
Nick."

SANDY: (mumbled, dreading it) "This is gonna be fun..."

JOSH: (excited) "This is gonna be fun. I am ready for this. Lemme just get into my bunker so I
don't get killed by shrapnel when this all goes to shit."

LOUIS: (by the beach) "Haz, come play."

HARRY: (looks at the boys gingerly) "I'm gonna..." (points to Louis) "Go. There. With him." (runs
up to where Louis is splashing his feet on the water, visibly more at ease, smiling) "Hi, fishy."

LOUIS: (smiles back) "My name's not fishy. My name's 'straight'."

HARRY: (rolls his eyes) "Give him a break. He's like me, a nervous wreck."

LOUIS: (tackles him into a hug) "No. He's not like you."

HARRY: "No? I'm worse than that?" (looks down to see Louis grin at him) "It takes a bit of time for
new gays to be casual again."

LOUIS: (mumbled against Harry's shirt) "I bet I wouldn't be like that."
HARRY: (looking at the sea, still hugging Louis) "No you wouldn't, would you?"

NICK: (a few feet away, to Dan) "So...are they dating?"

DAN: (placing the towels down) "Eh. Who knows?"

NICK: "Is that why he was so aggressive?"

DAN: "No, that's just him. He's our little hedgehog. Takes a while to learn how to pick him up
properly."

JOSH: "They're not dating. Louis would die before he dated a man."

DAN: "That's true. He'd rather date chairs."

NICK: "Ah..."

JOSH: "But I wouldn't go for it if I were you."

NICK: "Why not?"

JOSH: (teasing him) "You don't have the balls."

NICK: (shoves him away) "Yes, I do."

DAN: "Nope. You don't. Louis will eat you alive."

LOUIS: (snaps himself out of the hug, pushes Harry away) "Let's swim!" (tries to run back in the
water) "Shark time."

HARRY: (grabs his arm, pulls him back) "Sunscreen first."

LOUIS: (pulling away, making whiny noises) "No, mom, no."

HARRY: (amused) "Yes. Or you'll get cancers."

LOUIS: (screechy) "Let go."

HARRY: (lets him go, Louis slumps on the sand, chest first) "Okay."

LOUIS: (sits up, spits sand out) "Why did you do that, you monster?"

HARRY: "You said let go so I let go."

LOUIS: (let's himself fall back on the sand, starts flopping around) "Oh no. Fish out of water. Fish
will die."

HARRY: (rolling his eyes) "Get up."

LOUIS: (fake gasps) "Fish is dying. No. Help!"

SANDY: (walks by with his surfboard, sees him, sighs to himself) "You have issues..." (starts going
in)

LOUIS: (flips Sandy off before going back to his previous state) "Fish needs to be thrown back in
the sea."
HARRY: "Oh, come on." (lowers down, grabs his arm starts pulling him up, Louis resists, drops
him back down) "Fishy needs to be oiled up and cooked for dinner." (kneels on the floor, starts
tickling him, Louis laughs) "Yummy dinner." (nuzzles Louis' neck, gives him a raspberry)

LOUIS: (in between laughter) "Why the hell are you like this?" (pushes Harry's face away,
grinning) "Fucking weirdo."

HARRY: (leaning over him, fond) "Says the fish."

LOUIS: "Bite me."

HARRY: (smirks) "Okay." (leans down, Louis screams some more vulgarities) "Hush, now. Let me
enjoy my food." (nips Louis' nose, Louis blushes from head to toe, Harry is oblivious) "If you
sniffle, you're dead."

LOUIS: (too stunned to laugh, flushed, breathy) "You're weird..."

HARRY: (smiles) "You already said that."

LOUIS: (staring at him, confessing) "Yeah, but...But you are...This is weird...Feels weird."

HARRY: (frowning lightly) "I'm sorry?"

LOUIS: (looks away, shakes it off) "No, no, not like that. I don't care."

HARRY: (cocks his head sideways, still next to him) "I'm sorry, Lou... I didn't mean to cross the
line."

LOUIS: "You didn't."

HARRY: (sits back on his heels again) "I'll go get the sunscreen." (stands up, walks towards the
bags) "Don't get in yet."

LOUIS: (closes his eyes, groans under his breath) "Goddammit."

HARRY: (walks to the bags where Dan and Nick are standing) "You guys going in?"

DAN: "I'm going in now." (sprints away, calling for Josh) "Yo, assface, swim between the flags."

NICK: "Wanna come with? Do you surf?"

HARRY: "I've never tried but I want to. Looks fun." (about to head back, changes his mind, lingers
a bit more, smiling at Nick) "And you? You surf?"

NICK: (excited) "Yeah. I have for a while. I could teach you. It's easier if you do it with someone
else first. And I'm saying that in the least creepy way possible. I used to be a surf instructor for
Disney."

HARRY: (genuinely interested) "You don't say? Sounds fun. I work for Disney now."

NICK: "You love it? You look like you would."

HARRY: "I do. Adore it. What happened? Why'd you leave?"

NICK: (shrugs) "I got a job at a radio station and it was what I wanted to do so—"

HARRY: (eyes wide) "You work for a radio station? Wow. I uh sing, well, my ex sings better than
me. He's up and coming."

NICK: "Yeah? What's his name?"

HARRY: "Oh, I don't know if you'd have heard of him..."

NICK: "We do this segment on new singers so I might have."

HARRY: "Huh. He's English—"

NICK: "Me too."

HARRY: "Me three. Funny how that works out."

NICK: "His name?"

HARRY: "Oh. Ed—"

NICK: (giddy) "Sheeran? I've met him!"

HARRY: (gaping) "No fucking way."

NICK: "Red-head, tatted up—That's your ex?"

HARRY: "Yup, that's my ex."

NICK: "Oh man, then I have no shot, eh? That dude was cool as hell. If you left him..."

HARRY: (laughs) "Ha, well, you know how that song and dance goes... Can't believe you've met
him. He's doing well then?"
NICK: "Yeah, really well. He's touring soon and he's good. He deserves it."

HARRY: (soft) "He does. He deserves it so much. I'm so happy for him..."

NICK: "How about you—You sing too, you should do an interview for us or showcase a song or
something?"

HARRY: (blushing, flattered) "Nah."

NICK: "I'm serious. If you have anything written out, we could totally help you. Could be fun. Been
in a studio before?"

HARRY: "Lived in one."

NICK: "Right. The hot, famous ex thing."

HARRY: (flirting) "Hey, I thought you were hitting on me here, not my ex."

NICK: (laughs) "Can't I have both?"

HARRY: "Ha! Well, if you get him on board, I might just have to jump on."

NICK: "Two for one deal, ey!"

HARRY: (teasing) "I'm half-off because I'm not hot and famous."

NICK: "You're pretty hot."

HARRY: "Not bad yourself. Maybe instead of introducing yourself as gay, you should introduce
yourself as hot."

NICK: "That was bad. I'm sorry for that..." (bites his lip) "Well, if you want surfing lessons, you
know where to find me."

HARRY: "Cool. I'll do this and come back..." (starts walking, turns around) "Warning you though,
I'm the clumsiest turd on this planet."

NICK: "Don't be filthy."

HARRY: "Don't be Ed."

NICK: (mock serious) "Hey, hey. It'd be an honor to be Ed."

HARRY: "Ah, you've subscribed to a lifetime of sucking up to Ed Sheeran then."

NICK: "Sucking on."

HARRY: (laughs) "Filthy!"

NICK: "Come back soon, Ed's ex."

HARRY: "Will do." (walks back to where Louis is now sitting cross-legged on the sand, eyes
glaring at a hole he absentmindedly dug up) "Here you go." (extends him the cream) "Won't take
too long then you can swim." (Louis doesn't make a move to take it) "Louis?"

LOUIS: (still looking down, mumbled) "I'm gonna be honest, I'm having a hard time swallowing this
you-flirting-with-other-people pill."

HARRY: (face falls) "I'm sorry I—"

LOUIS: (smacks the ground) "No. Don't be sorry. There's nothing to be sorry about." (looks at him,
troubled) "I'm jealous because I'm dumb. This is a me thing. I should be sorry."

HARRY: "I shouldn't be doing it in front of my friends. It's a shit thing to do."

LOUIS: (palms his face) "It's not..." (whispered) "It's not."

HARRY: (sits beside him, cautious) "Put sunscreen on your cheeks." (Louis turns to face him,
Harry touches his face briefly)

LOUIS: (pulls away reluctantly) "Go first so you can try surfing while the boys are still there to
help."

HARRY: "Aren't you coming?" (takes off his shirt, Louis keeps his eyes nailed on the sand) "You
wanted to go in before."

LOUIS: "Yeah, I'll come. When I'm..." (catches sight of Harry lathering his chest with sunscreen,
flails, frozen between shame and horror and fascination) "Uh..."

HARRY: (raises an eyebrow) "When you're what?"

LOUIS: (gulps) "Done...here..." (looks away, heavily flushed) "After you're done."

HARRY: (oblivious, still spreading the cream on his abs, v-line, thighs) "You seem red already. Put
some on, love. I don't want you in pain later."

LOUIS: "I'm not." (glances at him, bites his lip, glances back down, tense) "I'm okay..."

HARRY: (noticing) "Is something wrong? Do you need water?" (crouches beside him, touches his
shoulder innocently) "Do you need me to do it for you?"

LOUIS: (jerks away) "No." (stands up stiffly, practically runs towards the beach) "Leave it alone."

HARRY: (confused) "Louis?"

LOUIS: (water up to his stomach) "I'm okay, alright? I'm fucking okay. Stop hovering."

HARRY: (taken aback) "I'm...not."

LOUIS: (ignores him, goes deeper in, facing away, hands in front of his swimming trunks, eyes
wet, to himself) "This is wrong..."

HARRY: (worried, hand in his curls, pacing at the beach) "Lou, I'm sorry!"

LOUIS: (bites his lip, shakes his head, voice shaky) "For what?" (dives in, starts swimming away)

NICK: (walks up to Harry) "Is everything okay?"

HARRY: (shakes his head, can't even bother faking a smile) "Yeah."

NICK: "Did something happen—"

HARRY: (snappy) "Yeah, okay?"

NICK: (awkward) "Sorry." (starts walking away)

HARRY: "No, I didn't mean...that." (closes his eyes in frustration, sighs, goes back to the bags,
starts straightening the towels)
LOUIS: (runs up to him, dripping water, panting) "Harry?"

HARRY: (on his knees, flips around, surprised) "Hi..."

LOUIS: (out of breath) "I'm sorry." (slumps on the towel in front of Harry, hugs him) "I'm sorry I like
you so much that I can't share you with others..."

HARRY: (hugs him back) "I'm sorry you feel like you'll ever have to."

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Why is Louis angry?

=================

75. Lethal

MOOD: "Ling" by Alan Kuo

***

Chapter 75: Lethal

[Cocoa Beach, Orlando, 3:26pm, How To Lose Friends & Make Enemies Part 1]

JOSH: (sitting down on the sand, Sandy by his side) "Louis, Dan told us a little secret."
DAN: (blowing up a beach ball, stops to talk) "I did?"

SANDY: "Yeah, you did."

LOUIS: (laying down, sunbathing, unfazed) "I bet."

JOSH: (sing-song) "We know your dirty, little secret."

LOUIS: "I bet."

JOSH: "But now we have to see for ourselves." (winks at Sandy who grins back) "To make sure
his intel's good, you know?"

LOUIS: "What are you on about—" (Josh jumps on him, legs on either side, pins him down on the
sand) "The fuck are you doing, shit-head?"

JOSH: (to Sandy. giddy) "Get him. Get him."

SANDY: (giggling) "On it.'

DAN: "Guys..."

LOUIS: (really starting to worry now) "What the hell are you—" (bucks against him) "Get off me,
fatass. You're squishing my spleen."

DAN: (unsure) "Guys, someone's gonna get really hurt."

JOSH: (smirking down at him) "We wanna see that crotch tatt."
SANDY: "Yup." (starting to pull at Louis' swimming trunks) "You can't be on third base with Dan
and not us."

LOUIS: (jerks against him) "No!" (audibly panicked) "Wait, no—wait, stop. Wait." (fighting against
Josh who's still holding him put) "You have to—go—stop—go from the top. I can—from the
top—don't pull—stop!" (kicking at Sandy to prevent him from latching onto his bottoms) "Don't
touch me—Josh, stop, man."

JOSH: (oblivious, chuckling) "Squirmy, aren't you? Like a fish."

SANDY: "Fishy!"

DAN: "Guys, I don't think this is a joke anymore. Get off him—"

SANDY: "So close." (just when he's about to yank the trunks down, he gets a good kick to the
face) "Shit!" (hands on his nose) "Oh, god, he kicked me—I don't have a nose anymore." (fanning
his face, hissing) "Oh, it hurts, puta. He kicks like a damned horse."

DAN: (moving by his side to check on him) "I told you. Lemme see—I told you, dammit. Stop now."

JOSH: (distracted as he looks back, amused) "You okay, bro?"

LOUIS: (bucks wildly, shoves him off) "Get off or I'll really hurt you both." (scrambles to stand up,
Josh latches on to his pants) "Let go." (they're playing tug of war on the shorts) "This isn't funny.
Let go!"

SANDY: (wraps his arms around Josh's torso, both pull) "Just do it already before I get killed. I
sacrificed my baby-face for this."

DAN: (grabs Sandy by the waist, yanks him off) "Enough already. He's not having fun."
JOSH: (pulling hard enough for the bottoms to slide down an inch) "Oh, someone doesn't
manscape, it seems."

LOUIS: (hyperventilating, clutching the top of his trunks with raw fingers, screechy) "Stop! Enough.
Stop." (screaming) "Harry!"

HARRY: (standing by the beach, talking to Nick, flips around mid-sentence, frowns) "What are
they doing to him?"

NICK: (turns too) "Fooling around probab—"

LOUIS: (scared, small) "Harry, please—!"

JOSH: (mocking) "Harry, your damsel's in distress."

LOUIS: (almost sobbed) "Harry!"

HARRY: (angry now) "What the fuck are they doing to him?" (sprints over, threatening) "Get off
him!"

JOSH: (teasing, playful, still pulling at Louis' shorts) "Oh, reinforcements then."

SANDY:"Two against two, huh, mate? (makes to run back to the action) "Seems fair."

DAN: (holds him back, stern) "Stop."

LOUIS: (distressed, trying to move away, struggling, brokenly) "Stop, please. I'll show you, just
please, let go—I'll show you, okay?"

HARRY: (runs over, viciously shoves Josh so he falls on the sand, feral) "If he says stop, you
fucking stop!"

DAN: "Jesus Christ."

SANDY: (snapped awake, worried now) "Easy."

NICK: (having run over as well) "What's going on?"

DAN: (to Nick) "Prank gone sour."

HARRY: (standing in front of Louis protectively, heaving, furious) "Don't touch him like that or I
swear..."

JOSH: (standing up, shaking himself off) "Oh, shy kid has a bad boy side, ey?" (provoking him)
"Let's see what you got then."

HARRY: (charges him without thinking twice, tackles him to the sand) "You wanna see?"

LOUIS: (squeaked out) "Harry!"

JOSH: (caught off guard, raises his hands to show he means well) "Woah, woah, woah."

DAN: (pulls Harry away before he can land a punch) "Hey, easy."

HARRY: (shoves Dan away, so riled up he's shaking, egging Josh on) "Come on then, coward. All
bark, no bite?"

LOUIS: (stunned at this side of Harry) "Harry..."

JOSH: "Oh, you're for real?" (stands up, puffs up) "You wanna do this for real?"

SANDY: (steps in between them) "No one's doing anything for real."

DAN: "Lou..." (motions with his eyes towards Harry) "Do something."

LOUIS: (touching Harry's arm) "Harry." (Harry doesn't look at him, still glaring at Josh) "Harry?"
(clutching his arm, shaking him, desperate) "Hazza."

HARRY: "Stay put."

NICK: "Harry?"

LOUIS: (forceful) "You shut up! This doesn't concern you. I can handle this myself."

NICK: (offended) "Don't play hero if you need saving, buddy."

LOUIS: (opens his mouth to say something, closes it, shakes his head, walks around to stand in
front of Harry, worried) "Hey." (Harry doesn't react) "Hey." (cups Harry's face to force him to look
down) "Hey. I'm okay." (Harry doesn't look convinced) "I'm alright. I'm okay. Look?"

HARRY: (nods) "I just...I..."

LOUIS: "I know." (lets go of his face to grab Harry's hands, still in fists, knuckles white) "I know
how you get..." (caressing his knuckles with his thumbs) "And I'm telling you there's no need.
Everything's okay."

HARRY: (sighs, relaxes somewhat) "Okay."

JOSH: (entertained, not fully aware of the gravity of the situations) "What was that?"
DAN: "Shut up, seriously. I've had it with you today."

JOSH: (pouts) "What did I—"

DAN: "Shut it." (puts his palm on Josh's face) "Shh."

JOSH: (sighs, doesn't pull away as Dan wraps his arm around his shoulders) "No one's fun
anymore."

LOUIS: (to Josh) "You don't want him to come at you, trust me. It doesn't end well for you if you
get him this angry."

SANDY: "We were playing. This whole thing just escalated so quickly. It was a joke—"

HARRY: (serious) "It's not a joke if you're hurting him..." (Louis looks down) "So you and your
friend should keep your hands to yourselves before I break them."

SANDY: "Uh..."

LOUIS: (blushed, trying to sound apathetic but clear from the smile on his face he's happy) "Okay,
superhero..." (yanks Harry back, fingers wrapped around Harry's wrist) "That's enough. You've
already saved the damsel. No need for victory speeches."

HARRY: (following him, reluctantly at first, still looking at the group warily) "I didn't like that..."
(turning forward and walking beside Louis normally) "I don't want them touching you again. That'll
piss me off for real."

LOUIS: (surprised) "For real? That back there wasn't for real?" (wide eyes, to himself) "Shit, man.
He's wasn't kidding then."
[Part 2]

HARRY: (outside a Starbucks, clothed now, sitting on a bench with milkshakes) "What
happened?"

LOUIS: (snappy) "Nothing."

HARRY: "Nothing like—"

LOUIS: (short) "Nothing happened."

HARRY: "So we're gonna pretend nothing happened then..."

LOUIS: "Nothing did happen."

HARRY: (resigned) "Okay."

LOUIS: "Why are you making a big deal out of it?"

HARRY: "I'm not. You were scared and I thought—"

LOUIS: (blushes in shame) "I wasn't scared."

HARRY: (lost) "I'm just—"

LOUIS: (mocking) "Just what—trying to understand?"

HARRY: "Yeah..."
LOUIS: "You can't."

HARRY: (winces) "Right."

LOUIS: "You can't when it comes to this."

HARRY: (small) "You don't know that..."

LOUIS: (frustrated) "I wish you'd drop it. When I want to tell you stuff, I do. When I don't, I don't
want you breaking my balls."

HARRY: (nods, eyes on the floor) "I'm sorry."

LOUIS: (long, awkward silence, guiltily) "Thanks."

HARRY: "You're welcome."

LOUIS: "...For what you did back there too."

HARRY: "You're welcome." (another long silence) "Let's drive back? It's getting a bit chilly."
(stands up, Louis grabs his shirt, pulls him back down) "Lou?"

LOUIS: (mumbled, looking away) "They...uh...They were trying to pull off my pants and I freaked
out."

HARRY: "Why?"

LOUIS: (snorts sadly) "Why were they being dickheads or why did I freak out?"
HARRY: "Both."

LOUIS: "They think the only thing I'm hiding down there is a tattoo. That's the answer to both."
(defensive) "Are you gonna ask now and make me freak out again?"

HARRY: "No, no..." (trails off, both stare at their drinks quietly) "I just wanted to understand..."
(shrugs) "That's all."

LOUIS: "They were grabbing at me... Touching me..." (reluctantly) "Inappropriately." (clutches the
drink with both hands, some spills out, Harry notices but doesn't say anything even as it gets on
Louis' hands) "They were—It was almost like—I don't know, I felt...not good. I felt...I don't know..."

HARRY: (sees the way Louis is tense and breathing quicker) "I understand now. You don't have to
talk about it anymore."

LOUIS: (stands up, throws the untouched drink in the trashcan, paces around) "I know they
wouldn't hurt me, I know that. They're my friends—They wouldn't...I know, okay? I'm not a
prude—I get it. It was a joke." (trying to convince himself at this point) "They were joking—They
thought it was funny. It was funny. It was funny..." (quietly) "It was funny, I get it."

HARRY: (following him with his eyes) "Sit back down."

LOUIS: (ignoring him) "But it hurts me when people...When they look like they..." (sees Harry pat
the bench) "I'm trying to explain, wait...I'm trying to think..."

HARRY: "Alright. Take your time."

LOUIS: (pained) "It...reminded me...of—of a bad thing. A different bad thing—I got confused..."

HARRY: (reaches for him) "Louis."

LOUIS: "What?"

HARRY: "Are you okay?"

LOUIS: (in denial) "I'm fine. Why ask?"

HARRY: "Because..." (sad) "Because you're..."

LOUIS: (touches his face urgently) "Am I crying?"

HARRY: "No... Do you feel like cry—"

LOUIS: "No! No." (tries to force a smile) "I just do that sometimes—Cry randomly. It's dumb. I
don't—I don't..."

HARRY: "Louis, you're going to talk yourself into a panic at—"

LOUIS: "No, no. No..."

HARRY: (stands up to approach him, careful) "It's okay— Don't talk about it anymore."

LOUIS: (looks at the floor, notices he's hyperventilating) "Shit. I'm doing it again, right?"

HARRY: "It's okay."

LOUIS: "I'm freaking out again?"

HARRY: "A bit. It's okay."

LOUIS: (sudden) "Close your eyes!"

HARRY: "What?"

LOUIS: (heaving now) "Close your eyes, please, close your eyes."

HARRY: "Okay." (not closing them, too worried) "I will but—"

LOUIS: (leaning on the bench as if he's gonna throw up) "I feel sick."

HARRY: "Sit down. It's okay, it'll pass. You're frazzled—"

LOUIS: "Close your eyes!" (wavering on his feet)

HARRY: (concerned) "Louis—"

LOUIS: "Close your damned eyes—I can't do this with you here."

HARRY: "I know what it feels like—I've been there—I can help—"

LOUIS: "Close your eyes!"

HARRY: "Don't push me away. I can help."

LOUIS: "Harry, please, please." (crying without noticing) "Please, pretend, please."
HARRY: (solemn, nodding, whispered) "Okay, can you come here though?" (motions for him to
come closer) "I'll close my eyes as long as I can hug you so I make sure you're not going to faint
without me there to catch you."

LOUIS: "Harry..."

HARRY: "Come." (opens his arms) "Come and I'll close my eyes and pretend I'm not here and I
don't know any of this. Just come." (closes his eyes) "Look, my eyes are closed. You're safe now.
You're alone. You can let go. Just come, please."

LOUIS: (hesitates, flailing between whimpering and trying to hold it together) "It's nothing—I'm
not—" (Harry shushes him, Louis inches forward slowly until he's in Harry's embrace) "Are your
eyes still closed?"

HARRY: (hugs him tightly) "Yup."

LOUIS: (clutching his shirt, face buried in his chest) "It's gonna happen." (talking mostly to himself)
"It's gonna happen now because I've gotten this far. I'm gonna have one for real—a real one."

HARRY: "A panic attack?"

LOUIS: "Yeah." (hurriedly, grasping at straws of control) "Nothing happens after. I know that. It's
not—I'm not going to die—I know that—" (coughing for breath, forcing himself to talk) "I know.
None of this..." (sobs, coughs) "None of what I'm feeling is real right now. I know that." (Harry
rocks him sideways gently, caressing his back) "I don't wanna die...I don't wanna be here...I don't
want this to happen anymore."

***

AUTHOR SPEAKS: In my opinion, after a couple gets together, there is no point to a story
anymore. I don't want to write a story of two people dating—It's boring. I also don't want to write a
story about a couple constantly facing drama—Why did they even get together if they had these
many issues?
I will not have two incomplete people date. That's a recipe for disaster. As of right now, Louis is
still in denial about being gay and Harry is still confused as to whether he can live independently of
his 'daddies'. They will face these challenges BEFOREHAND and when they have proved
themselves worthy, they will date in a healthy way.

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Is Louis opening up or distancing himself?

=================

76. Labile

SELF-PROMO: I'm going to shamelessly mention that I'm working on a het-Harry novel. If you're
into that (and why would you be, Larry is life) check it out on my profile. It's titled "Nothing More
Beyond". For those of you who already gave it a shot, thanks fam.

MOOD: "Zombie" by Maitre Gims

***

Chapter 76: Labile

Scene 1

[Simon's Office, Walt Disney World in Florida, 1:47pm, Bad News Come in One-s]

LOUIS: (mild irritation) "I did not appreciate that joke, I'll let you know."

SIMON: "What joke?"

LOUIS: "That joke of an email you send with that joke of a suggestion."

SIMON: "It wasn't a joke. I was being serious."

LOUIS:"Why—What was the point of that?"

SIMON: "I just wanted to ask if you wanted to move into a bigger room. I know Harry's room has a
double bed but it's still pretty cramped for two people to live in it." (aside) "And it's actually more
cost effective for us to move you both in a double and open up the singles."

LOUIS: (blurting) "We're not married!"

SIMON: (dry) "I know. I hope I'd have been invited to the wedding, since I made it happen, you
know?"

LOUIS: "Simon."

SIMON: "What? Two people can't live together without being married now? Have you never been
to college?"

LOUIS: "We don't wanna live together."

SIMON: (unimpressed) "Uh-huh..."

LOUIS: (flustered) "We don't. We need our space. I need my space. I need my room."

SIMON: "You never use your room."

LOUIS: "How the fuck do you know what I do?"

SIMON: "Language."

LOUIS: (ignoring him) "Do you stalk me now?"

SIMON: "I know because the staff notifies me of these things, like never having to clean your room
and having to suddenly pick up dirty underwear from the floor of Harry's when he's known to be
the one to not even need room service with how much he cleans."

LOUIS: "That's disgusting."

SIMON: "I know. You should consider picking up after yourself."

LOUIS: "No, it's disgusting that you know that—that that knowledge spreads like gono."

SIMON: "Gono is spreading? That's disgusting."

LOUIS: "Look, I don't want to move. I want to keep my room incase I need it."

SIMON: "To hide."

LOUIS: (frustrated) "To do whatever the hell I wanna do, Simon. I don't need to report to you on
how I use my personal space."

SIMON: (sighs heavily) "Alright, okay. Pardon me for asking. I'm only trying to make your stay
more comfortable. Jesus. You'd think I was recruiting you to do the housekeeping."

LOUIS: "Why me? Why ask me?"

SIMON: "I asked both of you."

LOUIS: "You asked Harry too?"

SIMON: "Yeah. I thought you didn't have the right to make the decision for the household, since
you're not married yet and all."

LOUIS: "What did he say?"

SIMON: "What does it matter?"

LOUIS: "What. Did he say?"

SIMON: "I'm not going to tell you because it does not matter. What's the point of me telling you?"

LOUIS: "Because I wanna know. I need to know."

SIMON: "Why?"

LOUIS: "I need to know. Tell me if he said yes to moving in with me."

SIMON: "Would it change your mind?"

LOUIS: "Yes—No. I don't know. No. I need my room. I'm not giving up my room. I'm not living with
him day in and day out."

SIMON: "Don't you already do that?"

LOUIS: "Some days."

SIMON: "Some days..."

LOUIS: "A lot of days." (explodes) "It doesn't matter how many days. Living with people ruins
relationships. It ruins you. You're never supposed to live with your best friends. It doesn't end well.
Me and Niall couldn't stand each other for a semester."

SIMON: "But you seem to stand Harry just fine."

LOUIS: "What are you saying?"

SIMON: "Maybe he's not your best friend."

LOUIS: (high-pitched) "What are you taking about? What the hell is this about? What am I being
asked about here?"

SIMON: "I'm just saying by that definition maybe he's not your best friend since you can live with
him but you can't live with your best friend."

LOUIS: "What is he then if not my best friend?"

SIMON: (sarcastic) "Your husband. Who cares?"

LOUIS: "Obviously you do if you stalk us."

SIMON: "I don't stalk you. You can't even begin to imagine how low this is on my list of things to
think about. I just noticed and thought I'd offer. You don't want to. Fine. I'm sorry for asking. Let's
move on."

LOUIS: "Let's."
SIMON: "I need to talk to you about something serious anyway."

LOUIS: (sarcastic) "More serious than me moving in with my husband? What could it possibly be?
Oh, I know, could it be, perhaps, something job-related since you are, you know, my employer, not
my marriage counselor."

SIMON: "Did you get it all out of your system, the sarcasm? Can we proceed without? Because
this is serious."

LOUIS: "Shoot."

SIMON: "Louis."

LOUIS: (rolling his eyes) "Okay, I got it. I'm braced."

SIMON: "I sure hope you are..."

LOUIS: "What is it?"

SIMON: "Well, Louis..." (exhales) "It's about Ashton."

LOUIS: (straightens in his seat immediately) "What about him?"

SIMON: (uncomfortable) "His...'condition' is not getting any better."

LOUIS: "He doesn't have a condition."

SIMON: "What does he have then?"

LOUIS: "Nothing."

SIMON: "Alright..." (pause, tense atmosphere) "His nothing is not getting any better. It's getting
worst actually."

LOUIS: "No, it's not."

SIMON: (palming his forehead) "Yes, it is. We've been receiving a lot of complaints and...and
worried parents, other employees—"

LOUIS: (vicious) "That's bullcrap!"

SIMON: "It's not. It's important to us what people think. It's important that we listen to their
feedback and take into account what they say. It's important that we keep this place safe and
happy, how it's supposed to be. This issue is very important."

LOUIS: "So what are you saying?"

SIMON: "I'm telling you first because I know how much you care about him and I want you to..."
(wincing as he says this) "Well, to be there for him and support him he finds out."

LOUIS: (muted shock, shaking his head) "Don't do this."

SIMON: (sympathetic) "We need to let him go—"

LOUIS: (pained, loud) "Don't do this! Don't fuckin—No. You can't."

SIMON: "Louis."
LOUIS: "You can't. He's young. He's a baby. He has no one. He needs this job. Don't do this to
him."

SIMON: "He needs to get help, Louis. He's not getting help here."

LOUIS: (desperate) "So what, you're gonna force this ultimatum on him? For his job? For money
he needs to feed himself—His family is half-way across the world. He can't go back. He needs
this."

SIMON: "I understand and that's why I've been lenient. You told me you were there for him so I
turned a blind eye the first few times, the first year even. I saw it and pretended it was alright, like
you said. But I can't anymore. My job doesn't allow me to. This is Disney. He represents us. He
could become news."

LOUIS: (scoffs) "So it's all about that then. Image."

SIMON: "It's not just about image. Think about the kids, teens, people who could have... I don't
know, a negative reaction to it. Think about the people looking up to him, seeing that—"

LOUIS: "You make it sound like he's a leper. There's nothing wrong with him."

SIMON: "He cuts his arms, Louis. Not once or twice. Not lightly."

LOUIS: (brokenly, furious, emotional) "What would you rather him do? Cut his stomach?! Cut
somewhere hidden just so you and your industry and your customers are not disturbed by his
pain. Does he need to apologize to you for feeling like shit? Would you rather he kept it all bottled
inside so nobody ever knew how bad it got and when it hit and when he needed help the most and
when he relapsed and when he wanted some—some fucking compassion for god's sake. He's a
kid. You think he wants to be this way? He's trying his goddamn best."

SIMON: (somber) "I understand all of that."

LOUIS: "Stop repeating that when you don't." (shaking his head) "You clearly don't."

SIMON: "I do, Louis. Or at least I'm trying to. I'm trying to understand. But you want me to ignore
the fact that the cuts are there—You want me to treat him like a normal—"

LOUIS: (through grit teeth) "He is normal."

SIMON: "You want me to treat him like nothing is wrong and at the same time you want me to
notice when it's bad and offer help. Which one is it? If you say people shouldn't address it in front
of him then it's as good as hidden—It's as good as him cutting his chest."

LOUIS: "I'm not asking you to do anything. Just...don't make his life worse. He needs to be here
where his family is—we are his family. Alone, he'll never be strong enough to defeat this. He
needs to stay here. You can't fire him."

SIMON: "What do you want him to do?"

LOUIS: (gets out of his chair, kneels in front of the desk) "I'm begging you—"

SIMON: "Louis, come on."

LOUIS: "Begging you not to do this."

SIMON: "Get up."

LOUIS: "I will get him help. I'll talk to him. I'll do whatever it takes—You can have one up on me
forever, hold this over my head, make me work extra hours and shit, I don't care. But please, let
him stay." (almost in tears) "Please."

SIMON: (sighs) "I will look into options. Have him transferred perhaps to do...other work. At least
for a bit, until things get better. He'll be out of the terrain but he'll have a job and he can stay in the
hotel, maybe work in the hotel."

LOUIS: (sits back on the chair, relieved) "Thank you."

SIMON: "But. He needs to start intensive therapy. With one of our counselors. So we can track his
progress. It has to be willing and ongoing. If I'm letting him stay, I'm done with this wait for him to
understand crap. It's intervention time. You need to let him know that we need him on therapy. He
listens to you so it'll feel less mandatory."

LOUIS: (snorts sarcastically) "Less mandatory."

SIMON: (serious) "Talk to him."

LOUIS: "I will. I'll...let him know. I'll let him know and have him come to you for the new position."

SIMON: "Good."

LOUIS: (more to himself) "He won't be too happy."

SIMON: "I can't imagine he can be with how things are going."

LOUIS: (purses his lips) "But he'll be here. He'll be with me and Luke and the group. That's all that
matters."

SIMON: "If you say so."

LOUIS: (starts getting up) "Well, if that was all for today, I'd like to go get my third coffee of the day
now."
SIMON: "Can't be good having that much caffeine."

LOUIS: (on the way to the door) "Some days you need it."

SIMON: (before he leaves, door open) "Louis."

LOUIS: "Yeah?"

SIMON: "He said yes."

LOUIS: "Huh?"

SIMON: "Harry said yes."

LOUIS: "To what?"

SIMON: "Moving in with you. He said yes and he didn't hesitate. He replied within minutes." (Louis
seems lost for words) "I'll give you a couple of days to think on it. If you find yourself changing your
mind, let me know. He didn't seem to have a doubt about you."

LOUIS: (sadder) "No, I didn't think he would."

SIMON: "I don't think you need to have a doubt about him..."

LOUIS: "He's not the one I doubt." (pause, looks at Simon again) "I need my space. Like you said,
I need somewhere to hide."

Scene 2
[Outside Simba's Cub-house Childcare, Walt Disney World in Florida, 4:00pm, Two-s]

LOUIS: "Hey."

HARRY: (smiling) "Hey there. How was Simon?"

LOUIS: (reserved) "Fine. He was..." (shaking his head) "The usual, you know."

HARRY: "Something wrong?"

LOUIS: (snorts) "You're too perceptive for your own good when it comes to this stuff." (aside)
"Strange really since you're so oblivious about all else."

HARRY: "I know. Zayn says when I care about someone I merge with them emotionally—I feel
them...and stuff. He says it better. In better words."

LOUIS: (not putting enough energy behind it) "I bet."

HARRY: "Simon went off on you?"

LOUIS: "No. Well... Not more than occasionally. Not really..." (pause, Harry waits for him patiently)
"Umm... Look, Haz, remember when I said a while ago that... that sometimes I just need to be on
my own and um... You know when we had that talk and I told you not to be upset with me if one
day I do things on my own, randomly, without explanation? You remember?"

HARRY: (nodding) "I do."

LOUIS: "Tonight's one of those nights." (avoiding eye contact) "I'm sleeping over mine and I don't
want you to worry."
HARRY: (clearly worrying) "Right, of course. Whatever you need." (biting his lip) "You sure there's
nothing I can do? A massage? Make cookies? I know you like vegan cookies."

LOUIS: (smiling) "I do like them." (smile drops) "But not tonight."

HARRY: (warm)"That's fine. This weekend then."

LOUIS: "That's fine?"

HARRY: "Why wouldn't it be?"

LOUIS: "Thanks." (starts inching backwards) "I'll uh, go then... Shift's over and thought I'd head
home early."

HARRY: "Be safe." (Louis nods, turns around to walk away, Harry grabs his arm, pulls him back)

LOUIS: "Yeah?"

HARRY: (sighs, serious)"I just want us to be frank with each other. Because like you said, I don't
do subtle that well."

LOUIS: (confused) "Okay?"

HARRY: "This is not one of those things where you actually want me to fight for you to stay and by
doing that I show you I care, right?"

LOUIS: (surprise that turns into a chuckle, endeared) "No, you moron, it's not. I actually need a
day off. What'd you think, I'm a basic bitch that needs chasing now?"

HARRY: (half-shrugs, smirking) "Have you ever not been?"

LOUIS: (sarcastic) "Alright."

HARRY: (smiles, approaches him) "In that case, eat well, sleep tight." (kisses him on the
forehead) "I'll see you tomorrow." (starts walking away, Louis is frozen on the spot, blushed) "Don't
smoke too much, eh?"

LOUIS: (jogs after him, intercepts him) "I uh...thought I might..." (blushes further as he goes up on
his tip-toes to kiss Harry's cheek) "...do that too." (flustered as he pulls back) "Alright, bye loser."
(jogs away) "Don't cover the sheets in jizz."

HARRY: "Hmm, good idea! I'll have a jizz-marathon, a jizz-athon—cum-athon—wank-athon?"

(mock panic) "Nothing works!"

LOUIS: (rolls his eyes, fond) "Fappathon..." (smiles) "Moron."

Scene 3

[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 11:35pm, Three-s]

HARRY: (answers phone, cheeky) "Missed me this much then? I'm mid fap here. You interrupt."

LOUIS: (sounding sick, slurred) "Help?"

HARRY: (sitting up in bed, concern flooding in) "What happened?"

LOUIS: (mumbled) "Help..."

HARRY: (standing up, panicked) "Where are you, sweetheart? Your room? Should I come to your
room?"
LOUIS: "Yeah."

HARRY: "I'll be right there. Stay put. I'll be right there. Jesus Christ, what happened?" (silence,
breathing quicker as he hurries out the room) "Louis, stay with me here. Talk to me until I get
there." (Louis groans, Harry runs up the stairs four at time) "Baby, please. Dear god, what did you
do?"

***

ON TRIGGER WARNINGS: I am all for these things but as a personal rule I only utilize them
when depicting graphic violence and/or scenarios that could be reminiscent of sexual assault. If
people truly believe that this chapter should have a warning, I could be convinced to put one on
but remember that seeing that label automatically sends people into anxiety so to spare them, I
cannot use it widely.

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: What does Louis feel for Ashton? Why?

=================

77. Lemonade

Chapter 77: Lemonade

[Louis' Room, Walt Disney Hotel, Orlando, 6:14am, Fanfic Written By A Wattpad Kid]

LOUIS: (opens his eyes slowly, groans, stretches, notices he's squished in between Liam and
Harry, both asleep) "What...the actual...fuc-?" (jumps into a sitting position, looks around, all four
boys are in bed with him, Zayn next to Harry and Niall cuddled in Zayn's back, snoring) "What are
we doing? What the hell-What? Just, what?"
ZAYN: (grumbles, pushes his head in the pillow) "Go to bed."

LOUIS: "What do you mean go to-Why are you here?"

LIAM: "Harry, put the baby to sleep, please. Your turn."

HARRY: (whines, half-asleep) "I did it last time."

NIALL: "No, I did it last time."

LOUIS: (still blinking into space) "This is the strangest dream...I have ever had. And you should
know, I've dreamt about vampire dildos."

NIALL: "But why though?"

LIAM: "Those exist actually."

ZAYN: "Liam knows, he has one up his ass."

LIAM: (reaches over Harry lazily to smack Zayn) "You'll have mine up your ass if you don't shut it."

ZAYN: "Niall has that covered..."

NIALL: (laughing, as he mock humps Zayn once) "Fact."

LOUIS: (shakes his head, grabs Harry's sweatpants, pulls lightly) "Harry..."

HARRY: (pushing himself up with struggles) "Not a dream, come to bed."

LOUIS: "Did you invite them over? Did you invite yourself over?"

HARRY: (sits up, yawns, wipes his eyes) "How do you feel?"

LOUIS: "Confused. Dazed. Dazed and confused." (Niall snorts)

HARRY: "Do you hurt?"

LOUIS: "Why are we having a five-some with ugly people again?"

LIAM: (amused) "Eat my ass, Tommo."

LOUIS: (to himself) "I hope I did none of that yesterday but I can't be sure at this point."

NIALL: (giggles) "You can't un-eat ass."

ZAYN: "That you can't."

LOUIS: "What is happening?"

HARRY: (touching his arm lightly) "You feeling okay?"

LOUIS: "Yeah, should I not be?"

HARRY: "Well, you scared the blood out of us yesterday."

LIAM: "By us he means just him."

HARRY: (snappy) "Yes, me. Apparently you only scared me. That's why they all slept over
because they weren't scared. I was the only one scared."

LOUIS: (still lost) "Did I...die?"

HARRY: (elongating the hum) "Ehh, kind of. You..." (not knowing what happened himself) "Lost
it...for a bit. I don't know what happened to tell you the truth. I came up here and you were..."
(stressed) "Not well. You were..."

ZAYN: "Delirious."

HARRY: "That..."

LOUIS: "Delirious?"

HARRY: (cringing at the memory, frown on his face) "Shaking and crying and shivering and
spacey and saying things that made no sense-hallucinating maybe?" (grabs Louis' hand in
between his) "It was horrible and I didn't know what to do so I called...well, Ed actually, I called Ed
and I guess he called Zayn who got the boys so we all ended up here. We didn't know what to do."
(squeezing Louis' hand) "I was so scared for you."

ZAYN: "He was terrified-Went full blown mother-mode. Wouldn't let go of you." (Louis looks at
Harry who avoids his eyes, blushing red) "He was cradling you and monitoring you until maybe an
hour ago, asking if you were okay every time you as much as sighed."

LOUIS: "Oh..."

LIAM: (having flipped on his back, eyes open) "We guessed bad trip. I did, actually."

LOUIS: "Ah..." (looks down, ashamed) "Well..."

LIAM: "Did you smoke?"

LOUIS: (shrugs) "Yeah..."

LIAM: "A lot? Did you drink? Alcohol, coffee? Caffeine sometimes does that to you. You get too
jittery and your nervous system goes into insane mode."

LOUIS: (becoming smaller) "Yeah..."

LIAM: "Told you. I told you all. I am right. For the first time since I met this beautiful gang-

ZAYN: "Man, you're mighty flirty today."

NIALL: (muffles his laughter) "Innit?"

LIAM: "Shut up-I am right, the right-est. I win. Bye. That is all." (turns back around, cuddles his
pillow) "I'm gonna victory sleep until twelve then get pancakes to celebrate."

HARRY: (disappointed) "Louis..."

LOUIS: (not meeting his eyes) "...I didn't think I'd end up calling you..." (angry at himself)
"Should've guessed as much with how pathetic I've gotten these days, should have known..."
(motions at the boys) "Definitely didn't think any of this would happen."

HARRY: "What did you think would happen?"

LOUIS: (sad) "I'd feel better. It'd relax me...I don't know. Wasn't really thinking at all, I suppose. I
just needed a break. I needed to stop thinking. That's the point of weed, I'd say...when you do it
right, when you don't wake up in bed with your mates."
HARRY: (bites his lip, caresses the inside of Louis' wrist with his thumb) "Don't do it again...
Please."

LOUIS: (cracks a smile) "What, you were worried about me?"

HARRY: (serious) "Yes, Louis, I was. I had a panic attack. It wasn't a good time."

LOUIS: (guilty) "Yikes." (not thinking) "Remind me not to call you for help next time I go nuts."

HARRY: (winces slightly) "Yeah..." (looks down) "That's what I learned too..."

LOUIS: "...It was a joke-"

HARRY: (interjecting, pissed) "It was not a joke. It was very dangerous and...and painful for me to
witness."

LOUIS: "Niall will teach you how to handle it next time. He sees me puke a lot. He'll show you how
to diaper me without freaking out yourself."

NIALL: (murmured, not moving from where his face is mushed against Zayn's shoulder) "Not
funny, Louis..."

ZAYN: "Very not funny. I didn't get ass because of this."

LIAM: (cheeky) "You sure about that, Zayn-train."

ZAYN: (amused, teasing) "I didn't get clean, waxed ass because of this."

LOUIS: (glad to distract himself) "Niall bleaches his pubes so you're halfway there."
NIALL: "Tomlinson!" (squishing his red face against Zayn's back) "How could you?"

ZAYN: (reaches backwards to slap Niall's side teasingly) "That so, blondie? Got a new carpet to
match the curtains or what?"

LIAM: (laughing loudly in the background) "Sounds like it hurts."

ZAYN: "Sounds like my aesthetic, really."

HARRY: (both Niall and Liam die laughing, Louis smiles at them but Harry still looks angry) "It
wasn't funny. In fact, it was quite traumatic..."

LOUIS: "Oh, come on! We're sleeping five people in a bed and I live. Can we not make this a
funeral? I didn't pack a suit for that anyway. And I'd rather watch Zayn braid Niall's pubes-He
doesn't believe in man-scaping, you should know."

NIALL: (embarrassed) "Throw yourself off a cliff, asswipe."

HARRY: (shakes his head in disappointment, crawls back to his original position on the bed)
"Yeah, okay."

LOUIS: (shoulders falling) "Harry, come on."

HARRY: "Get back to sleep. It's so early."

LOUIS: (pouts adorably but Harry doesn't even glance twice) "But I'm not sweepy..."

HARRY: "Do whatever then. Some of us slept less than two hours."
LIAM: "Word. I'm out."

NIALL: (breathed out) "Same."

LOUIS: (sitting there idly, watching as Harry closes his eyes and snuggles to his side, facing Zayn
this time) "Isn't anyone going to explain the rest of the story?"

LIAM: "Later. That's brunch talk."

ZAYN: (blinks his eyes open, touches Harry's cheek, whispered) "You okay?"

HARRY: (opens his eyes, shrugs, clearly not okay) "Whatever."

ZAYN: (mouths) "Sure?" (Harry shrugs again, Zayn smoothes the top of this hair) "We'll talk about
it later." (Harry nods, both close their eyes again, Zayn doesn't pull his hand away from where it's
gently tugging Harry's curls)

LOUIS: (glaring at the sheets as he makes his way back to the middle in between Liam and Harry)
"Bit cramped, lads..." (no one replies, Louis lays on his back, stares at the ceiling, biting his lip,
looking troubled) "Can someone at least turn on the AC or must I also bathe in your sweat for this
bonding ritual?"

LIAM: (pats blindly on the bedside table until he finds the remote, pushes at buttons until a beep is
heard) "There, quiet now."

LOUIS: (sighs his bangs out of his face, squirms a little until finally he gets the courage to turn to
his side to spoon Harry, one of his hands pushes Zayn's hand away, replaces it with his own, Zayn
opens his eyes to raise an eyebrow at him, Louis kisses Harry's shoulder in response, wraps the
arm around Harry's waist and pulls him closer, cuddling in his back, whispers) "He's mine."

ZAYN: (rolls his eyes before closing them again) "Do something about it then."
LOUIS: "I am."

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Why is Harry angry?

=================

78. Lonely

Chapter 78: Lonely

Scene 1

[Louis' Room, Walt Disney Hotel, Orlando, 3:14pm, Fanfic Written By An AO3 Kid]

ZAYN: (entering the balcony where Louis is smoking alone) "I think you should apologize."

LOUIS: (turns around) "Huh?"

ZAYN: (leans on the railing next to him) "Harry. I think you should apologize to him." (lighting his
cigarette) "I think he needs to hear it or he'll be moping for the rest of the week."

LOUIS: (tries to lighten the mood) "Apologize for what?" (chuckles) "Almost dying on him?"

ZAYN: (not having it) "Yeah. Exactly that."

LOUIS: "I didn't know victims needed to do that. I thought people were grateful just to have them
be alive..." (Zayn rolls his eyes in annoyance) "Besides, I did not die, wasn't even close. I had a
bad trip-That's nothing. We've all been there." (running his mouth) "He should know what with the
shit-ton of drugs he's tried like-" (catches himself, looks horrified) "I-I mean..."

ZAYN: "I know."

LOUIS: (feels horrible) "I don't know why I assumed that-It was a chance guess-"

ZAYN: (looks at him) "Harry has tried every drug on the market, including heroin, I know, Ed
knows, his mom knows. He's not good at hiding these things. Everyone knows but we pretend not
to for his sake because he felt so embarrassed afterwards and it took him months to believe he's a
good person again." (Louis doesn't look comforted) "Relax, I won't tell him you almost slipped up-"

LOUIS: "That's still a shit thing to do on my part..."

ZAYN: (shrugs) "You're not well..." (taps his own forehead, cigarette between his fingers) "Up
here. You haven't been well..."

LOUIS: "Yeah..." (silence, lingering, smoking, evading) "Why do you think I should apologize?"

ZAYN: "Because Harry didn't take it well at all. He genuinely broke down."

LOUIS: "He really had a panic attack?"

ZAYN: "Yes, and he called Ed and when Ed called me he thought you had died with how bad
Harry sounded and I thought Harry had died with how bad Ed sounded."

LOUIS: (still trying to joke around) "It reached New York then, wow. I'm a celebrity. Didn't know I
was this important. My life matters to people in two states then? Hashtag winning."
ZAYN: "It's not funny, Louis. How many people need to tell you that?"

LOUIS: "Everything is funny if you want it to be. Better have it be funny then depressing, right?"

ZAYN: (frustrated) "It took us half an hour to detach your body from Harry's hands long enough to
check on you and he was crying the whole time, sobbing and out of breath, and everyone just lost
their shit. Niall was crying. Liam was crying. It wasn't fucking funny."

LOUIS: (stunned) "But you guys were laughing today..."

ZAYN: "What were we supposed to do? We never know when to confront you about stuff. But
don't let that fool you, yesterday was horrible. We didn't know whether to call the ambulance-We
didn't want you to lose your job if they found drugs in your system. But you looked so bad and no
one had any idea what was happening or if you'd make it through the night."

LOUIS: (winces) "I'm glad you didn't call the ambulance" (sighs) "God, that bad then. He saw me
like that? In that state?"

ZAYN: "He was worse, trust me. Had one of his longest panic attacks to date. Even Ed couldn't
calm him down and it didn't help that every time we touched you, you screamed for him." (Louis
looks defenseless, caught off guard, Zayn sighs) "That's why we stayed. We couldn't leave him
alone."

LOUIS: (horrified)"God."

ZAYN: "So apologize and reassure him or he'll..."

LOUIS: (worried) "He'll what?"

ZAYN: (shrugs) "I don't even know. He'll worry every moment he's not with you until it becomes
too overwhelming-"
LOUIS: (hurt) "Then he'll quit."

ZAYN: "Or he'll just quit without all that because he thinks he's not cut out for this."

LOUIS: "For what? Taking care of dumb, ungrateful idiots who have no future ahead of them and
find ways to make everyone miserable, make everyone hate them?"

ZAYN: "If you're gonna be self-deprecating, call Niall. I'm filled to the brim with Harry's self-
loathing, I can't do any more." (to himself) "You know maybe he's right, maybe you two together
are bad-"

LOUIS: (broken, whispered) "What?"

ZAYN: "Together as friends, relax."

LOUIS: (shakes his head) "No, not that. He said that? He said we're not good together? We're not
good friends?"

ZAYN: "He thinks he's not...strong enough for this, for helping you out. He thinks last night proved
that. When push comes to shove, when you really need him, he can't do what needs to be done."
(thoughtful, sad) "And I agree, I think... He's still that baby Ed tucked in bed-"

LOUIS: "He's not."

ZAYN: "Then why was his first instinct to call Ed? Why was he having a panic attack when you
could have been dying?"

LOUIS: "I wasn't dying! Stop saying that-Stop making him feel like shit, like he's responsible for
this. I wasn't going to die. Why are you putting this on him like this?"
ZAYN: "But if you were dying, he'd rather die with you then save you."

LOUIS: (shocked, trying to recover) "This was an accident." (desperate) "It proves nothing."
(emotional) "I'll apologize and I'll make sure to never do something like this to him again. I'll lay off
drugs-This is about me, not him. I'm the one that needs to change."

ZAYN: (throws the cigarette out) "I don't know if that's the kind of change needed here, Louis."

Scene 2

[Louis' Room, Walt Disney Hotel, Orlando, 9:14pm, Fanfic Written By An Quizilla Kid]

HARRY: (lingering in the hallway of Louis' room, next to the door) "I'm gonna go take a shower
now then catch up on some sleep."

LOUIS: (looks away from his game) "Oh...Your room?"

HARRY: "Yeah." (uncomfortable) "Need to do some dishes too... Clean up." (rambling) "Laundry,
yeah, need to do laundry-just be a productive human being in general."

LOUIS: "Ah..." (pauses the game, stands up to walk to Harry) "I'll see you tomorrow?"

HARRY: "Yup." (turns around speedily) "I'll uh...call you when I'm about to leave for work."

LOUIS: (struggling to say something) "Uh, sure, yeah do that."

HARRY: "Cool." (opens the door, turns back around) "I'll see you later then? Good night?"

LOUIS: (purses his lips before opening them, closing them, then finally, with difficulty, very quiet)
"I'm sorry."
HARRY: "Hmm?"

LOUIS: "I am sorry. About today. About how today went."

HARRY: "It's fine, I needed a lazy day-Didn't have anything planned anyway."

LOUIS: "No, I mean..." (pained) "You know what I mean, right?" (Harry looks lost) "I mean, the
whole...last night...ordeal. That weird-ness... I'm sorry for putting you through that."

HARRY: "Ah... Yeah... That thing... Yeah... It's uh, it's okay." (they look at each other awkwardly)
"I'll uh...let you sleep. You must be tired." (turns around again, touches the door handle) "Feel
better, drink lots of fluids."

LOUIS: "You gonna be awkward again now?"

HARRY: "Hmm?"

LOUIS: "About us and stuff. You're gonna go back to that? You feel weird?"

HARRY: (immediately) "No, no."

LOUIS: "I feel weird, I mean, I don't know what you saw last night..." (nervous) "What I said or if I
just...humiliated myself..." (scoffs) "Well, more than just being utterly pathetic and crying... More
than that. I don't know how much I sucked as a person but yeah, I don't blame you, I guess. For
being pissed this morning too. I was a twat and I just...I didn't know...I still don't. I don't know. I feel
bad." (hands in his pockets, vulnerable) "Must have been weird. Wish you hadn't seen that."
(embarrassed, touching his hair) "God, I feel so uncomfortable."

HARRY: "You didn't seem to have a problem with the boys... You were fine talking to them... Did I
do some-"
LOUIS: "I don't really care what the boys think of me."

HARRY: "And you care what I think of you?"

LOUIS: (sad smile) "Yeah. Quite a bit, actually." (rubbing one of his arms, looking down) "This is
very embarrassing for me."

HARRY: "I don't think of you any differently. Happens to everyone, right?"

LOUIS: "Right..." (biting his lip, wary) "Has it happened to you...ever?"

HARRY: (stiffens, closes off) "...Has happened to everyone."

LOUIS: (nods) "Right. Probably not a fun topic to talk about."

HARRY: "Not really, no."

LOUIS: "I guess I just wanna say I'm sorry I made this uncomfortable between us. I feel like a dick-
head."

HARRY: "It's not uncomfortable." (shrugs) "We're both just tired, that's all. Long day." (puts on a
superficial smile) "It'll be back to normal tomorrow."

LOUIS: (chewing on his lip, squirming, fidgeting with his clothes) "Right..." (blurts) "Was I
disgusting?"

HARRY: "Huh?"
LOUIS: (visibly insecure) "Yesterday, was I just-Did I puke-Was it gross? Did I puke on you, I do
that a lot but god, I'm mortified at the thought of you witnessing it and I know this sounds so petty
right now but I'm just worried and I don't remember anything so I'm coming up with a million
different scenarios of what happened in my mind, which doesn't help at all." (emotional) "You're
looking at me differently and I want to know what changed-Like are you disgusted, what the hell
did I do?"

HARRY: (softens)"Lou..." (walks towards him, cups his face to make him look up) "You were
laying on the floor, not responding to me even though you were awake. You did not puke. You did
not poop. You did not say anything embarrassing. I had a panic attack. Zayn came in, held me
together, told me you'd be okay. We put you on the bed. I hugged you, talked you to sleep and we
woke up today. That's it."

LOUIS: "That's it?"

HARRY: "That's it. Nothing else. Nothing has changed when it comes to how amazing I think you
are."

LOUIS: (touched) "Then why...?"

HARRY: (pulls away, walks back towards the door, sad) "I just...don't think I'm good enough-"

LOUIS: "That's not true."

HARRY: (shrugs) "Last night was more about me than you, I think." (about to leave) "More about
who I am, who I can be to people... And I can't be someone that makes you smile-"

LOUIS: "That's not true! Are you dumb?" (Harry winces) "That's not fucking true. You make me
smile every day-"

HARRY: (shaking his head, defeated) "I don't think you get it..."
LOUIS: (loud) "Of course, I do. I do and you're wrong. You're so wrong." (Harry is still walking
away, almost at the door, Louis breaks, strangled) "Don't go back to him!"

HARRY: "Who?"

LOUIS: "He's not good for you. He's not better for you-Don't pick him over me."

HARRY: "I'm not picking anyone, Louis. I don't want anyone right now. I want to be me for a bit-or
have a me to be in the first place. Something that's not tied to another person. I don't wanna be
Ed's baby or Zayn's baby or your baby. I don't wanna be anyone's anything. Just wanna be me."
(teary-eyed, Louis is shocked) "Because I am so tired of feeling this helpless... and used." (leaves,
door closes shut behind him)

***

NOTE: So, sad chapter. Doesn't really put you in the mood to celebrate but hear me out,
characters are like feather pillows, you have to smack them into shape with a wooden stick for
them to work.

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: How did the incident change the dynamic of their relationship?
What does Louis feel now? What does Harry feel?

=================

79. Love

A/N: This chapter was one of my absolute favorites to write so I really hope it is one of your
favorites to read. I thought I'd have them mope longer but no, the characters stepped up and said,
"That's not us. We do things differently. We do things like this." And I was like, "You do you, bro."

PLEASE REMEMBER: the difference between "love" and "in love". This book constantly
emphasizes it.
***

Chapter 79: Love

Scene 1: Niall x Louis

LOUIS: (abruptly sits down at the table Niall is eating lunch on) "Hey, tosser, I need to ask you a
question."

NIALL: (chewing on his food) "Shoot. Unless it's 'can I have one' because in that case, no you may
not. My food."

LOUIS: (ignores him) "That night, the bad night as Liam calls it, you remember that night?"

NIALL: "It was a week ago, of course I do. Why bring it up?"

LOUIS: "I was wondering...And I've asked all the boys because I'm trying to get the least bias and
distorted narrative."

NIALL: "Since you can't remember shit."

LOUIS: "Since I can't remember shit, yeah. It'd help a lot if I could piece it together, like have a
general sense of what..." (trying to play it casual) "The hell I was blabbering about." (winks at him)
"Who knows might give me some Freudian epiphany on my long-dormant, mommy issues."

NIALL: (snorts) "I bet."

LOUIS: "So? What did I say? Give it to me straight. Give me the story as if you were that person
next to the judge, wearing mom jeans and coding the entire conversation. You'd do well with that
job too since you love being generally useless and saying 'I told you so'."

NIALL: "I'm gonna choose to ignore that comment and just throw it in the bag of 'I-can't-believe-
you-said-that-but-I'll-get-you-back-real-soon', like when you told everyone I had blond pubes..."
(through grit teeth) "Which was supposed to be a secret."

LOUIS: "By the sounds of that morning you had already revealed your secret and your pubes to
every boy in that room. It was as flirty as a frat."

NIALL: "I won't comment on that either, as an ex-frat boy."

LOUIS: "Frats are forever actually so you'll never escape that reputation, vomit-swimmer."

NIALL: "That was once. I was trying to—you know what, I'm not even gonna defend it anymore.
What's done is done. I've held a couple cocks, swam in some puke, you know? Who hasn't?"

LOUIS: (grinning) "Cocks."

NIALL: "Chickens."

LOUIS: (amused) "Just tell me the damn story and I'll get out of your face. Leave you eat your
cock-tenders in peace."

NIALL: "An offer I cannot refuse..." (Louis pretends to get comfortable in his seat) "Right. What
were you saying? Is that the question? What happened?" (purses his lips in thought) "Well, take
into account we came in fairly late in the progression because the call for help had to play
telephone from here to New York and back..."

LOUIS: "Yeah, yeah. Drop the prologue. Hero enters the room, that's you, what happened next?
What was I saying more specifically, because we've already decided I was having a bad trip and
cuddling with the carpet."
NIALL: "You were saying... I don't know..."

LOUIS: "What? What was I saying?"

NIALL: "You were not yourself. You weren't making sense."

LOUIS: (insistent) "What did I say? What were the exact words?"

NIALL: (lost) "There were too many boys in the room?"

LOUIS: "Huh?"

NIALL: "You kept repeating that there were too many boys in the room and that it made you feel
uncomfortable and that you wanted it to be just you and Harry because he's the only one you
really felt safe with... He's the only one you could bear touching you."

LOUIS: (has stopped breathing) "Anything else?"

NIALL: "You...really did not take well to Liam."

LOUIS: "What do you mean?"

NIALL: "He...triggered you? Uh, I don't know...It was all very messy and wet..." (chuckles) "Lots of
us were crying for no reason... Well, I was drunk because it was Friday night and you know how I
cry when drunk—happy cry, sad cry—"

LOUIS: (interjecting) "Niall. What do you mean he triggered me? What happened?" (hidden panic)
"What did I say?"
NIALL: "Nothing. You just thrashed whenever he touched you and said you hated people like him
and—I'm going to assume you meant something else, like whatever you were hallucinating about
because Liam's a sweetheart and you and him are actually cool but—"

LOUIS: (rapid) "I meant something else."

NIALL: "Yeah?" (not catching on to how tense Louis looks, still in hypotheticals) "I think so too."

LOUIS: "No, I like Liam. He's...he's...I like him. I don't know why I did that."

NIALL: (raising his eyebrows, under his breath) "Something tells me you do..."

LOUIS: (hears it but ignores it) "What else? Give me everything.'

NIALL: "I don't know... We didn't get to talk to you much. We couldn't touch you. You reacted really
badly if anyone did. You were scared. That was the theme of the night. You were terrified and you
were clinging to Harry as much as he was clinging to you."

LOUIS: "Did I say anything about him?"

NIALL: (major discomfort) "Eh, you were not yourself..."

LOUIS: (smacks his hand on the table) "Niall!"

NIALL: "You were saying lots of things about everything, about random things, just, just how drunk
people get."

LOUIS: "Niall, I'm begging you, get to the point."

NIALL: "You said..." (stalls) "Uh... you...loved...him?"

LOUIS: (mortified) "Are you...shitting me?!"

NIALL: "No. I'm fairly sure I'm not. But I'm as surprised as you, trust me."

LOUIS: (harsh whisper) "Why did no one mention this?"

NIALL: "No one meaning...Harry? That would be awkward, I'd think."

LOUIS: (blurting without meaning to) "Did he say it back?!"

NIALL: "Louis, you were hallucinating..."

LOUIS: "I was not. Weed doesn't make you hallucinate."

NIALL: "Alright, but you weren't in your right mind."

LOUIS: "What did he do about it? What did he do with that?"

NIALL: "Nothing. He kissed you on the forehead and told you he had you. He wasn't weird about
it. We all say dumb shit when we're drunk and you were beyond drunk."

LOUIS: "Right..."

NIALL: "Once I told Ashton that I'd pile him and all his friends on top of each other like Jenga and
worship them with kisses and flowers."

LOUIS: (disturbed) "That... I don't even wanna know." (worried) "Do you think it freaked him out?"
NIALL: (blinks as if Louis is stupid) "No. I don't. And you probably do love him." (Louis freezes)
"The same way I love you and Zayn loves Harry and Harry loves Zayn and Harry loves you and
Liam loves himself and occasionally Zayn when he's not creepily fawning upon everything Zayn
does. We all love each other. That's what that night was really about. How close we are. Squad
goals."

LOUIS: (half-smiles) "You're right. I'm being dumb. I'm being freshman-year-me again. I'm
thankful."

NIALL: (smirking) "Less formal, please."

LOUIS: (rolls his eyes) "You did me a great service. I appreciate your efforts and existence.
Brethren goals."

NIALL: (amused) "Come on now...Come on."

LOUIS: (groaning) "Thank."

NIALL: "Thank what?"

LOUIS: "...you. Thank you. Thank you for being there and here."

NIALL: "Did that hurt that much?"

LOUIS: "Yes actually, a piece of my cool-ness fell off." (leans forward, cheeky) "But really now,
show your pubes." (whiny) "You promised!"

NIALL: "Go to hell where you belong."

LOUIS: "I showed you mine when they were blue."

NIALL: (closes his eyes slowly, almost burdened, shudder) "That did happen. God, I had wiped
that off my memory with bleach..."

LOUIS: "Speaking of which—"

NIALL: "Will you pay for my lunch?"

LOUIS: (screaming) "Niall shows pubes in exchange for lunch money!" (people look back)

NIALL: (unimpressed) "You done now?"

LOUIS: (grinning, pulls out his wallet) "It's pube time."

Scene 2: Harry x Zayn

ZAYN: (phone call) "I know what you're trying to do. But you're not going about it right. Pouting
isn't what will get you there. Neither is being a bitch to me because you think I'll give up on you
and you'll be forced to be on your own. You wanna be an adult. Great. That's more than fine with
me. But why are you acting like a child to be one? Adults talk. They don't whine and push people
away."

HARRY: (voice trembling) "You suffocate me."

ZAYN: (taken aback) "When have I ever been there just for the sake of it, without you calling me?"

HARRY: "I don't know...I don't—that's the problem. I always call you. You're too dependable and
you make being dependent easy."

ZAYN: "What do you want me to do?" (pissed now) "You know you and Ed both just push this on
me because you need someone to blame for the grapes going sour. And it's becoming a bit
frustrating to be blamed so long for the failure of a relationship I wasn't even part of." (softer) "I
tried everything for you, H. Don't make me pay for that."

HARRY: (regretfully) "You're right... That was the problem, I think. That night proved to me that
you'd do everything for me and I have subconsciously used that knowledge to my advantage ever
since. I'm trying not to use you. I'm trying to be a better friend. We haven't been on equal ground
all this time and you deserve better."

Scene 3: Harry x Louis

HARRY: (mid-conversation, Harry's room) "I just really wish you'd stop bringing that up."

LOUIS: "But I want to talk about it—"

HARRY: "I don't. I just want to let it fade away in the back of my mind. It was one event. Let it not
define our relationship."

LOUIS: "But...it is doing just that. It is making this worse for us to guess and constantly
misunderstand each other."

HARRY: "I don't...There's nothing to it. I told you I didn't let it affect how I look at you."

LOUIS: (scoffs) "Right. You know what this sounds like, Haz. It sounds like me trying to open up
and you putting a hand over my mouth because you know what you'll hear will upset you."

HARRY: "...It also sounds like you opening up because you think you have to. I don't want to hear
your past as an excuse. It's not fair to you. I want to hear those stories when it makes sense for
them to come up and when you don't feel like telling me is some unspoken ultimatum."

LOUIS: (suddenly) "Do you love Zayn?"

HARRY: "What?"

LOUIS: "Answer the question."

HARRY: "Yeah, I do. He's one of my best friends and I love him a lot."

LOUIS: (flustered) "I also for you like that."

HARRY: "What?"

LOUIS: "I share those sentiments towards you, the sentiments you have for Zayn. I feel them for
you—they are felt inside my heart for our friendship. My heart Zayn-s for you."

HARRY: "What the f*ck are you talking about?"

LOUIS: "You are my Zayn. I have Zayn feelings for you. I Zayn you."

HARRY: (blinks) "You love me like Zayn loves me? Or you love me like I love Zayn? Because
those are a bit different."

LOUIS: (quickly) "I don't love you."

HARRY: "But you just—"

LOUIS: "Look, I don't love you. I just..."

HARRY: (amused, finishing his sentence) "Love you?"

LOUIS: (jumps up) "Don't say it like that!" (flushed) "Don't say it with the 'L' word because it
confuses people."

HARRY: "What people? It's just the two of us here."

LOUIS: "Well, yes, It confuses the two of us. Me, it confuses me. I never say the L-word though I
L-word Niall too but I never say it. Maybe with Ashton but because he's like my brother and you're
like...not that...like Zayn."

HARRY: "You know, I really don't think Zayn is the appropriate person to mention in this
conversation."

LOUIS: "Well, why not?"

HARRY: (purposely) "Because I've had his lovely, thick d*ck up my ass, Louis."

LOUIS: (flinches, gulps, flustered, high-pitched) "Right. That. I knew that. I knew that Zayn thing.
Of course, I knew that. And you should know I don't wish to have my d*ck up your ass—Not that
you asked or anything but I mean, I understand why Zayn would be a bad choice of—of, you
know, how did that even work out? Like how did he get an erection? Why would he get an
erection? Did you like that, does size matter? Does girth matter? Is it the same for girls and
gays?...I don't know why I'm still talking—Really, I don't... Would Zayn f*ck Niall? Would Zayn f*ck
me? Does Zayn f*ck everyone? Would you f*ck me?" (hyperventilating) "Just random, random
questions I ask at times to myself, for no reason, other than you know, philosophy. Does this
window open? Can we open this window? Do you think I can fit my body through this window so I
can like, not be here or alive after this?"

HARRY: (stunned) "I'd f*ck you."

LOUIS: "What?!"

HARRY: "I mean...I don't know why that was the only thing that stood out in that paragraph."
(gulps) "Hypothetically, I'd f*ck you. In this world of...of...uh, hypotheticals, you'd be very f*ck-able.
In general, I'm sure you f*ck lots of people, womens, women people. I'm certain."

LOUIS: "...I don't know what we're talking about."

HARRY: "Me neither. I'm about to die from shame..." (red as a tomato) "And I have a boner."

LOUIS: "Great." (trying not to look at Harry's pants, failing, going back and forth from his face to
his pants) "Wow, it's uh real. Right there. It's...wow."

HARRY: (barely holding in his laughter) "Yup, I am a male with a p*nis. It is in my pants because
that's where those usually are."

LOUIS: "I can see that. Is everyone in this squad uh...bigger than me?"

HARRY: "Yes, you're very tiny and short."

LOUIS: "Harry..."

HARRY: (through chuckles of embarrassment) "I could check? I could check for comparison, for
research purposes. You should know though, competition is stiff—Quite literally."

LOUIS: "I think this conversation will traumatize me for eternity."

HARRY: "Liam's huge and Zayn's thick and—"

LOUIS: "—And kill me now."

HARRY: "And I have the biggest d*ck of the group!"

LOUIS: "Why am I not dead yet?"

HARRY: "I'm very proud of it."

LOUIS: "Like, please, anyone, just, just shoot me. Anyone? NASA, if you're listening to this right
now, aim a satellite over my head and just—"

HARRY: "Zayn's says it's beautiful."

LOUIS: "—Laser me to the ground, please."

HARRY: "I'm glad we had this talk." (sassy) "It cleared every misunderstanding."

LOUIS: (blinks at him once, walks towards the kitchen, starts opening and closing drawers loudly,
Harry comes in, raises an eyebrow) "Oh, this? I was just looking for the bread knives to stab
myself with. Any idea where those might be?"

HARRY: (points) "Third drawer down. I'd go with a meat knife though." (winks, still blushed)
"Sharper."

Scene 4: Texting Thread

[LOUIS] Do me a favor and don't reply until I tell you to, okay?

[HARRY] Okay.

[LOUIS] Here it goes.

[LOUIS] That Time I Got Drunk & Needed To Be Drive Home (x2, x3, x5)
[LOUIS] The Next Morning.

[LOUIS] Fault In Our Stars.

[LOUIS] That Time I Got Ebola.

[LOUIS] That Other Time I Got Ebola.

[LOUIS] All the Times You Made Me Hangover Breakfast.

[LOUIS] All The Times You Made Me Pick-Me-Up Vegan Cookies.

[LOUIS] That Time I Burned Down Your House.

[LOUIS] Me Freaking Out About How My Mom Sucks & Yours Is Awesome.

[LOUIS] Me Freaking Out About Watching Up.

[LOUIS] Me Freaking Out.

[LOUIS] Sandy and Josh Being Bitches (this probably needs more than one line)

[LOUIS] Starbucks Panic Attack.

[LOUIS] = times you've come through for me.

[LOUIS] Now your turn to list times you haven't.

[LOUIS] Still want to wallow in self-pity? Because I have a lot more of where those came from.

[LOUIS] Ever since I met you, you've been nothing but a shining light for me and I'm texting this
because I can't bear to say it to your face because I struggle to accept it because I hate how much
I need you almost as much as I love it because I feel so bad to be a burden to anyone because I
suck at acknowledging my mistakes because I think accepting them in front of you will make you
see them and you'll leave me once you realize how much I truly suck as a person because I have
a fear, a phobia or people leaving because it has happened since the day I was born and
goddammit, Harry, I'm not losing you too.

[LOUIS] I get it, you wanna be strong. I more than get it. I want it for you. But please don't forget
all the strength you already have. Don't let one stupid trigger define who you are. For every
example of weakness you can give, I can give ten where you showed none of it.

[LOUIS] And because this is the longest I've been serious and sentimental...

[LOUIS] I'll show you mine if you show me yours. ;)

[LOUIS] (I mean triggers but we can negotiate other things)

[LOUIS] Bye.

[LOUIS] You may speak.

[LOUIS] The cone of silence has been lifted.

[HARRY] Wow.

[HARRY] I think I just died because I've met an angel.

[LOUIS] ...

[LOUIS] I won't be screen-shotting that part because you ruined my perfect speech.

[LOUIS] I'll pretend you said something smart and meaningful.

[HARRY] And I'll pretend you're mine forever and I'll never have to let you go.

[HARRY] Is that acceptable?

[LOUIS] What, the cheese or the sentiment?

[HARRY] Both.

[LOUIS] Eh, I'll live.

[HARRY] Do you L-word me?

[LOUIS] You're pushing it, Styles.

[HARRY] Do you????

[HARRY] DO YOU????????

[HARRY] ANSWER ME!

[LOUIS] No.
[LOUIS] Psh, thirsty doe wanna get all up on my glorious antlers, like pls, Bambi, I have stag-pride
to defend. Go eat some grass or something.

[HARRY] Your ass is grass. ;)

[LOUIS] You know what?

[LOUIS] I am so done with you and your disrespect. Go away forever.

***

SQUEEEEEEEL, THEY ARE SO ADORABLE AND JUST AGREE WITH ME HERE I NEVER
FANGIRL AND THIS CHAPTER JUST MADE ME GROW OVARIES.

Still, don't take this as an admission of romantic love because that's not how I meant it. All they've
done is acknowledge how deeply they care for each other and addressed Louis' issue with the
word.

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Favorite part? I don't know, man. I need to fangirl.

=================

80. Luminary

MOOD: "Breathe Me" by Sia

***

Chapter 80: Luminary

[Some Cafe, Disney Village in Orlando, 2:29pm, Oops Needs Hi]

ASHTON: (they've just settled down in a table, to Harry) "It was nice finally meeting you. I'm
surprised we didn't meet earlier, I've seen you around and such. Would have approached you had
I known you were the infamous Harry Styles."

HARRY: (awkward chuckle) "I'm not that surprised. I don't normally interact much with humans..."

ASHTON: "Mhm. Sandy said as much. He told me the story of how you guys fell in love..." (Harry
laughs) "How you courted him with hopes of beer and female underwear?" (reaches over towards
Louis' pack of cigarettes laying on the table, pulls one out) "He said you need to warm up to
people before you show your filth-" (Louis slaps his hand on top of the pack and pulls it away from
Ashton before he can grab it, both Harry and Ashton jump slightly in their seats, confused, to
Louis) "Chill a bit, yeah? The hell's up with you?"

HARRY: (glances at Louis warily before extending Ashton his pack) "...Yeah, took a while with
Sandy and the boys." (notices the silence stretches, hurries to fill it up) "Do you surf? You look like
you surf. You look Australian. Aren't you Australian? You are, right? Like Luke? You like Luke?
You like surfing?"

ASHTON: (raises an eyebrow, hand paused next to Harry's pack) "I surf once in a while, yes, and
like Luke on rare occasions."(pulls out a cigarette) "Thanks." (motioning towards Louis) "What's up
with thundercloud over here? He's on his man-period again?"

LOUIS: (unamused) "When did you start smoking?"

ASHTON: "When did you start caring?" (puts the cigarette between his lips) "You said it yourself,
everyone who works for Disney starts eventually..."

LOUIS: (reaches over, rips it from his lips before he can light it) "No."

ASHTON: (startled) "You need to take it easy, man."

HARRY: (under his breath) "Lou, calm down." (gingerly, to Ashton) "Want...another?"

ASHTON: "Nah, Louis has decided to be controlling today."

LOUIS: "Because I don't let you kill yourself?"

ASHTON: "Because you're hypocritical."

HARRY: "Guys?"

LOUIS: "I'm addicted. I have no choice. You do."

ASHTON: "Do I? Because you seemed pretty keen on making it for me."

HARRY: "Guys."

LOUIS: "I will make it for you if you don't know how to choose right yourself."

ASHTON: "Thank you, father. Any more tips on how to be a little bitch? You seem to be good at
it."

LOUIS: "Not bad yourself, Ashton. You're learning."

ASHTON: (sarcastic) "From the best."

LOUIS: "Damn right."

HARRY: "Guys..."

LOUIS / ASHTON: (both) "What?!"

HARRY: "...I was going to say, let's talk about something else. Like the weather. How 'bout this
weather, eh?"

LOUIS: (taps his fingers restlessly on the table) "Yeah, this weather. It's getting hot. Very hot."

ASHTON: "June. What'd you expect? Honeymooners will be here soon. Favorite time of the year.
Lots of good tips. Finally gonna get myself a surfboard-Did you say you surf?"

HARRY: "Yeah. I'm okay..."

LOUIS: "You suck."

ASHTON: "Yo, can you let people live?"

LOUIS: "Are you gonna get defensive over everything now?"

ASHTON: "Says the guy freaking out over a cigarette."

LOUIS: "We already had this conversation."

HARRY: (above their voices) "So, the weather!"

LOUIS: "Speaking of which, aren't you dying in that?" (referring to Ashton's long-sleeved, baseball
tee)
ASHTON: (sharp) "I'm fine."

HARRY: (notices, tries to distract them) "When I went surfing..."

LOUIS: "Long-sleeves in ninety degree weather?"

ASHTON: (giving him a meaningful look) "Fine, I said."

HARRY: (to himself since the boys are too busy arguing with each other)"Does this always go
this...un-smoothly?"

LOUIS: (easing up a bit, lowering his guard) "Ash, I have to talk to you about something..."

ASHTON: "Huh?" (Harry absentmindedly touches one of Ashton's forearms on top the shirt,
Ashton yanks it back immediately) "Uh... what are you doing?"

HARRY: (looks down, guilty) "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. Did I hurt you?"

ASHTON: (slowly, dread) "What is he talking about, Louis?"

LOUIS: (looks at the table too) "Did he?"

ASHTON: (through his teeth) "Did he what exactly?"

LOUIS: "Hurt you?"

ASHTON: (catching on) "Louis..."

LOUIS: "I told him..."

ASHTON: (pulling his arms to himself, under the table) "Told him what?" (fidgeting with his long
sleeves, grasping the end in each fist) "Told him what?"

LOUIS: (braces himself) "I told him that you..." (voice shaking, Harry's hand lands on his knee
underneath the table) "That you self-harm..."

ASHTON: (stunned)"I don't like this conversation..."

LOUIS: "I was supposed to tell you-I talked to Simon and, and he mentioned-I was supposed to
tell you three weeks ago and I'm running out of time...I don't know anymore how to do this,
when...I pushed it so long-"

ASHTON: (trying to keep his voice low) "Simon? What?" (jokingly) "What is this, some sort of
intervention?"

LOUIS: (half-shrugs) "Not quite..."

ASHTON: (smile drops, getting louder) "In a public cafe? With this stranger I just met-" (to Harry)
"No offense." (to Louis) "You..." (trying to grasp it) "What are you doing? This isn't what we do-This
isn't how we talk about this-You're supposed to warn me-Not set me up like this."

LOUIS: (wringing his hands) "I didn't mean for it to seem like I'm trapping you. That's not what I
wanted at all. I was going to come over several times but I felt as if..." (takes a deep breath) "As if
we would both lose it if it went that way-I wouldn't be able to speak..." (pleading) "I just got
overwhelmed and he's my best friend and I needed someone so I told him. I'm sorr-"

ASHTON: (smacking the table, Harry startles) "It wasn't your secret to tell! You outed me when I
trusted you."

LOUIS: (blurting) "Wasn't exactly much of a secret anyway..."

ASHTON: (threatening) "What?"

HARRY: (gulping) "Louis, maybe we should take this somewhere else."

ASHTON: "What is this about, Louis? Other than humiliating me like I'm some piece of garbage..."

LOUIS: "I didn't mean..." (drops it, opens his mouth, closes it, bites his lip in frustration, struggling
visibly) "I didn't want-I just...I need to talk to you."

ASHTON: (pointing at Harry) "Why is he here then? Why are we out here?" (voice cracking) "Why
did you tell me you wanted me to meet your friend? You lied."

HARRY: "Louis, let's move." (stands up, uncomfortable) "Let's pay."

LOUIS: (grabs his shirt) "No, sit down. I'm not about to drag this another episode. I cannot live with
this in the back of my mind anymore. I haven't slept in days." (Harry sits, Louis forces his voice to
be stoic, straight-forward) "Ash, this is an intervention. Simon wants me to do this and I sort of
have to. For your own good."

ASHTON: (in disbelief, shakes his head) "You know what, fuck you... I'm not doing this. Not here.
Not like this. Not with you." (starts to move out) "Not with you."

LOUIS: (stern, through his teeth) "Sit down."

ASHTON: "Like hell-"

LOUIS: (loud) "Ashton, sit your ass down, I swear to god. I'm not playing with you."

HARRY: (people are looking over) "Louis..." (worried) "Let's go back, please. I don't feel good
about this."
LOUIS: (to Harry) "No. Hush." (to Ashton) "You're gonna hear this. I went through hell for you to
hear this so respect that."

ASHTON: "I'll start respecting that when you start respecting me."

HARRY: (squirming in his seat) "You're not doing this right." (quiet) "We have an audience. This
isn't a play. We need to leave."

ASHTON: "Listen to him!"

LOUIS: (losing it in frustration, exploding) "He's going to fire you if you don't stop cutting!" (people
are definitely looking now, Ashton looks mortified)

HARRY: (eyes wide, scrambling out of his seat clumsily) "I'm going to pay."

ASHTON: (shocked) "Why are you doing this to me..."

LOUIS: (palms his face then his mouth, hands shaking, emotional) "Sit down. Sit down. That came
out wrong-I need to fix this-Sit down...Ash, please." (Ashton is shaking his head, backing away,
Louis confesses) "Sit because I can't stand you looking like you're about to leave. It's making it so
difficult for me to think and say the right thing-I'm hurting you, please, sit."

ASHTON: "I am about to leave....I'm not gonna sit here and have you talk down to me like I'm
some broken child-I look up to you too much to survive that."

LOUIS: (hands on his face, panicked) "I want to help. I'm not...This wasn't supposed to be like
this-I'm on your side, I swear. I understand-" (quiet, under his breath) "I understand better than
anyone...You know that..."

ASHTON: "Then why are you doing this?"

HARRY: (rushing back, out of breath) "We're good. We can go. Let's just get home, please."

ASHTON: (looks at Harry, then Louis, then the floor, bites his lip, speaks, tone cold) "How would
you feel if I told people you cut?"

LOUIS: (frozen in shock) "Ash..."

HARRY: (flips towards Louis in surprise, notices how devastated Louis looks, pleading softly)
"Ashton, please stop-"

ASHTON: (teary-eyed) "He cuts and has scars all over his thighs, spelling horrible things."

HARRY: (brokenly) "Don't do this to him."

ASHTON: "It's the truth. That's why he won't fuck naked..."

HARRY: (shaking in fury, screaming) "Stop it!"

ASHTON: (ignores him, looks at Louis meaningfully) "A secret for a secret." (walks away with all
his stuff, sniffling, Louis doesn't move an inch, looks like he's about to crumble on the spot)

HARRY: (hand in his hair, pushing his curls back angrily, under his breath) "Shit." (shakes his
head, sits himself slowly, rattled but trying to push it aside, gentle) "Lou..." (no response, Louis
seems detached from reality, Harry hesitates) "Hey, it's okay..." (reaches out to touch his hand,
Louis flinches, gets up loudly, hurries to walk out of the cafe, looking down, eyes wide in shock
still) "Lou, please." (follows him, holding both their bags) "Let's go home...Let's go home and forget
about this-" (Louis starts running, Harry sprints behind him) "Louis!"

LOUIS: (rounds the building, back against the wall, sinks to the ground, hands on his eyes,
panting, shattered) "Leave me alone..."
HARRY: (stops in front of him, crouches down, also breathing heavily) "Stop, wait-"

LOUIS: (screaming, in tears) "Leave me the fuck alone! Get out of my face-"

HARRY: (tries to grab at his arms) "Listen to me-" (Louis pushes him away to become a tight ball,
sobbing) "Louis, please, just-" (touches his hair, Louis slaps his hand away) "Lou-"

LOUIS: "Get away from me. Leave me alone-" (hyperventilating, sobs pouring out) "Please, leave
me, please..." (face on his knees, crying, cursing under his breath in between sobs) "Please, leave
and never come back-Never-I don't want anyone to ever come near me again-I don't wanna trust
anyone again-I wanna be alone."

HARRY: (begging) "Louis...Please, stop fighting me-I want to be here-"

LOUIS: (thrashes around, pushes against him, screams, desperate, angry, out of control) "I don't
want you here! I don't want you here now. You know-You know and I hate you! I hate him-I hate
everyone that knows. I can't have you here anymore. He ruined it-I can't-"

HARRY: "Hey, hey-" (tries to pull him close, Louis fights) "Darling..." (emotional himself) "It's okay,
I promise-I promise..." (suddenly starts pulling his arms out of his t-shirt, pulls it over his own head,
grabs the fabric, pulls Louis under it as well, hugging him close, both their heads inside the t-shirt,
Harry topless) "Don't push me away. I'm here. I wanna be here-I wanna hug you and make this
okay again. Let me help, please."

LOUIS: (pushing against him) "What are you doing-Harry-"

HARRY: (forehead against Louis, cupping his face) "Shh. You're alone, look. Other universe. Just
you and me...look? No one else can see this and no one else can see you. Outside me can't see
you. Nothing." (cradles him with his other hand, holding Louis close) "You're safe. I have you."

LOUIS: (stunned for a few seconds) "Haz..."

HARRY: (smiles at him) "Hey there..." (caresses his cheek) "Hi..."

LOUIS: (hugs him tightly, whimpers) "He told you...I can't believe he told you."

HARRY: (wrapping both arms around Louis' waist) "Not in this universe...I don't know anything in
this universe...I don't know what you're talking about..." (caresses his back) "What you're hurting
about..." (kisses his temple) "What you're crying about... Why this amazing boy is suffering when
he deserves nothing but happiness..." (hugs hims so tight, Louis gasps) "And warmth and safety
and love and world." (quiet, tearing up himself) "You deserve the world, darling." (to himself
mostly) "And you'll have it. I promise you, you'll have it."

LOUIS: (clings to Harry's shirt, face in Harry's neck, breaks down completely) "I don't anymore-I
don't-I haven't anymore. I don't..."

HARRY: "It's okay."

LOUIS: "I used to but I don't. I haven't in years. I'm clean-I'm not like that anymore. I'm not broken-
I've fixed myself. That's something I'd never-never think of doing again."

HARRY: (kisses his cheek, his temple, his hair, repeating) "I believe you. It's okay. I believe you."

LOUIS: "I was going to tell you-"

HARRY: "It doesn't matter. It doesn't change anything."

LOUIS: "I wanted to tell you..."

HARRY: "Doesn't matter."

LOUIS: (desperate)"I'm sorry."

HARRY: "For what?" (pulling away to look at him) "For something you did in the past? For the
scars? We all have those, Lou. It doesn't change who you are to me, understand?" (holding his
cheeks) "It doesn't change how beautiful you are, inside and out-How much you do for your friends
and how much you mean to them-How much you mean to me, you beautiful, beautiful boy."

LOUIS: (speechless, emotional, more silent tears appearing on his eyes) "Harry..."

HARRY: "This is a minor smudge at the edge of a gigantic masterpiece." (wipes his tears with his
thumb) "A blip that's not worth the tears you're shedding right now, not worth the hurt. I know it
hurts. I can see it in your eyes and I know it kills that he did that and you want to scream and
never speak to him again-I know."

LOUIS: (broken) "Second time they do this-People I trust, my friends-Second time, it's not fair."
(whimpers at the memory) "That was... vindictive-cruel!" (single sob) "I'd never do that to
someone."

HARRY: "I know. It was bitter and ugly and immature. But you love him." (Louis blinks in surprise)
"You care for him and deep down, you understand. Deep down, you're hoping that he has
someone right now, doing this with him-that he's not crying alone."

LOUIS: "Yes..."

HARRY: (smiles lovingly) "You're amazing, do you know that?"

LOUIS: (snorts in between tears) "Right. Amazing at screwing things up."

HARRY: (fond) "Is that a smile, I see... The sun is shining again?"

LOUIS: (faint smile as he looks down) "Alright, mozzarella stick. This is already beyond ridiculous-
" (wet snort) "I have a shirt on my head..."
HARRY: (amused) "I...improvised?"

LOUIS: (chuckles, smiles) "Your heart is out of control right now."

HARRY: (looks down at Louis' hand, still on his chest, airy laughter) "I bet. I bet it's ready to give
up."

LOUIS: (quiet, ambiguous, biting his lip as he looks up, faces inches apart) "Don't give up."

HARRY: (breathless) "Hmm...?"

LOUIS: (eyes half-lidded, wets his lips, gulps)"Just...don't, okay?" (whispered against Harry's lips)
"Keep fighting..."

HARRY: (whispered back) "Okay."

LOUIS: (pulls away to burry his face into Harry's neck again, hugging him) "Promise me."

HARRY: "I promise."

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Do you live? No, joke. Do you think Louis needed that kick in the
butt to open up?

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81. Always (In My Heart)

MOOD: "Do You Remember" by Jarryd James.

TRIGGER WARNING

***

Chapter 81: Always (In My Heart)

[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 1:35am, Yours Sincerely, Louis Tomlinson]

LOUIS: (in bed, sitting against the headboard, looking at his phone, suddenly sighs, puts it aside)
"Harry?"

HARRY: (opening his eyes) "Lemme guess, you want strawberry ice-cream?"

LOUIS: "Huh?"

HARRY: "That's what you usually mumble at night."

LOUIS: "I mumble at night?"

HARRY: "All the time. Sometimes you have full conversations with me. It's adorable. Sleepy you is
always hungry. And your favorite food is chicken, stuffed with mozzarella cheese wrapped with
Parma ham with some homemade mashed potatoes."

LOUIS: "Why am I not surprised?" (Harry chuckles) "But no, I was gonna say something else.
Something...a bit more important."
HARRY: (eyes fully open now) "Important and bad?"

LOUIS: "Important and hard."

HARRY: "Important and dick hard?"

LOUIS: (cracks a smile) "Important and under-your-t-shirt-in-public hard."

HARRY: "Ah..." (sits himself up as well, more serious) "What do you wanna tell me? Are you
pregnant?"

LOUIS: "I thought you knew that already."

HARRY: (smiles bigger) "What is it, love?"

LOUIS: "Well, it's not much that I wanna tell you more that...that..."

HARRY: "That..."

LOUIS: "Give me your hand."

HARRY: "Like the song?"

LOUIS: "What song?"

HARRY: (singing along) "She said I love this song, I've heard it before and it stole my heart, I
know every word. She's gonna..." (pauses, motions with his eyebrows for Louis to finish) "Ey?"

LOUIS: (deadpanned)"As endearing as that is, no. I mean actually give me your hand."
HARRY: "Like metaphorically."

LOUIS: "Jesus, Haz." (grabs Harry's hand) "Like this. This is a hand."

HARRY: "Ah. Okay?"

LOUIS: (nervous) "And I wanted you to... I was thinking ever since, it's been on my mind, this
whole thing." (Harry is obviously confused on the lack of nouns) "I was wondering how far I could
push myself, how much I could, and I wanted you to know, you know?"

HARRY: (shakes his head furiously) "I'm slow, remember?"

LOUIS: (sighs, guides Harry's hand so it's settled on one of Louis' knees, Harry gulps) "Slide up."

HARRY: "E-excuse me?"

LOUIS: "Slide your hand up."

HARRY: "I don't think I should..."

LOUIS: (with difficulty, through his teeth practically) "Slide your hand all the way to my thigh..."

HARRY: (flustered) "I'm not going to. I don't know what this is but I'm not going to do it."

LOUIS: (lays a palm on top of Harry's hand before it pulls away, small) "I want you to get a sense
of how bad they are."

HARRY: "They..."
LOUIS: (losing his patience)"The scars, Harry. I want you to touch the scars-What were you
thinking, I'm filming amateur, hand-job porn?"

HARRY: (in realization) "Oh! Oh, the scar-Oh!" (relief) "Oh, thank god, I thought you'd gone "Gone
Girl"."

LOUIS: (amused) "I have. If I'm trusting you like this I have."

HARRY: "You don't have to-"

LOUIS: "I want..." (gulps) "I want to share this with you. I've decided that I..." (frustrated with his
lack of explanation) "The only thing I regret about that encounter is not being able to tell you
myself. And by doing this, I will feel like I have that option again. I am deciding to..." (pained)
"Share...my pain with you because I..." (shaking, fearful, insecure) "I would like...I would like if
you...Shit, this is hard." (Harry caresses Louis' knee in comfort) "...I would like your help. If you
want to help me. If you can spare the time." (whispered) "I don't wanna do this on my own
anymore..."

HARRY: (smiles, nods, slowly moves his hand up Louis' knee, to his thigh until he reaches the end
of Louis' boxers) "Are you a hundred percent sure about this?"

LOUIS: "If you like me after this, I'll know it's the real deal."

HARRY: "If that's all you need, I can assure you right now that I will. You don't have to show me. I
will like you no matter what's under here. You have my word. You don't need to do this."

LOUIS: (holds Harry's hand down again) "Do it."

HARRY: (serious) "I'm not moving this hand without your permission. And I'm sure as hell not
going anywhere you don't guide me to."
LOUIS: (clutches Harry's hand, looks into his eyes) "You're about to see the ugliest part of me..."
(slowly pushes his hand further up, until Harry's fingers are on top of the scars in his inner thigh,
Louis' voice is weak) "Don't judge me too harshly for it."

HARRY: (gently running his fingers up and down the scars, both holding their breath, whispered)
"Here?"

LOUIS: (biting his lip, removing his own hand, frozen) "Y-yeah."

HARRY: (nods silently, thumb against the raised skin, eyes down, hand never moving anywhere
past where Louis' placed it, traces all the scars slowly, goes back to the ones that are more recent,
then the ones that seem purposeful in their placement, finally) "This is so difficult..."

LOUIS: "I know, it's disgusting. It's gross." (tries to pull his hand away) "I'm sorry. I shouldn't
have... This was a bad idea."

HARRY: (keeps touching the scars almost affectionately) "It's not that..." (whispered) "It's not that
at all."

LOUIS: "Then what?"

HARRY: "I want...I want to do more than touch them."

LOUIS: "I can't show you. You'd be so repulsed. I can't look at them myself." (pained) "I shower
with a bathing suit. I never want to see that part of me again. I can't show you."

HARRY: "Not that either."

LOUIS: (cocks his head sideways, lost) "Then...?"

HARRY: (sighs, bites his lip) "I wanna kiss them..." (Louis' breath hitches) "I wanna kiss every scar
telling you you're not perfect." (half-hugging Louis to himself, nosing Louis' neck, kissing it, voice
filled with longing) "I wanna kiss you all over." (hand pulls out of the boxers, runs up Louis' waist)
"Every inch of skin I can reach..."

LOUIS: (an edge of panic to his voice though he's cocking his head to allow Harry more space)
"Don't say that. Don't say that."

HARRY: (runs his lips down Louis' neck, whispered) "I do..."

LOUIS: (fingers scrunch Harry's shirt) "Don't make it like that." (finally pushes him back so Harry
detaches from his neck) "Please."

HARRY: (deflated, sad) "I'm sorry." (looks away, touches his own lips) "I'm the one that's
disgusting. You're trusting me like this and I can't seem to keep my feelings out of the picture."

LOUIS: (frowning) "Please, don't say things like that. Don't say you have feelings..."

HARRY: "I'm sorry."

LOUIS: "For what?"

HARRY: "I do have-"

LOUIS: (interrupting him mostly so he doesn't have to hear it) "For what?"

HARRY: (understands, changes his answer)"I shouldn't have..." (shaking his head) "I got carried
away. Sometimes I forget that we're not..."

LOUIS: "We're not what?!"

HARRY: (flustered) "We're not...like that. We don't say that. We don't say those things."

LOUIS: "What things?" (Harry opens his mouth, can't seem to form words, Louis gives him a
warning glance) "Harry..."

HARRY: "I sometimes get confused a bit."

LOUIS: "You're scaring me now, bro..."

HARRY: (snappy) "Don't 'bro' me, Louis. It's not gonna erase any of this and it sure as hell is not
gonna eliminate the fact that my lips have touched your neck."

LOUIS: (distancing) "Tread lightly, soldier."

HARRY: (confessing, frustrated) "I sometimes want to hug you really tight and...well, and...I just
get confused that's all. You're so attractive and I can't help sometimes wishing I could..."
(awkward) "Have..." (flustered) "That."

LOUIS: "My body?" (Harry's shakes his head, Louis looks alarmed) "Have me physically. Just
that." (forcefully) "Right?"

HARRY: (almost silent, mouthing it) "No..."

LOUIS: (harsher, squeezing Harry's hand until Harry winces) "Right?!"

HARRY: (lies) "Yeah."

LOUIS: "Just my body? You're just a boy who likes boys and so you like my body because I'm a
pretty boy."
HARRY: (shoulders sinking, obviously lying) "Something like that yeah..."

LOUIS: "Say it."

HARRY: (emptily)"I'm a boy who likes boys and I like you for your body because you're a pretty
boy."

LOUIS: "Mean it."

HARRY: (brokenly)"I do..."

LOUIS: "That's all there is."

HARRY: (choked) "Yeah."

LOUIS: (insistent, pleading) "Tell me that's it." (grabs onto Harry's forearms) "Convince me."

HARRY: (can't bear to look at him) "That's it. I just like your body. That's it."

LOUIS: "You're not convincing me..."

HARRY: (gulps) "It's not like me to objectify people-"

LOUIS: "But I need you to make sure that all of that... That confusion you feel, I need you to make
sure it's just sexual frustration. I need you to make sure it can disappear once you..." (pained)
"Have someone else."

HARRY: (sob he quickly disguises as cough, voice so cracked he can barely finish the sentence)
"Of course...yes, that's...yes. Yes...it will. Once I..."
LOUIS: (carefully touches Harry's cheek to force him to look up) "Haz..."

HARRY: (places his hand on top of Louis') "I'm trying, Lou. I'm trying to make it go away." (looks at
him, teary-eyed) "For you. I'm trying my hardest."

LOUIS: (bites his lip, stiff) "Wait there..."

HARRY: "Hmm?"

LOUIS: (reaches behind him blindly, takes a shaky breath) "This way you'll get it..."

HARRY: "You don't have to. I understand... You don't have to expose yourself for the sake of
convincing me. I'm being extremely dumb right now but I understand."

LOUIS: "I have to..." (flicks the light on, closes his eyes shut as he pulls one side of his boxers up
to reveal the scars on his thigh, deep and jagged, spelling out 'FAG')

HARRY: (gasps, looks away as soon as he catches sight of the word) "Don't, please."

LOUIS: (voice oddly clear and distant) "This is the worst of them... The deepest one, the one that
will never go away..." (fingers trailing the outline but eyes still close) "To conserve space I couldn't
write everything. There were lots of things."

HARRY: (hands on his face, pathetically quiet) "Who'd do this to someone?"

LOUIS: (voice shaking)"I retraced this every time I heard it. No exception. Every time no matter
how raw the old scar was."

HARRY: "I'm sorry..." (scrambles towards the trash-can in the room, throws up, then sobs,
hanging on the edges of the bin) "I'm sorry for making you do this..."

LOUIS: (turns the light back off, hugs his legs to himself, completely vulnerable) "Now you know."
(Harry bursts into tears on the floor, Louis looks at him sadly) "It's disgusting, I know... But it was
all I had. All I knew."

HARRY: (looks at him, eyes wet) "The only thing disgusting about it is the fact that it stands
between our lips. That someone else made that decision for you, carved it on your skin." (angry)
"That someone out there lives, smiles, probably loves someone-someone who doesn't know what
this-this fucker has done to you-what he deserves for his mistakes. Everything that's disgusting
about this has nothing to do with you but the person who has yet to apologize for your pain."

LOUIS: "Even if he apologizes, I will never forgive myself. I put razor to flesh. I had blood on my
hands. I shamed my body."

HARRY: (standing up to pace, frustrated) "You're punishing yourself for doing the best that you
could-"

LOUIS: (loud) "I'm punishing myself for feeling like I need to open that wound again every time
your hands get me hard!"

HARRY: (shock then immediate understanding) "Closest you could get to the problem... That's
why they're on your thighs... No other reason." (Louis nods, a few tears slipping down his face,
Harry chokes on the sob, palms his face, breaks down) "How can I ignore this tomorrow?"

LOUIS: "You're gonna have to."

HARRY: "How can I pretend I don't know this? How can I pretend I won't think about this when I'm
touching you-I won't think of you crying, hurting, because I dared... How can I pet your hair, tickle
your tummy, hold you at night, knowing I might hurt you like this, knowing you might wake up in
the middle of the night, slip away from my embrace and-" (can't finish the sentence, sobbing some
more) "Tell me how that's possible."
LOUIS: (stands up, walks towards him, wraps his arms around Harry's body) "Trust me." (Harry
still doesn't hug him back) "Trust me when I say I'm strong enough to stop myself now. Trust me
when I say I won't do it again." (looks at him meaningfully) "If you trust me, you won't stop giving
me those touches. You won't treat me like I'm damaged."

HARRY: (slowly wraps his arms around Louis, squeezes him, hands trail up Louis' arms) "For all
it's worth..." (squeezes Louis' shoulders once) "While we're in the dark..." (up Louis' neck) "While
we're alone..." (cups Louis' face) "I'm catching feelings for you whether I want to or not, whether
you want me to or not." (Louis is stunned) "Now we both have to pretend we don't know
something." (pulls him into a hug, one hand slips under Louis' t-shirt to rest against Louis' naked,
lower back, nuzzles Louis' neck) "We both have to pretend we have no idea why it's sometimes so
hard to ignore that I'm dying to kiss your lips."

LOUIS: (playing with the curls at the nape of Harry's neck)"If the lights were on, I'd have punched
you for that."

HARRY: (chuckles) "But they aren't, are they? So you're gonna have to deal."

LOUIS: (sighs) "Harry, it will never happen. You know that. You'll die waiting for it to."

HARRY: "Let me be the judge of that. Let me decide how I want to die."

LOUIS: (snorts sadly) "You should have done it when you had the chance, when I was too drunk
to understand."

HARRY: (frowns) "You think I'd rape you for a kiss?"

LOUIS: (sad) "It wouldn't surprise me."

HARRY: (pulls away enough to look at Louis) "You know what will?" (touches Louis' lips with his
thumb) "When I won't have to."
LOUIS: "Did you try this hard with Zayn?"

HARRY: "Zayn is straight."

LOUIS: "So am I, Haz. Deep inside..." (touches the middle of Harry's chest) "You know that."

HARRY: "Don't be so sure."

LOUIS: (fingers splayed over Harry's chest) "If you give me your heart, you'll find it broken. That,
we're both sure of."

HARRY: (palm on top of Louis', pushing Louis' hand close enough to feel Harry's heartbeat) "I'll
risk it."

LOUIS: (pulls away, walks towards the light switch, Harry follows silently) "Let's see you pretend..."
(flips it on, turns around)

HARRY: (pushes him into the wall, cupping his face) "Let's see you push me away." (Louis gasps,
Harry doesn't make a move to kiss him, smiles down at him) "You want me close. I want to be
close. And to be quite honest, that's how it has always been. Nothing has changed."

LOUIS: (smile that turns cheeky) "I'd still punch you if you tried."

HARRY: (chuckles, pushes himself off the wall to walk towards the balcony) "Oh, I don't doubt
that, baby hedgehog." (shakes his cigarette pack at Louis who's still breathless against the wall)
"Smoke?"

LOUIS: (sideways smirk, turns the lights off again, walks towards him) "You're gonna kill me one
of these days." (slithers his hand inside Harry's) "And I'm not talking about getting cancer."

***
A/N: I wrote this chapter in one sitting, having absolutely no idea what was happening or going to
happen. I just sat there and squeaked every sentence Harry said, like "What. Are. You. Doing.
You curly-haired frog." Nevertheless, I'm happy with how it ended up.

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Why did Louis show Harry the scars? What is the significance of
Harry seeing the 'FAG' scar?

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82. Alas

BIRTHDAY BABY: This chapter is dedicated to @thehopeless76 because it is her (?) birthday
today. Happy birthday! Here is an update for you amongst all the other awesome gifts I'm sure you
got.

***

Chapter 82: Alas

Scene 1: Ashton x Niall

ASHTON:(small, embarrassed) "I'm sorry you had to do this."

NIALL:(carefully wrapping a bandage around one of Ashton's forearms) "I should be the one
saying that, Ash."

ASHTON:(short snort) "Right...I guess...I suppose..." (spaced out, looking away) "I'd have liked for
you to not know. You and Harry both...and everyone, really. I wished it was something I had kept
to myself."
NIALL: "And Louis? You would have wanted him not to know as well?"

ASHTON:(smiles to himself briefly) "He found out himself a while ago..." (looking at Niall) "You
know what he said? You know what he did? When he found out, I mean, when I had this...this talk
with him. You know what he said? He grabbed my hand, looked at the scars then looked me
straight in the eye and called me an attention-whore."

NIALL:(stunned) "Ash, I'm sure he-"

ASHTON: "And he was right. He changed his mind but I don't know why because he was right all
along. I am an attention-whore. Why else would I cut on my arms? Why else would I make it so
easy to find? If I was really ashamed, if I was really hurting, I'd have kept it hidden, like he does. I
want people to find out, at least on some level. I want and don't want. God, he was right..."

NIALL: "Ash, you don't cut for attention. You cut because you're in pain. And that in itself, your
pain, has to be respected. You can't compare one's pain to another. You can't rank them either or
decide that someone isn't allowed to feel it and express it. Just because he has suffered doesn't
mean you have no right to, no matter how small the problem is. He has no right to judge you-"

ASHTON: (louder) "He has a right to judge me. He has every right because he has been here-he
has had these cuts, this blood! And I, people like me, give people like him a bad name."

NIALL:(frowning) "There are no people like him and no people like you. There is no label to this
group because there is no group." (determined) "He used to make mistakes. He grew out of it. You
made a mistake today. You'll grow out of it. That's it, a mistake. It does not define you as a person,
nor does it establish the prototype for others to follow."

ASHTON: "I did make a mistake..." (cradling his legs) "I wish I hadn't told anyone about him...Now
that I think about it, I'd be fine with you and Harry knowing if I still had Louis. I feel hopeless
without him. I feel desperate. Desperate enough to do this?" (yanks his arms away from Niall,
holds it to himself, small) "Is he doing okay?"

NIALL: "He's fine, worried about you, but fine. He still sleeps at Harry's so I assume you did
nothing to endanger that."

ASHTON:(to himself) "When I was really bad, at the beginning, when I just started here, they said
I had to play Peter Pan and I couldn't because my arms were a mess and I couldn't show the kids.
I couldn't have them see and poke around. I begged them to give me another thing, with long
sleeves and such. I felt like such a failure because I knew I wasn't going to get the job and it was
all my fault for doing that to myself-and mom would be disappointed to have me home, where she
doesn't want me."

NIALL:(softly) "Ashton..."

ASHTON:(teary-eyed) "When I left Simon's room, I burst into tears like a baby, and Louis was
passing by and he thought-" (chuckling wetly) "He thought I was a child, like a kid at Disney, and
he asked if I was lost and if I needed help, and I told him I didn't wanna be Peter Pan and cried
some more on his shirt and he bought me an ice cream and stayed with me the entire day even
though he had no idea what was going on or who I was or why I didn't wanna be Peter Pan."
(blurted) "I'm fucked up."

NIALL: "Everyone is to some extent."

ASHTON: "Yeah, but I'm really fucked up." (sad) "Like really..."

NIALL:(chuckles) "Louis once said the exact same thing to me, years ago, did you know that?"

Scene 2: Luke x Louis

LUKE: (having spotted Louis, running after him) "You!"

LOUIS: (rolls his eyes, turns around to walk away) "Not now."

LUKE: "Not no-Not now?!" (speed walking after him to fall in step) "You've been ignoring my calls.
Ashton's been ignoring my calls. Mikey decided to dye his hair pink and I'm about to kill one of
you." (grabs Louis' shirt to stop him from walking away) "You seem the most convenient at the
moment."

LOUIS: (sighs) "I have to go meet Simon and something tells me he's gonna kill me first when it
comes to this topic."

LUKE: "Damn right, he will. Ashton skipped a week of work without any notice. Does he live?"

LOUIS: (grabs Luke's shoulders, shakes him, dead serious) "Don't say that." (lets go when he
sees how startled Luke seems) "Don't say things like that..."

LUKE: "Jeez." (rubbing his arm where Louis touched him) "Lately, you've been-"

LOUIS: "Insane? Yes, I feel it too."

LUKE: "Wired. You've been stressed. Are you on the wrong dose of anxiety meds again? Because
maybe you should get that checked."

LOUIS: "I can't get anxiety meds without an appointment-And don't! Don't suggest an
appointment. Not now. Not ever."

LUKE: "What happened with Ashton?"

LOUIS: (starts walking away again) "Nothing. Do me a favor and check up on him tonight."

LUKE: "Has he been answering your calls?"

LOUIS: "No. But he's slept over Niall's so I know he's okay."

LUKE: (makes a face) "Niall's? Why the hell is he sleeping at Niall's?"

LOUIS: "He likes Niall. Always has."

LUKE: (jealousy seeping in) "Like likes Niall?"

LOUIS: (snappy)"I don't know Luke. Why don't you ask him? I don't have time for your jealousy
right now."

LUKE: (put off) "Funny how I always have time for yours. You know, man, ever since Harry's come
in the picture you've been a bit of a dick. I get it, domestic life sucks, the sex is bad, but throw us a
bone at times, huh? We care about you-"

LOUIS: (visibly regretful, hurt) "And I care about you." (sighs, genuine) "I care about you a shit ton,
Luke. You and Ash are my weak spots, everyone knows that. I care about you more than I care
about myself." (guilty) "You're right. I should be around more often."

LUKE: (touched) "Why are you sad? What happened? Why didn't you tell me something
happened?"

LOUIS: "I really messed up with Ash last week. And it's affecting how I interact with everyone
because I feel like the shit friend that I am."

LUKE: "Did he hurt himself again?"

LOUIS: "Not more than I hurt him. I hurt him a lot. The same way I'm hurting you right now..."
(vulnerable) "But it's only because I'm on my way to fix the Ashton thing and as I'm trying to rebuild
some relationships, others fall apart. It's driving me to my limit. I just want to do the right thing for
once so that the people around me are happy."

LUKE: (knowing) "Ashton is gonna get fired, isn't he? That's why you're seeing Simon. That's why
you're so tense. Cal guessed as much. I should have guessed. I should have been there for you."
LOUIS: "Be there for him. I'm fine."

LUKE: "You're struggling more. He saw it coming. He knew."

LOUIS: (sad smile) "I'm fine. Promise me you'll take care of him though until this all fixes itself.
You and Mikey and Cal will be there to keep him happy."

LUKE: "Who's gonna keep you happy?"

LOUIS: (ruffles Luke's hair) "The thought of my boys being okay." (starts walking away, Luke stays
behind, Louis turns around one last time) "You know you can come to me anytime. Doesn't matter
how 'wired' I am...You can always come to me. You know that, right?"

LUKE: (nods, purses his lips) "When are you gonna be happy though?"

LOUIS: "I already told you, dipshit-"

LUKE: "I mean really happy, Lou. We want you happy. It's about you too, not just us."

LOUIS: "I'm not a happy person but that's okay, because I'm fine as long as someone I care about
is." (Luke sulks) "Make sure Ashton knows how much I care for him."

LUKE: "I doubt he has forgotten."

LOUIS: "Remind him."

Scene 3: Five Sauce x Stupidity

LUKE: (as soon as Ashton picks up the phone) "I don't care what he fucking did to you. You're
going to open this door and me, Cal and Mikey are gonna cuddle you to sleep or so help me god,
we're kicking it open."

MIKEY: (in the background) "We come prepared. Cal has been going to the gym lately so he'll
punch the door open."

ASHTON: (snorts) "You could also ask the lobby for a key but kay, shoulder it down."

CALUM: "What's the bad-friend saying?"

LUKE: "Lobby for a key."

MIKEY: "Oooh!"

CALUM: "Why didn't I think of that?"

ASHTON: "Because you're the dumb-friend."

MIKEY: "I vote Calum still tests his strength. Go Cal. Head first, please."

CALUM: "I'm dumb but not that dumb. I'd have to go shoulder first."

ASHTON: "He's so dumb..."

LUKE: "Yeah..."

CALUM: "Hey!"

LUKE: "We're coming in. Prepare to surrender your anus to this Harry Potter marathon we have
planned."

ASHTON: "You have pop-corn?"

LUKE: "Yes."

ASHTON: "And cuddles?"

LUKE: "Yes."

ASHTON: (wary) "And you won't mention my sweater?"

LUKE: "Are you gonna mention mine?"

ASHTON: "Why would I?"

LUKE: "Exactly. Stop asking dumb questions. You're not Cal. We only have room for one dumb-
friend." (teasing) "You're the bad-friend. Act it."

Scene 4: Louis x Ashton

LOUIS: (picking up his phone) "Hello?"

ASHTON: (quiet, nervous) "Hey, you around?"

LOUIS: "My room, yeah. You alright?"

ASHTON: (sad, distant) "I..."

LOUIS: "You okay, Ash?"

ASHTON: (voice shaking) "I'm going home...today. I'm flying home today and I-I can't leave
without saying bye. I need to make things right with you."

LOUIS: (nods to himself, obviously emotional, holding it together) "How long?"

ASHTON: "Hmm?"

LOUIS: "How long will you be gone for?"

ASHTON: "Couple of months...Simon says he'll..." (coughs) "He'll take me back if I get my stuff
sorted out and I thought, well, I thought being home would help..."

LOUIS: (trying his hardest to sound sympathetic) "I get it. I'm glad. I'm happy for you."

ASHTON: (small) "Lou, I did you wrong. Big time...I screwed up."

LOUIS: "...I'll drive you to the airport."

ASHTON: "I'm sorry, bro."

LOUIS: "Make it up to me."

ASHTON: "How?"

LOUIS: "Get better, come back and buy me a drink. Then we're even."
ASHTON: "Why aren't you..."

LOUIS: "Mad? Because you're my baby brother and I was supposed to protect you. I didn't. If
there's anyone who screwed up, it was me. And I'm sorry."

ASHTON: "I shouldn't have-"

LOUIS: "Enough. It's done. When's your flight? We'll get a beer on the way to celebrate you
moving to a country where you're legal again."

ASHTON: (crying now, trying to hide it) "Will you Skype me? Don't forget about me-I'll be back, I
swear. I'll be back as soon as I can. I don't want you to think I'm giving up on this. I wanna fight. I
wanna be like you. I wanna be strong."

LOUIS: "You are strong."

ASHTON: "If I had listened then I wouldn't be leaving...I don't wanna leave."

LOUIS: "It'll be fun. Vacation. Home-cooked meals and kangaroo burgers."

ASHTON: "Will you call me?"

LOUIS: (wiping the tears from his own eyes, trying to be strong) "You think I can forget about you
when Luke gives soliloquies about your ass every other day? I'll call you every week and I expect
progress pictures." (Ashton is still crying) "Well, this is the most I've heard people cry over vacation
on a beach." (Ashton chuckles) "You know it needs to be done so chin up and get it over with.
Make me proud."

Scene 5: Harry x Zayn

HARRY: (Zayn's room, laying in bed, Zayn below him, Harry on his chest) "So you're not mad?"
ZAYN: (pulling at Harry's curls) "Not at all. You know I hate these things." (pushing Harry's hair
back) "Your hair's growing long, Rapunzel."

HARRY: (cheeky smile) "That's what it does."

ZAYN: "Are you gonna cut it before the wedding?"

HARRY: "Nah, not even gonna bother with a proper tux. I think I hate these things too now." (Zayn
raises an eyebrow) "Nothing like a broken engagement to make you hate other people's
happiness..."

ZAYN: "He's gonna be there, isn't he?"

HARRY: (nods, purses his lips) "Yup."

ZAYN: "With Taylor?"

HARRY: "They broke up. He didn't tell you?"

ZAYN: "He told you? You're what, bff-s now?" (to himself) "Of course he told you."

HARRY: "It's not like that."

ZAYN: "Like what? Like he wants you back? Like you want him back?"

HARRY: "Yeah, not like both of those. We're just friends now."

ZAYN: "Then why are you worried?"

HARRY: "Not him I'm worried about..." (pokes at Zayn's cheek) "Are you gonna cut your hair?"

ZAYN: "Maybe I'll chop it all off." (Harry looks horrified, Zayn chuckles) "Is your wife mad you're
here tonight?"

HARRY: "First of all, I'm the wife. It's decided. Second of all, no. It was his idea. He said we've
been ignoring our other friends-That we spend a bit too much time together. He's with Sandy, I
think. They're drinking and stuff. He needs the space-We. We need the space."

ZAYN: (careful) "So...you agree?"

HARRY: "I didn't at first but now, I do. I want to. I don't want this to become an Ed situation where I
live to be around him. I want to have a life of my own outside..." (rubs his cheek on Zayn's t-shirt)
"And I want to cuddle you." (whispered) "I had missed your cuddles."

ZAYN: (laughs briefly) "Have you told him about the wedding coming up?" (Harry shrugs, cheek
still against the shirt, fingers picking at it) "Why not? What are you afraid of?"

HARRY: (mumbled) "That I have to mention how every one of my relatives will think he's my
boyfriend and I'll have to say no and then-"

ZAYN: "-Your heart will break a little with each denial."

HARRY: (looks up in surprise, rapid-fire) "I don't like him that."

ZAYN: (sarcasm) "Right. You tickle me."

HARRY: "I don't. I like him as a best friend. I like him like I like you. I Zayn him-"
ZAYN: "You what now?"

HARRY: "Zayn him? Lou came up with it. It translates to platonic, bro love that other bro-pals can
misunderstand because other bro-pals are too scared they'll turn gay if they do this stuff."

ZAYN: (amused) "What stuff?"

HARRY: (crawls up, grin on his face, rubs his nose against Zayn's) "That stuff. The fluffy stuff."

ZAYN: (mock serious) "Am I a gay now?"

HARRY: (laughs, kisses his cheek) "I wish."

ZAYN: "You wish everyone were gay."

HARRY: "Nah-uh."

ZAYN: "You once told me, in detail might I add, where you'd kiss Liam if he gave you the chance."

HARRY: (through his teeth) "I was drunk!"

ZAYN: (repeating Harry's words) "I'd kiss his pink lips and rub my face against that manly scruff of
his-" (Harry smacks him to shut him up) "And then move to that cute-" (Harry hits him with a pillow)
"Ouch-" (laughter, another hit) "Cute mole and the one underneath his-" (another hit) "His neck-
ow. His neck and-"

HARRY: (blushed completely) "That was at the beginning when I was-"

ZAYN: "Horny as hell?"

HARRY: (face flaming) "Yes! And drunk. So drunk and so horny and so-"

ZAYN: "So desperate for Liam to be gay?"

HARRY: "Oh, you son of a..." (grumbles the rest under his breath as he wrestles a laughing Zayn
on the bed, straddling him, yanking on his shirt) "Have you told anyone?"

ZAYN: (in between laughter and struggle) "Only Liam."

HARRY: "Zay!"

ZAYN: "He thought it was funny. He considered it-"

HARRY: (multiple, light slaps on Zayn's nose) "You told Liam-You really told Liam. How dare you.
How could you."

ZAYN: (laughing, rolls him on the side so Harry's laying down next to him) "He thought it
endearing." (Harry groans dramatically) "What? I told him the PG-13 parts, not the I'd ride that
hug, fat-"

HARRY: (covers Zayn's mouth with his palm) "Can you not?"

ZAYN: (mumbled) "-Until my thighs hurt from bouncing up and down." (Harry pinches Zayn's lips
closed, severely incoherent) "And hearing him groan my name, oh!"

HARRY: (palms his own face in embarrassment) "I hate you."

ZAYN: "I thought you Zayn-ed me?"

HARRY: (peeking through his fingers) "I do."

ZAYN: (drags away Harry's hands, rubs one of Harry's knuckles between his fingers, confessing)
"Sometimes I wish I just loved you."

HARRY: "Love loved me?"

ZAYN: "Yeah. Completely."

HARRY: "Like with Perrie?"

ZAYN: "Yeah. Straight up, simple loved you." (laying on the bed, face in Harry's shoulder) "It'd be
easier than watching men break your heart."

HARRY: (caressing Zayn's hair) "But it wouldn't have been the same. If we were together, we'd
have driven each other mad. We wouldn't have lasted fifteen years that's for sure."

ZAYN: "Truth." (rolls his eyes, knowing) "And you love double-dipping."

HARRY: "Ha! I love having someone by my side that won't go away when the sex is bad and
jealousy is ruining every nice part of a relationship. I love knowing you'll be there for me through
everything. I love that more than I loved our sex."

ZAYN: "Mood: offended."

HARRY: (laughing) "It was aight."

ZAYN: "You mean tight."

HARRY: "Oh, I bet it was that for you, certainly."

ZAYN: (fond) "Pervert."

HARRY: (sighs, thoughtful) "I think that's how he feels."

ZAYN: "Louis?"

HARRY: "Yeah. He wants me to be his Zayn, the best friend that's always there. That listens to
him. That holds him when he cries. That he can cuddle with but never kiss. That he can go to no
matter how late it is. He wants to be my number one..."

ZAYN: "I'm fine with being number two-"

HARRY: "It's not that. He wants to be my best friend and my number one. At this rate, my future
boyfriend is going to see the amount of baggage I have and flee for the hills."

ZAYN: "People have best friends."

HARRY: "I already have a best friend. You. You're my best friend. You're the only best friend I
want because with you, I understand. I get it."

ZAYN: "There was a time when you didn't."

HARRY: "There was never a time when I didn't. Even when I knew I was completely gone for you,
I knew it was useless. It was impossible. I loved you enough to understand I wasn't going to make
you happy but with him-I don't know that because I want to make him happy. I can make him
happy. I know that. I know I can treat him right and give him everything he needs. I know I can
wake up every day with the sole purpose of putting a smile on his face. I know and I want to do
that. I want him so bad and I have a shot."

ZAYN: "Harry..."
HARRY: (emotional yet confident) "I have a shot. I know I have a shot. I know."

ZAYN: (biting his lip, nods once) "What do you want to do about it?"

HARRY: "Huh?"

ZAYN: "I believe you and I'm asking you what you want to do about it. How you want to play this.
I'll help you out. I'll play wingman. I'll set it up. I'll do whatever you need me to do."

HARRY: (tearing up, pulling Zayn into a hug) "Like you did with Ed?"

ZAYN: (hugging him back) "Preferably without the complete, soul-shattering break-up." (they hold
each other silently for a few minutes) "I hope you know what you're doing, H. I hope you're ready
to fight because this time I won't be able to get this done myself."

HARRY: "I am ready."

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Is Harry right? Does Louis want Harry to be like Zayn is for
Harry, in the line between platonic and romantic?

=================

83. Away

AUSSIES: I am writing a new Larry story and I need to do some background research so if you're
AN AUSTRALIAN HIGH-SCHOOLER, make yourself known, I gots a few questions for you.
***

Chapter 83: Away

Scene 1: Car

LIAM: (driving Harry's car to the airport, Louis and Harry in the back) "Yeah, yeah, you two go on a
honeymoon while the rest of us work summer opening. Now I know life's unfair."

HARRY: "You went on vacation last month."

LIAM: (facing him)"To Scooter's Inferno! That wasn't vacation."

HARRY: "Road, please. Are you sure you'll be fine with the car?"

LIAM: (turning back around) "A hundred percent. I'll take good care of it."

LOUIS: "Dibs on picking a new car once Liam crashes this."

LIAM: (rolling his eyes) "I won't. Unlike you I know how to use blenders."

HARRY: "Is Disney Land this bad?"

LOUIS: "Yes."

LIAM: "Yes. It's what nightmares are made of, having to work in California's drought while Justin
and the others are circle-jerking."
HARRY: "What's circle-jerking?"

LOUIS: (laughing) "You don't wanna know."

LIAM: "You don't. Don't know how you keep getting out of transfer work, Louis."

LOUIS: "Simon loves me enough not to send me to the devil." (afterthought) "Plus, last time I
punched Tommy so there was that."

LIAM: "He loves you enough to give you two weeks off too apparently. All that ball-licking worked
wonders."

HARRY: (constantly lost) "Ball-licking?"

LOUIS: "Special occasion. Harry's sister is getting married and I'm the designated make-sure-
Harry-returns party."

LIAM: "Is that needed?"

HARRY: "Nope, because I didn't want to go in the first place and will undoubtedly be more than
ready to come back."

LIAM: "Why not? Weddings are the best. Alcohol, food and bridesmaids—or in your case,
groomsmen."

HARRY: "And my ex-boyfriend."

LIAM: "And that. That's always good. No sex like ex sex. They know exactly how to hit all your soft
spots. With a knife. A blunt, rusty knife." (Harry laughs) "I would know. I broke up with Sophia, by
the way. Did I tell you guys?"
HARRY: "Yeah, two weeks ago."

LIAM: "No, no, that was the previous break-up. I broke up with her, then we got back together,
now I've broken up with her again. You're a break-up late to my pity-party."

HARRY: "Yikes."

LOUIS: "Liam's foreplay is emotional abuse where Sophia mentions his muffin top and he cries
manly tears in the bath-tub pretending he's constipated."

LIAM: (laughing) "Almost as painful as it is true."

LOUIS: "Then they have sex and wake up in a relationship. The nightmare never ends. Like
literally, dating someone like Sophia is everyone's nightmare and for Liam, it never ends."

LIAM: (laughing louder) "Never. Ends."

HARRY: "You'll take her back then?"

LIAM: "Probably."

LOUIS: "Probably? Absolutely. This is Liam we are talking about. His thirst for relationships is only
surpassed by camel-thirst herself and even Eleanor wouldn't bend over the kitchen counter and
beg to be whipped—Trust me, I've asked." (Harry elbows him in the ribs, Louis laughs)

HARRY: "Why will you take her back?"

LIAM:(shrugs) "Took me a long time to get her in the first place. I've invested a lot in this
relationship. Wouldn't you take your ex back if you had the chance?"
HARRY: (in his thoughts, almost surprising himself) "No...I don't think I would actually. I think it's
time for new things. I think you should try new things as well."

LIAM: "I probably should. How do you get there though? How do you grow to not care?"

HARRY: "You realize that there are people out there who'd make you much happier than her..."

LOUIS: (correcting him) "Than she...would."

HARRY: (to himself) "Or him."

LOUIS: "He." (bites his lip, to Liam) "I vote take her back. Ex-sex, right?" (looks out of the window)
"That's all that matters in the end."

LIAM: (looks at Harry through the mirror, smiles encouragingly, then ahead at the road) "Maybe. I
guess, Harry will solve that dilemma once and for all this weekend." (glancing at Harry) "Come
back and tell me if it's worth pursuing."

Scene 2: Plane

HARRY: (having just sat down in the middle between an old lady and Louis, mumbled around the
hairband in between his lips) "I predict my butt will go numb during this." (preparing his bun) "I'll
probably freeze too."

LOUIS: (leaning over the seat, half on Harry's lap, one hand on Harry's thigh) "They have Shrek!"
(touching the screen in front of Harry's seat while Harry's hands are still working on his hair) "All
four of them, oh boy, I know what I'll be doing. Overdosing. Shrek is love, Shrek is life."

HARRY: (finishes the bun, leans back, shifts to accommodate Louis better, runs his fingers idly up
and down Louis' back) "You want your hair up too?"
LOUIS: (not looking away from the screen) "Mhmm."

HARRY: (maneuvering to comb his fingers through Louis' hair) "I thought you said you'd cut it."
(Louis accidentally bumps his head into Harry's face, reaching for the blanket underneath the seat,
Harry holds him from falling when the plane jerks into movement) "Got it?" (kisses Louis' temple
gently, lips brushing against it) "Are you good?" (Louis nods, settles against him, half on his lap,
legs on his own seat, Harry goes back to doing his hair)

LOUIS: (looks up, visibly happy, pouting, hugging the blanket) "I'm cold."

HARRY: (pouts back) "Aw, kitten."

OLD WOMAN: (coughs from beside them, looking troubled) "Excuse me, but will this kind of
behavior be going on throughout this entire flight?"

LOUIS: (looks at her) "What kind of behavior?" (old woman looks pointedly at their position, Louis
looks down as well to note how he's leaning on Harry's chest, Harry's arms around him) "Ah."
(blushes, flustered automatically) "No, sorry." (pulls away quickly, his hair falls out of Harry's hands
in front of his eyes again) "We're not...like that." (straightens in his seat stiffly) "Sorry."

HARRY: (swallowing his response) "Right." (sharper, under his breath) "Forgive me, ma'am, if my
existence triggered your homophobia."

LOUIS: (in warning) "Harry, drop it."

HARRY: (sneers but holds back) "Right." (staring blankly at the screen, awkwardly extends Louis
the hairband) "Wanna do this on your own?"

LOUIS: (takes the hairband from Harry, distant) "Yes, thank you."

HARRY: (equally distant) "You're welcome."

OLD WOMAN: (motions for one of the flight-attendants, once she arrives, talks to her loud enough
for the boys to hear) "Excuse me, but would you happen to have another empty seat? These two
gentlemen are making me feel uncomfortable."

FLIGHT ATTENDANT: (frowns lightly, looks at the two boys) "What seems to be the matter?"

HARRY: (pissed) "I offered to do my friend's hair. I was not aware that was deemed publicly
inappropriate."

LOUIS: (embarrassed from the stares they're getting, trying to hide his face behind his arms as he
swiftly tugs his hair up) "Harry, drop it, please. It's fine."

OLD WOMAN: "They were on top of each other, doing all sorts of—"

HARRY: (appalled) "I was just hugging him, making sure he was comfortable—"

FLIGHT ATTENDANT: (trying to mediate, sympathetic) "Sir, don't raise your voice, please." (looks
at the lady) "We'll move you to the front, ma'am, if you'd follow me."

HARRY: (beyond himself) "What?!"

OLD WOMAN: (moves out) "Thank you for understanding." (starts walking down the aisle without
looking at the boys again, the flight-attendant mouths 'sorry' to Harry before takes the woman's
stuff out of the overhead bin and following for)

HARRY: (seething) "The nerve..."

LOUIS: (grabs at Harry's arm, desperate) "Stop it, goddamn it. Stop. She's right. Let's just, pretend
it never happened, forget about it."
HARRY: "She is not right."

LOUIS: (quickly, quietly, trying to contain him, unaware he's doing a piss poor job) "She is. We
shouldn't. We're in public...We should act right. Sometimes we do that stuff and it makes people
uncomfortable. I'd be uncomfortable too." (Harry frowns) "Just let them solve it, okay? It's done.
She's gone. It's over. Stop saying stuff. Don't speak anymore. People are looking. Please."

HARRY: (disappointed) "I have a right to defend myself—"

LOUIS: (frustrated) "No, you don't."

HARRY: (angry) "Yes, I do. How is it okay for someone to take away my freedom for something
that affects none of theirs? How is it okay to be treated like this? I did nothing wrong."

LOUIS: "Doing stuff like that is wrong." (winces, tries to recover) "For other people, the other
people think it's wrong."

HARRY: (unbuckles himself, moves to the woman's emptied seat, leaving a seat between them)
"Better now? Less uncomfortable or should I ask the flight attendant for a new seat too?"

LOUIS: (sad) "Harry..." (pleading) "Come on. We're on vacation. Don't be like this."

HARRY: "Like what, Louis? Like kinda insulted at the discrimination in the world."

LOUIS: "You're exaggerating. Nothing happened. What does it matter that she moved? We have
more space. What does any of this matter? It didn't change anything."

HARRY: "You're not in my arms anymore. It changed that."

LOUIS: "Here. But later, in your room, I will be. I still don't mind."
HARRY: (scoffs) "Right, obviously."

LOUIS: "When it's the two of us, I don't mind."

HARRY: (chuckling without humor, sarcastic) "But not when others can see in case god forbid,
they think you're gay."

LOUIS: (snappy back) "Yes. God forbid I defend myself against being called something I'm not."

HARRY: "Why would you need to defend yourself against something that's not an insult?"

LOUIS: (stunned) "Because...because...I'm...not."

HARRY: (shakes his head, puts his headphones on) "But I am, Louis, and I'd hope someone
would understand why I need to defend myself, why I expect my best friends to defend me."

Scene 3: Plane Revised

LOUIS: (wakes up, groans as he stretches, looks around the plane, lights are out, everyone's
sleeping, looks at Harry who's watching a movie, headphones on, body and arms snuggled under
his blanket) "Haz?" (bites his lip when Harry doesn't even acknowledge him, sighs, inches closer
so he's sitting in the seat between them) "Haz?" (touches Harry's arm on top of the blanket, voice
small) "Hazza?"

HARRY: (looks at him, takes off one side of his headphones) "Yeah?"

LOUIS: (gulps, looks down) "Can I sleep on your lap?" (admits) "I can't sleep well knowing we're
fighting."
HARRY: (smiles) "Come, sleepy head." (pulls the blanket off his lap, Louis lays his head on
Harry's lap, body stretched on the other two seats) "Wait, maybe it's better if I lay the cover under
you before you lay down so I don't get cold."

LOUIS: (cuddles in Harry's lap, smile on his face, eyes closed) "Put it on top. "

HARRY: "Uh, like on top of your head? Won't you suffocate?"

LOUIS: "It'll be warm and dark."

HARRY: (wary) "People will think—"

LOUIS: "I don't care."

HARRY: (smiles to himself) "Okay." (fixes Louis' blanket to better cover him, tucks him in, lays his
own blanket on his body, on top of Louis' head on his lap) "Comfortable?" (Louis hums, Harry
starts caressing his hair since his hands are under the blanket) "Good night, darling."

LOUIS: (mumbled sleepily) "Should have done this hours ago."

Scene 4: Home

HARRY: (entering the house, Louis hidden behind his back, screams) "Mommy, I have returned."

ANNE: (rushes out in the hallway, smiling big) "Oh, my favorite son is here!" (stops, looks at Harry,
mock serious) "Move aside, Harry. You're standing in front of my favorite son." (Harry steps aside,
Louis looks down nervously, Anne smiles) "Ah, yes, my favorite son." (hugs him warmly) "How are
you, Louis? How was the plane-ride? You must be exhausted."

LOUIS: (shy) "I'm okay. Wasn't too bad."

HARRY: (beside them, amused)"Favorite son? What am I, chopped liver?"

ANNE: (ignoring him, points to Louis' backpack) "You need help with that, honey?"

LOUIS: (smiles) "I have it, I think, thank you."

HARRY: (standing there, holding his backpack and both Louis' and his own suitcases) "I need help
if I am allowed to exist."

ANNE: (turns to him, deadpanned) "What am I, your servant?"

HARRY: (rolls his eyes, hugs her) "It's like I never left."

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Are there parts of Louis that have yet to let go of his
homophobia? What brings those parts out?

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84. A Team

Chapter 84: A Team

Scene 1: Arrival Night, 10:49pm

HARRY: (steps out of the bathroom attached to his room, completely naked, notices Louis sitting
on his bed, squeaks, covers his groin) "What are you doing here? I thought you were sleeping in
the guest's room."

LOUIS: "Nope."(turns around, double-takes, runs his eyes up Harry's body) "Oh."

HARRY: (flustered) "Yeah, oh. I wasn't expecting guests-Thought they'd all be in the guest's room,
like they were supposed to."

LOUIS: "I'll go back later." (looks back at the journal in his hands so Harry can move) "Relax, it's
not like I've never seen dick before."

HARRY: (inching towards the closet) "You...have?"

LOUIS: "I mean..." (shrugs) "I was in a team once..." (winces, realizing what he has said, bites his
lip) "Uh, you decent yet?"

HARRY: "Not yet, sorry." (sliding on a pair of boxers, oblivious) "You played soccer, right?" (Louis
makes a tiny noise of confirmation, fidgeting with his pages of the journal) "What position? Were
you any good?"

LOUIS: (another shrug, uncomfortable) "Yeah."

HARRY: "What positio-"

LOUIS: (stopping him) "You done yet?" (recovering) "Getting dressed, I mean."

HARRY: "Yup." (sits on the bed next to him in a t-shirt and boxers) "I know you love it because
Fifa is your life so why'd you qui-"

LOUIS: (cutting him off) "What's this?"

HARRY: "Hmm?"

LOUIS: (shows him the journal) "What's this?"

HARRY: (looks down to see what he's holding, smiles) "Oh, that's a memory journal. Ed made it
for me. Well, kinda. He uh, wanna listen to music?"

LOUIS: "Are these tickets to concerts you went to together?"

HARRY: (looking through his backpack to pull out his iPod, places it on the iPod stand) "Yeah."
(turns around) "What do you wanna listen to? Classic rock? Hits? 90-s? The Real Slim Shady?"

LOUIS: (small) "Can you explain this to me first?"

HARRY: (shrugs) "It's dumb. It was just something we did, that's all. A dumb thing, you'd think it
dumb."

LOUIS: (careful) "If you don't wanna talk about it because it's sad, that's okay."

HARRY: (frowns) "No, I just thought... I don't wanna make you feel uncomfortable, that's all."

LOUIS: "I'm not uncomfortable."

HARRY: "Okay..." (sits down again) "Every month we were together, we'd pick a souvenir from our
favorite memory and give it to one another." (touches the journal) "Then it'd go here." (Louis is
awed, Harry continues, pointing at different things) "Movie premiere, music festival, zoo, vegan
pancakes for the first time, London, London again. Helped us remember the best in bad times."

LOUIS: (flips to the next page, points) "And this?"

HARRY: "Hypnotist magician person show or something. It was in L.A." (Louis slides his finger to
another thing, Harry hesitates) "Uh, a bar he used to sing in. That was for my birthday. He brought
me on stage and-and you know how that goes." (closes the journal, Louis' fingers still in between
the pages) "You get the gist. I couldn't throw it out after we...well, you know."

LOUIS: (caressing the pages of the journal) "You shouldn't. It's the cheesiest thing I've heard but
it's sweet. I like it."

HARRY: "Lots of things in here I should have thrown out." (looks around the room, pictures of his
friends and Ed stuck to the walls) "I haven't been home since I ended things so I didn't have time
to go crazy girlfriend with a flamethrower on the junk."

LOUIS: "It's not junk."

HARRY: (rolls his eyes, lightly) "It's dated." (stands up again) "Now what do you wanna jam to
because I'm feeling Britney marathon."

LOUIS: (serious) "It's not junk. They're memories. I wish I had these many good memories. I wish I
had a place to go to where I'd be surrounded with them, where everywhere I looked reminded me
that I'm loved and wanted." (emotional, hugging the journal without noticing) "It's not junk."

HARRY: (stunned, lost) "Yeah, I...guess..."

LOUIS: "Let's listen to Ed."

HARRY: "What?"

LOUIS: (trying to make it sound casual) "You said he made you a CD, right?"

HARRY: "I...never did but I suppose someone told you."

LOUIS: (sharp wince, evades) "Do you still have it?"

HARRY: "Yeah, but isn't that...weird?"

LOUIS: (looks down) "I could listen to it some other time on my own if this is too awkward..."
(sighs, admits) "I just...I like being here and I like knowing about your last relationship, the stuff
you wanna share about. I like listening to those stories."

HARRY: (genuine) "Why?"

LOUIS: (pointedly not looking at him) "Because they make me happy."

HARRY: (trying to understand) "Why?"

LOUIS: (shrugs)"They just do. I know it's weird and creepy and not normal but I never knew a gay
couple before and you and him used to be happy and it makes me happy to know that. I like
seeing that you can be happy...and...gay. It's a good feeling. It makes me feel relieved. I don't
know what I'm saying, it's weird, I'm sorry. Let's listen to music-Britney, you said?"

HARRY: (turns around, scrolls down the music on his iPod) "He's gotten better now. He was a little
shaky in the beginning." (places the iPod on the stand, heads back to the bed) "And he's very
cheesy, I warn you"

LOUIS: (smiles as Ed starts playing in the background, inches up so he's sitting next to the bed-
frame) "I know, I stalk him a little." (Harry settles next to him, slouching, Louis smirks) "'Don't' is
good, isn't it?"

HARRY: "Funny you'd say that..." (catches Louis' grin, smacks him) "Oh, go to hell."

LOUIS: (shaking his head, smiling) "It's crazy how that's about you. It's like...knowing a muse."
HARRY: (deadpanned) "Crazy."

LOUIS: (interested) "That's cool though, I find it cool. It really is a good song. I like it a lot. It's in
my work-out playlist. I think I'll tell him that when I meet him but in a more casual way, of course.
I'll be like, good stuff, I have some notes if you want to hear them-I do have some notes."
(rambling excitedly) "I think we could collab on something. I have some lyrics he could see and we
could, I don't know, I mean, what do you think?"

HARRY: "Are you seriously geeking out over my ex-boyfriend?"

LOUIS: "He's good-" ('Little Bird' starts playing) "Oh! This song's good too..." (hums the lyrics
under his breath in time with the chorus) "And 'Grade 8', different in style-more upbeat. I love his
happy songs-" (catches sight of Harry's face) "Okay, so I stalk him a lot but in my defense, I stalk
him as a singer, not as your ex. He's a good singer."

HARRY: (teasing) "Right... Anything else you wanna confess while we're on this topic?"

LOUIS: "I might or might not have a shirt with his face on it."

HARRY: (sits up) "Louis!"

LOUIS: "Okay, I stalk him completely. He has the life I want. He has stolen my life and he's my
man crush monday every monday, and tuesdays sometimes, and I made that shirt myself." (sighs
exaggeratedly) "Phew, finally have that off my chest. It was eating my soul for months and I
wanted to wear the t-shirt with my black skinny jeans once and you were there so that ruined my
entire night's wardrobe and mood."

HARRY: (between laughing and shock) "Louis!"

LOUIS: "What, is it my fault all his existing merch is dumb? Also, since we're on this topic, should I
ask him to sign it or is that too fan-like-Should I play it more cool, pretend I'm not impressed?"
HARRY: "Are you serious right now?"

LOUIS: "So...no?"

HARRY: "Louis!" (laughing) "When did this all happen? Why wasn't I part of it? Since when is this
a thing?"

LOUIS: "Can't believe you didn't catch on. Why do you think I stopped letting you use my phone
for music? So you couldn't see I listened to 'Drunk' seventy-two times on repeat."

HARRY: (palming his face) "I'm living with a fangirl."

LOUIS: "I'll fangirl for Eddy all day, err day."

HARRY: (strangled) "Eddy...Eddy!"

LOUIS: "Are we still confessing..."

HARRY: "Apparently..."

LOUIS: "Okay, because I had a final one..."

HARRY: "Of course you did."

LOUIS: "I had Zayn go into your laptop and make me a mixtape so I already own this CD."

HARRY: (loudly)"What is my life?"

LOUIS: "Signed."

HARRY: "Signed?"

LOUIS: "The CD is signed. I'm done now. The end."

HARRY: (raises an eyebrow) "How did you get it signed?"

LOUIS: "Zayn sent it to Ed and said it was for a friend, which is true because Zayn and I are
friends now."

HARRY: "What else is real? The Illuminati? Larry?"

LOUIS: "Do you hate me?"

HARRY: "I don't love you..."

LOUIS: (grins) "You Zayn me?"

HARRY: (cheeky) "I could consider doing that if you..." (pulls on Louis' shirt to bring Louis closer)
"Give me a smoochie." (licks Louis' cheek while Louis screeches, pulls back, aggressively wiping
at his cheek) "Mhmm, all vanilla and offended. My favorite flavor."

GEMMA: (knock on the door, from the outside) "Mom said no sex!"

LOUIS: (screaming) "Harry is trying to sex with me!"

GEMMA: (still outside, amused) "Harry, now..."

HARRY: (in between chuckles) "It's not working!"

GEMMA: "Louis, now..."

HARRY: "Louis wants to sex with my ex boyfriend."

LOUIS: (barely keeping a straight face) "True life on MTV."

HARRY: (grabs Louis by the waist, slams him on the bed, climbs over him, smiles down) "You
done making me jealous, groupie?"

LOUIS: (points his tongue out) "She told me I was never looking for a friend, maybe you could
swing by room around ten-"

HARRY: (holds his hand over Louis' mouth) "You are Satan."

LOUIS: (mumbled) "She should figure it out while I'm sat here singing..."

HARRY: (mock serious) "Sing another lyric and you'll have a giant hickey on your neck the size of
Alaska."

ANNE: "I heard that!" (knocks on the wall)

LOUIS: "On my hotel door, I don't even know if she knows what floor-" (Harry lunges for his neck,
Louis squirms, laughs, out of breath) "Come on-that was perfect! I had to take that chance-Haz,
please, come on, mercy, pity, have pity!" (pushing him, Harry doesn't budge) "Be impressed,
fucker." (loud) "Anne, help, Anne!"

ANNE: (screaming from the other room)"Don't make me come in there, Harry, because I will and
I'll enjoy the sight."
HARRY: (pulls away, grossed out look on his face while Louis giggles) "Mother, chill."

ANNE: "Don't tell me to chill, young man. Find your chill."

HARRY: "Uh. I'm surrounded by tumblr-moms and-and ex-boyfriend worshippers."

LOUIS: (shrugs) "Which one am I?"

HARRY: "Listen, hedgehog, you're about to get it."

LOUIS: "Anne protects me because I'm her favorite son."

ANNE: "Yes, don't you touch my favorite son."

HARRY: "I give up!" (slumping beside him again, cuddling him) "I'm outnumbered. There's nothing
to do but resign and sleep."

LOUIS: "Yes. Sleep." (minutes pass in silence before Louis whispers) "They say I'm up and
coming like I'm fucking in an elevator."

HARRY: "Okay, now I'm thinking you want it." (bites Louis' neck)

LOUIS: (squeals, doesn't pull away as Harry sucks on his neck to give him a love-bite) "As if,
ugly."

HARRY: (smiles against Louis' newly-bruised skin) "As if, huh?"

Scene 2: Arrival Midnight, 12:04am

ANNE: (opening the door to Harry's room, looking inside) "Came in to say goodnight."

HARRY: (awake, Louis sleeping on his chest, music still playing in the background, smiles at her)
"Goodnight, mommy."

ANNE: "Are you sure you'll be comfortable in that tiny bed? Did he not like the guest room? You
could give him yours?"

HARRY: "No, no. It's not that. We're just..." (looks at Louis affectionately) "Used to this." (touches
Louis' hair) "He sleeps better this way, wakes up less."

ANNE: (knowingly) "Uh-huh..."

HARRY: (flustered) "He has insomnia so he needs someone to talk him to sleep and be there if he
startles awake. I'm good at it because I've learned to recognize the symptoms. That's all."

ANNE: "Ah..." (lingers at the door, looking at them) "Well, let me know if you need anything."
(hesitates until Harry looks at her again) "Anything at all, I'm good with advice, remember? And
warm hugs."

HARRY: (smiles) "I've missed you, mom."

ANNE: "I missed you too, sweetheart. I'm so happy you're here, both of you."

HARRY: (biting his lip)"I'm happy he's here."

ANNE: "I can see that."

Scene 3: Morning After Arrival, 11:14am

ANNE: (opening the door, smiles) "Hello, dear. We were wondering when you'd show up." (steps
aside to let him in) "You've been MIA. I thought you broke up with Harry, not the entire family,
because how could anyone break up with my cooking?"

ED: (chuckles) "Where is the lie?" (hugs her) "I have a new boyfriend now called work. He's very
possessive, won't let me have any friends, or a life, abusive really." (both walk further in, towards
the living room) "How's having clumsy back? Did he break the new teacups I sent you for
Christmas yet?" (enters the living room, Harry's on the couch, watching TV, Louis laid across his
lap, Ed stops for a few seconds, exhales, looks at Harry longingly, smile spreads on his face)
"There he is."

ANNE: (touches Ed's back comfortingly) "Someone's here to see you, Harry."

HARRY: (looks up, notices Ed, stunned like a deer in headlights, gasps) "Hi..."

LOUIS: (staring at Ed upside down, still laying on the couch, pops his lips) "Your hair is redder in
real life."

ED: (looks away from Harry to smile at Louis) "Innit? It's on fire." (walks closer) "Louis, right?
Harry's tiny, brilliant, french-named diva-porcupine whose ass makes grown men shed tears."
(leans down, kisses Louis' forehead innocently) "Nice to finally meet you, pretty boy."

LOUIS: (flattered, grinning) "I'm 5'9, I'll let you know."

ED: "That's what I'd have guessed too." (straightens again so he's face to face with Harry who has
yet to unfreeze, softly) "Hi, darling." (kisses Harry's cheek) "How have you've been?"

HARRY: (still speechless, both Louis and Ed, looking at him curiously) "Wow. Hi. Yeah, hi. I've
been wanting-waiting. For you." (blushes) "I mean, I didn't know you were here already-you didn't
call. You were supposed to call-Tell me when you were going-I didn't expect to see you this early,
I just..." (sits up abruptly, Louis almost falls over the couch at the movement, remembers) "Sorry!
Sorry. Sorry, I'm going to...Do you want water? A glass of water? Juice? Coke? I'll be a second...
I'll be back." (hurries out of the room)

LOUIS: (blinks at the door, bites his lip, silence) "Uh, well..." (looks at Ed) "Should I or will you?"

ED: "Million dollar question."

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Why is Louis fascinated by the Ed x Harry relationship? Why do
you think he's such a fan of Ed?

=================

85. Allies

AUSSIES: Wow, there are so many of you and since I have yet to decide location, I'll ask the
questions here and whoever has time or wants to help can reply in a comment so I have all of your
lovely inputs in one place. PLEASE TRY TO KEEP ANSWERS IN ONE COMMENT AND STATE
CITY / GRADE YOU'RE IN. [1] When does the school year start / end? [2] Is there such a thing as
spring break (or a break around April)? [3] Do you guys have prom? [4] What is prom like
compared to the US? [4] Do you guys have school trips? [5] Good suburban place to camp
(somewhere boy-scouts would go)? [6] Does everyone wear a uniform? [7] What is the school's
grading system? [8] What do you call grades (like not freshman, sophomore etc I assume)? [9] Do
people take gap years after high school? [10] Any extra fun facts about high school? THANK YOU
AHEAD OF TIME TO EVERYONE THAT HELPS.

***

Chapter 85: Allies

Scene 1: Now
LOUIS: (walks into the kitchen, sees Harry next to the sink, grasping the edge of the counter, eyes
closed) "Hey..."

HARRY: (startles, tries to smile) "Hi, didn't hear you come in."

LOUIS: (stands next to him, touches Harry's hand) "Are they good feelings or bad feelings?"

HARRY: "Lots of feelings. Way too many. I wanna cry." (tears up, laughs at himself, wipes his
eyes) "I wanna hug him and I wanna cry." (Louis leans on Harry's back, chin on Harry's shoulder)
"He's so different. First time I see him after the weight-loss, after the break up, after having talked
to him again..." (frustrated exhale) "I'm so emotional right now, it's pathetic."

LOUIS: "I think he's nervous too. You both changed a lot."

HARRY: "I know but at the same time, it feel the same. I feel...excited to see him. I feel that-that
safety he provided. Immediately. He doesn't have to speak. As soon as he walked in the room, I
felt good and I don't know what to do with that good feeling."

LOUIS: (sits on the kitchen counter, more to himself) "I didn't think he'd be this tall...and
awesome." (Harry turns around to give him a look, Louis catches himself) "Oh, right, this is about
you. Sorry. It's just..." (in wonder) "He's so tall."

HARRY: (shakes his head, laughs in between tears) "He is."

LOUIS: "And I like his shirt." (quickly) "But I came here to comfort you. This is about you."

ED: (from the living room) "You need backup, Tommo?"

LOUIS: (excited whisper) "He has nicknamed me!"

HARRY: (sarcastic, raising an eyebrow in amusement) "But this about me, right?"

LOUIS: (guilty smile) "Yes. Well, not that part. I'm just...I have lots of feelings too, okay?"

ED: (walking in) "Debrief me."

LOUIS: "Harry has emotions. I am comforting him." (pets Harry's curls awkwardly, Harry closes
one of his eyes in preparation to be poked) "I like your shirt. Could I wear it next time we go out?"

ED: (chuckles) "You're very straightforward, aren't you? I'll let you keep it if you-" (Louis practically
crashes on the dishes sitting out to dry, fumbles to save them) "You alright there?"

LOUIS: "Perfecto-I never say that."

ED: (turns towards Harry) "Hey."

HARRY: (eyes flickering between Ed's and the floor) "Hi..."

LOUIS: "We already went over this."

HARRY: (frustrated, sarcastic) "Thanks, Lou. I'm glad you're having the time of your life."

LOUIS: (taken aback) "Chill. I just pointed-"

HARRY: (explodes) "-I'm glad meeting him is making your fucking day."

ED: (calmly) "H, breathe." (Harry tears up automatically) "Breathe. I'm okay, you're okay. We're
okay, remember? Always, remember?"
HARRY: (tears falling down his face, pursing his lips to hold himself together) "Don't do that. Don't
say that." (breaking down slowly) "Don't be like this."

ED: (pulls Harry in his arms, hugs him tight, rocks him sideways) "Like what, H?"

HARRY: "Nice."

ED: (amused) "You want me to be mean? I'm not too good at that but I can try for you."

HARRY: (crying against his shirt) "I'm sorry."

ED: (kissing Harry's forehead, softly) "It's okay, baby. It's alright."

LOUIS: (still on the counter) "Don't do that." (Ed looks at him) "Why is even crying? He doesn't
know. Probably to get you to do that."

HARRY: (turning around, furious, wiping at his tears) "You know what, I'm so..."

LOUIS: (unfazed) "So what?"

HARRY: "Done with you doing that thing where you make me feel like I'm not supposed to be
crying and..."

LOUIS: (raises an eyebrow) "You literally have no idea what you're talking about right now."

ED: "Uh..."

HARRY: (blurts) "You're being so selfish, you selfish dick."

LOUIS: "That's it? That's all you have?"

ED: (lingering) "How about we hold hands and sing kumbaya instead?"

LOUIS: (to Ed) "Provide the background music because I'm about to have a moment." (to Harry)
"Haz, I love you but you're being a baby. I get it, he's sweet and I'm obsessed with him too, but I'm
not crying because I'm an adult who's obsessed with him...and I don't know where I was going
with this sentence or how it was supposed to make you feel better but do you want a hug?"

ED: (cringing, trying not to laugh) "I think the important part in Louis' speech was-"

LOUIS: "That I'm also obsessed with you, Eddy."

ED: "I was going to say the I love you part but-"

LOUIS: "But I'm also obs-"

ED:"I got it. Right back at you. We'll talk later."

LOUIS: (beams triumphantly, looks at Harry's 100% done face, his smile falls) "Oh, right, you're
still sad because, because this is about you...oh..." (to Ed, mock whispered) "When is later? Later
now or like in an hour, I'm free all day."

HARRY: (blinks at him) "I hate you so much, you little, adorable, piece of fangirl poop..." (smile
slowly leaking in his face) "So much..."

LOUIS: (spreads his arms) "Come."

HARRY: (snappy) "So what, you think I'm just going to forgive you and hug you?"
LOUIS: (deadpanned) "Oh, I was actually asking Ed for a hug but, this is awkward. It's like you
always assume people love you when they only love me. Even I only love me."

ED: "I've been blessed with witnessing how comforting someone should really be done. I shall
change my ways immediately."

HARRY: (amused, stomping towards Louis, hugs him to his chest) "Doesn't mean I forgive you."

LOUIS: (still sitting on the counter, Harry between his legs, wraps his arms around Harry's neck,
pulls him close) "Doesn't mean I love you." (mock whispered) "I only love you, Ed. Please love me
back."

ED: "Will do." (Harry chuckles)

LOUIS: "No, I meant like, now."

HARRY: "Love tiny Louis immediately or the spikes will come out."

LOUIS: (pulls away, looks at Harry seriously, real whisper) "Are you really okay?"

HARRY: (nods, kisses Louis' nose, smiles fondly) "What do you think?"

LOUIS: (blushes, bites his lip, happy, trying to hide it) "Whatever." (pushes him away, jumps off
the counter) "Time for me and Ed to bond now that I don't have any guilt." (tackles Ed into a hug,
creepily whispers) "Let later be now."

ED: (looks down at him then Harry) "This...went way differently than I had planned, that's for sure.
I should probably throw out those nine speeches I spent weeks preparing."

HARRY: (approaches both of them, kisses Ed on the cheek) "Now you see what I put up with?"
Scene 2: Later

ED: (both outside in Harry's backyard, smoking, Louis sitting on the table of a wooden, picnic
table, Ed walking around, motions towards Louis' neck) "That Harry? I recognize a badly-made
hickey when I see one." (Louis blushes, immediately covers it up with his hand) "Oh, sorry, are we
not supposed to talk about stuff like that because I'm not awkward if you're not."

LOUIS: "I'm not. Not at all. Why would I be?" (blurts) "Harry and I aren't dating."

ED: "Aren't you straight?"

LOUIS: (relieved, smiling big, softens completely) "Yeah. I am. I can still be straight and do all that
stuff. We're just extremely close and I love...well, him. And I love cuddling him but I'm still straight."

ED: (unfazed) "Fair."

LOUIS: (eyes shining in joy) "Yeah?"

ED: "Hell if Zayn can platonically bed my ex, you can platonically get hickeys. It's a free world, let
people platonically do whatever-except I'm still bitter as hell about that Zayn bedding my ex thing
but I'll outgrow it."

LOUIS:(winces) "Yeah, that must have sucked."

ED: (snorts, amused) "It kinda did, yeah."

LOUIS: "Are you and Zayn...?"

ED: (shrugs) "I don't know. I think we want to be. Lots of things I miss about having him around but
it's hard. We don't often agree on what's best for Harry and frankly sometimes I wonder why we
even have to. We were better friends when I wasn't dating Harry. He and Harry are quite close."

LOUIS: "I've noticed."

ED: "Yeah, but, but I don't think you can imagine the full extent without-"

LOUIS:(matter-of-fact) "They slept together. Zayn almost tore my guts out my ass when I first
insulted Harry. Harry calls him every night before bed to make sure he's okay. I've noticed."

ED: (opens his mouth, closes it) "I'm not here to built my case or to justify what I'm sure he's told
you about my relationship with Harry. It's a matter of perception and-and the only thing we can
agree on is that we each did our best. That's it. The end. I don't want a sequel."

LOUIS: (nods, few seconds of silent smoking go by before Louis speaks up again, trying to appear
casual) "So, you're gay?"

ED: "Bi. Don't tell Harry though. For some reason, it pisses him off. He's jealous I can technically
date the entire world, I suppose."

LOUIS: "How's that?"

ED: "Well, I'm not currently dating the entire world-"

LOUIS: "Being bi. How's being bi like?" (quieter) "Do you...get called a lot of names?"

ED: "First of all, it's me, a fat, ginger, ugly, bi, internet famous person. Hell yes, I get called a lot of
names. But it's okay. That's the nature of the beast and if you don't let the haters get to you, it's
awesome." (afterthought) "And not awesome. A bit of both. Awesome because I'm not restricted to
one gender. Not awesome because at times I feel like I am. It's tough being treated like you're in
denial, as if you have yet to decide. I have decided. Some people don't recognize that. Harry's one
of them at times." (half-smile) "Goes to show being gay doesn't mean you're open-minded about
everyone."
LOUIS: (immediately) "He is. That's different."

ED: "What's different?"

LOUIS: (shrugs) "You... He's the most accepting person I know. And he's genuine about it. What
he had with you, the way he..." (shrugs again, struggling) "It's different. He really loved you and he
was just taken back at how fast you moved on. Made him feel like you realized after him...you
know? That you wanted a girl now."

ED: "I did. I told myself he'd be the last boy I dated."(shrugs) "I mean, words are just words but I
find it hard to imagine dating another man and not constantly comparing him to Harry."

LOUIS: (sadder) "Oh... Is it like that for every relationship?"

ED: "No, no. People can fall in love lots of times. I'm just really...intense, let's say. I get really into
people. I got really into Harry and I'm still recovering from that. Too early to date a man."

LOUIS: (pipes up) "You could date Harry again?"

ED: (snorts) "No..."

LOUIS: (shrugs) "Wasn't it a good relationship before?"

ED: "I don't care what it was before-"

LOUIS: "Why not?"

ED: "Because it's 'after' now, not before. What happened before is long gone."
LOUIS: (nods) "It just looked like a really good relationship, that's all."

ED: "It was. I don't regret a single day I spent being his boyfriend. It happened and it was
awesome. The ending, a bit unplanned, a bit of a plot-twist, but a great ride nonetheless." (joking)
"If I regretted relationships, I'd be out of business."

LOUIS: "How does one find out, the bi thing? How did you find out?" (quickly) "If you don't mind
me asking. I ask everyone. I asked Harry and my friend, Luke. It's just something I do."

ED: "I don't mind. I'm very open about this."

LOUIS: "I've noticed. In the interviews. I mean, you always tell your fans-I am a fan of you so I've
seen some stuff, that's all. I follow you and I noticed..."

ED: "I'm flattered." (winking) "I'll give you the version that's too R-rated for TV, how about that?"

LOUIS: (grins) "You mean to tell me not everything people say on camera is the truth? That
people purposefully come up with dramatic background stories to get more attention?"

ED: (shaking his head, mock disappointment) "The world is full of lies."

LOUIS: "Tell me the true version. I'm gonna guess Harry wasn't your first like the fairytale goes.
You didn't meet him with angels singing acapella and playing harps to the tune of Electric Six."

ED: "Nope. First time I found out was when I was in eighth grade and this older boy showed me
how to frot. It felt so good I subscribed to the dick ever since."

LOUIS: "What's a frot?"

ED: "Frotting is frontal sex."

LOUIS: "Like missionary?"

ED: (grinning) "Like dick to dick contact. They used to do it a lot during the AIDS epidemic
because there's less chance of transmission. It's also more intimate, less pain, not well
advertised."

LOUIS: (blushed) "How would that...work?"

ED: (smirks, stands in front of him, between his legs, really close) "I'd show you but Harry'd have
my ass." (touches Louis' sides, looks down between their bodies, inches away but not touching)
"Like this, sometimes someone will provide a hand." (Louis is completely flushed, Ed winks at him)
"Fun stuff." (pulls away again) "I'm telling you the world opens up once you forsake missionary."

LOUIS: (cheeks pink, a stuttering mess) "Uh, like, like naked and rubbing and stuff and that feels
good?"

ED: "Feels awesome. The very sensitive part on the underside of your dick-" (Louis gulps) "Gets
stimulated through the movement-I'm sorry, is this too graphic? I've dropped all filters because it's
you and I thought you'd take it well."

LOUIS: (gulps again) "Yeah. I'm taking it well."

ED: (raises an eyebrow, disbelieving) "I can see that."

LOUIS: (small) "Did-did Harry like the...the frotting thing?"

ED: "He wasn't much of a fan. Harry likes it rough in bed and his ass is very sensitive so he loves
anal. It drives him crazy when done right." (Louis fidgets in his seat but doesn't stop him) "I once
got him off just eating him up, no contact and-are you sure you're taking this well?"
LOUIS: (squeaky, squinty, squirmy) "Yes, why?"

ED: "Because you look like you're seconds away from passing out like a Victorian princess."

LOUIS: "Harry told me about the fetishes."

ED: "Yeah, he told me he did." (plays with his eyebrows) "Now that's very, very fun. You need to
commit though, no half-assing. If you're gonna play, you play by his rules, how he wants it."

LOUIS: "The general you."

ED: "Huh?"

LOUIS: "When you use the term 'you', you mean the general you in the public, not me you."

ED: (amused) "Aren't you straight?"

LOUIS: "Yup."

ED: "So of course I don't mean you, duh."

LOUIS: (nervous, shrilly laughter) "Of course. But can't you be straight and...and...and maybe try
things sometimes. Weren't you straight when you first tried frotting?"

ED: "I was. You can try things all the time. You can be straight and frot. You decide what label you
want, not the world interpreting your actions, got it? If you say you're straight, everyone else has to
agree with it because who are they to tell you what your sexuality is. You can be straight and sleep
with men. Look at adult entertainers. Sexuality is nothing more than a mental thing. It is not the
clothes you wear, the mannerisms you make, the haircuts you keep or what you do in the privacy
of your own home."
LOUIS: "What if I decide I'm not straight anymore?"

ED: "Then you're not. What do you want, a ceremony? If you wake up one day and say, I'm gay or
bi or trans, everyone else should reply, awesome, good for you."

LOUIS: (emotional) "But they don't. That's not how it works in real life."

ED: (cups his face) "Listen to me, there will always be bigots and haters and ignorants. There will
always be a wave of people that is so far behind they are too blinded by prejudice to understand
basic human rights. You can't change these people. Nod to let me know you heard that." (Louis
nods) "You can't make them listen. It takes time. But there are people out there who will embrace
change and who will treat others with compassion." (pulls away) "There's a community of allies
and people who have gone through similar things who will always be ready to support
newcomers."

LOUIS: "People get less hurt when everyone is the same."

ED: "That never happens. Everyone could be a white, straight male, aged thirty and they'd still
fight over nationality, or religion, or preference in ice-cream. People are quick to note differences
and get in the 'us versus you' mentality. It's human nature but that doesn't mean we cannot fight
against it. You can choose to be open-minded. That's a choice you always make. You can vow to
catch every prejudiced thought you have and fight against it."

LOUIS: (nods slowly, confesses) "Sometimes...I'm confused about...this topic, about what I...about
myself and what I...and Harry makes it worse because I feel...stuff with him, different stuff...I
feel...very confused."

ED: (gentle) "Yeah, Harry has the ability to turn people."

LOUIS: "Turn people?"

ED: "You know? Make them...reconsider, let's say."

LOUIS: "Huh?"

ED: "Their options. In partners."

LOUIS: (realizing, growing fear) "Oh...Oh! Oh, no. I mean...no, I wouldn't know. Does that
happen? Can that happen?"

ED: (notices, shifts the topic) "Anything can happen. Anyway..." (sees Louis is still shaking) "You
said you sang, right?" (Louis doesn't reply, holding his breath) "Right, Louis, you said you were
gonna show me some songs you've been working on?"

LOUIS: (narrowed down on a spot on the floor) "Sorry, just a moment."

ED: "Sit on the bench, might be better." (helps him off the table and onto the bench)

LOUIS: (weakly) "I'm fine. Just. I get some breathing issues sometimes."

ED: (knowingly but keeping it innocent) "Like Harry."

LOUIS: (breathy) "Like Harry."

ED: (reaches out to touch the top of Louis' hand lightly) "I was thinking of changing the chorus of
one of my new songs..." (talking casually despite Louis squeezing his hand so hard it's turning
white) "Harry said you took music in college?"

LOUIS: "Theatre." (still fighting hyperventilation) "I was a theatre double major." (breathing heavily)
"You? And you?"

ED: (gently pushes Louis' head down until it's laid on top of his arms on the table, talking all the
way) "I did bio first, thought I'd go pre-med. Columbia pre-med, more like pre-mad." (Louis
chuckles lightly, doesn't raise his head, his shoulders are heaving) "Switched to music, general
music, nothing special. Music business is good, should have done that, then maybe I'd have
known about the music industry and how you can't be fat in it." (laughs at himself) "Uni was okay.
Gotta do what I loved, failed classes I didn't."

LOUIS: (under his breath) "Maybe this time it's going to be really bad."

ED: (caressing the top of his hair) "It's not. I know it sucks all the same but it's not going to be
fatal."

LOUIS: (genuinely unsure) "How do you know?"

ED: "Because I've done this before, remember? I'm a pro at this. I've taken care of Harry before
and I'll take care of you if you need me to. I'll stay right here, okay?" (caresses Louis' fingers) "Just
breathe through it."

LOUIS: (panicked and frustrated) "This means I can't be anything-" (chokes on not enough air) "I
can't do anything like that.."

ED: (shushes him) "This means nothing more than you need a few seconds to catch your breath. I
shouldn't have pushed you like that. But you were so strong."

LOUIS: (teary-eyed, face still in his hands, voice shaky) "Yeah?"

ED: "Yes. You're so strong and so good for Harry." (Louis sobs, Ed rubs his back) "He needs
someone like you to teach him to how never give up and never let others hold him back."

LOUIS: (slowly taking bigger breaths, coming down) "But I'm not like that...not inside, where it
counts. I'm only pretty on the outside."

ED: "You're pretty all around, darling. You're just too insecure to see it but you will." (Louis raises
his face, looks at Ed, stunned) "To Harry, you're perfect and if you spend enough time with him,
he'll show you how to love yourself as much as he loves you because you have no idea what that
kid would do for your smiles. And I have a pretty good idea of what you'd do for his. That's all that
matters in the end, if you two are smiling, that's all you need. Everything else can be sorted out, I
promise."

***

A/N: frotting, lel, bai.

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Is there a difference in who Louis is with Ed? Why do you think
that is?

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86. Angel

MOOD: "Neptune" by Sleeping At Last

***

Chapter 86: Angel

Scene 1: Tenor

(Bar, Cheshire)

HARRY: (walks to the bar where Louis is leaning) "I'm back. You didn't come say hi. They wanted
to meet you."
LOUIS: (turns towards him finally, unbalanced, very drunk, unnecessarily loud, eyes widen)
"Harreh!" (hugs him, stumbles, grabs onto Harry's shirt, pulls himself up) "Harry. Harry. Harry."
(cups Harry's face, rubs their noses together) "My Harry."

HARRY: (can't help the smile that's on his face or the fond in his tone) "Hi pretty boy." (Louis
smiles bigger) "You've had enough for tonight, yeah?"

LOUIS: (placing sloppy kisses on Harry's cheek) "No, more! More blue shots. This is fun. Take
one with me." (waving at the bartender who looks just about ready to knock him out) "Hey friend,
four more! Or no, maybe six. Six more. Six more Nemo shots!" (bartender shakes his head, Louis
turns to Harry, excitedly) "There's this blue one with M&M-s and Nemo!" (puts his tongue out,
talking incoherently) "You put the Nemo in your tongue and take the shot upside down." (touches
the ends of his hair) "I got it all over. My hair's sticky-but it was awesome. I wanna see you do it.
Your hair will be a mess." (runs his fingers through Harry's locks) "It's cool though, right? Have you
done it before?"

HARRY: (faint smile, balancing him with both hands on Louis' small waist) "How about a glass of
water instead?"

LOUIS: (grins, sloshed) "How about a glass of you?" (thinks it's hilarious, laughs) "Remember
when you said 'cup of ass' at the beginning when I didn't know how to talk to you yet, that was
funny, I'd have a cup of your ass now." (more laughing) "I heard you loved having your ass ate-Ed
said."

HARRY: (mildly vexed) "Of course he did. Because you and my ex have time to talk about my ass
somehow..."

LOUIS: (publicly announcing with the volume of his voice) "He said he ate you out and you shot all
over the place!"

HARRY: (embarrassed) "Shh. Shh."

LOUIS: (smirks, bites his lip, eyes lidded) "I'd do it. For you. I'd do it."
HARRY: (rolling his eyes) "Of course you would."

LOUIS: "I'd eat you up all right. I'd eat you all up and you'd taste like jasmine tea and cookies and
Nemo M&M-s."

HARRY: (wraps an arm around Louis' waist as he motions for the bartender) "How much did you
have, love?"

LOUIS: (leaning on him) "Many Nemo shots."

BARTENDER DUDE: (coming closer reluctantly, annoyed) "Yeah? What can I get you?" (looks at
Louis) "He with you?" (Harry nods) "We've cut him off, just so you know. You can't order for him
either. He's already lost some of it under the bar."

LOUIS: (loud, slapping his hand on the bar) "I did not puke, mister muscles. I spit. I was spitting."

HARRY: (sheepish) "How much has he had?"

BARTENDER DUDE: "Like nine."

HARRY: (worried) "Nine?!"

BARTENDER DUDE: "We don't normally serve that many to a person in such a short span of time
but the punk lied and told us he was with a group-"

LOUIS: "I was with a group." (counting on his fingers sloppily) "Me, my stomach, you, did you have
one? I gave you one, right? I thought I bought sixteen, did I buy sixteen? Aren't we friends?"

BARTENDER DUDE: "Yes, you bought sixteen. No, we're not friends. I wish I'd never met you.
You keep spilling shit and you're a piss poor tipper."
LOUIS: "Friends buy friends shots, friend. Shot me. Not shoot me." (starts giggling madly) "Get it
because-" (collapses into more laughter)

BARTENDER DUDE: (to Harry, motions with his head to a group of boys) "He had those guys buy
him a few too because he flirts like it's his job." (Harry frowns, Louis is too busy giggling) "This ain't
on me if this man-child dies."

LOUIS: (adorably angry) "I'm not a man-child. I'm older than you. I'm 5'9!"

HARRY: (exasperated) "Lou..."

LOUIS: (points his tongue out at the waiter) "You traitor. I did not tip you a twenty for this
disrespect."

BARTENDER DUDE: "You didn't tip me a twenty or this would have gone differently."

LOUIS: (slumps forward on the bar, jumps up a little to lean on it and poke the bartender on the
chest) "Just so you know I'm very good with alcohol and I only had three." (has four fingers up)
"Four. And a beer. Who paid for the beer?"

BARTENDER DUDE: (unamused) "You did." (to Harry) "What did you want?"

LOUIS: "Me! He only wants me. He wants me this much-" (spreads his arms, knocks over a few
empty glasses that are sitting on the bar) "Oops... I did it again." (dies laughing, turns to Harry)
"Yes, right?"

HARRY: (gentle) "Right. Can you step down for me?" (opens his arms, beckons him) "Come
here."

BARTENDER DUDE: (picking up the glasses, muttering through his teeth) "Are you gonna order
anything before I strangle this light-weight-"

HARRY: "Water. A bottle of water. Please." (bartender throws Louis another look before going to
get the bottle) "Lou." (grabs him by the waist, pulls him away from the bar and towards himself)
"Come here for a second?"

LOUIS: (leans back too far, slips, almost falls on his ass, squeaks) "Soldier down! Send backup!"

HARRY: (catches him, holds him firmly in his arms, Louis' face against his collarbone) "Easy, are
you okay? Are you feeling okay?" (under his own breath) "I left you for fifteen minutes and this..."

LOUIS: (violently pouting) "You left for more, so much more. You left to flirt with your old, stupid-
band friends who are not attractive-" (hiccups) "Not like me, and, and make me jealous-I don't take
well to being made jealous!"

HARRY: "I asked you to come say hi-"

LOUIS: "I drank a shot for every time he touched you because fuck him, okay?" (tries to balance
himself on the bar with one hand) "Wait." (other hand on his mouth, chokes, thinks he's going to
puke, burps) "Ugh, okay, I'm good. Nope." (another burp) "Now, I'm good." (looks up at Harry)
"Fuck whoever thinks they're gonna make a move on you, fuck them all. You're either gonna be
with me or Ed, because he understands how I wan't this to work, you understand?"

HARRY: (cocks his head in loss) "Ed? What?"

LOUIS: "I want you to be with me but with him like that, with me like this so I don't have to worry
about that-Where is Ed? He explains it better probably." (screaming) "Eddy!"

HARRY: "He didn't come, remember?"

LOUIS: (as if he just noticed) "Why? He said he'd come."

HARRY: "Tomorrow. He said he'd come if we go tomorrow."

LOUIS: "Let's go tomorrow."

HARRY: "Let's survive tonight first, bud."

LOUIS: (pushes him away, makes a disgusted face) "Don't call me bud." (sassy) "I'm not bud. I'm
darling-love-baby-hedgehog." (nuzzles his shirt, looks up with big, blue eyes) "Little Loui who you
love."

HARRY: (amused, chuckling) "Yes, tiny, lovely Loui who I left for two minutes and got shitfaced
with Little Mermaid shots."

LOUIS: "Nemo."

HARRY: "Nemo shots."

LOUIS: (hiccups, smiles, blinking lazily) "I want to bite you like you bit me." (another hiccup) "On
my neck. Felt good. I liked it." (giggles) "Bite me again." (laying open mouth kisses on Harry's
naked chest, mostly just wetting the skin in saliva) "Bite me like a dinosaur. Rawr."

HARRY: (grabs the bottle from the bartender who appears disturbed by the display) "Thanks." (to
Louis) "Let's drink some water, eh?"

LOUIS: (doesn't make to move, speech slurred and mumbled against Harry's skin) "Why are you
not bitting me?"

HARRY: "I'll bite you if you drink some water, how about that?"

LOUIS: (smirks) "Before. Then I drink. I need down payments."

HARRY: (rolls his eyes again, leans down, Louis scrunches his shoulders, giggling) "Make room
then, you want it or not?" (more giggling, finally bares his neck, Harry kisses it gently) "There."

LOUIS: "No, you cheated. I know what it's supposed to feel like." (wraps his arms around Harry's
waist, fingers clinging on the back of his button down) "Do it right."

HARRY: "Like this?" (sucks lightly on the skin) "You like it like this?"

LOUIS: (a tiny moan followed by a hum) "Yeah..." (bites his lip, hugs him closer) "More."

HARRY: (pulls away, eyes practically black in contained lust) "Water, like you promised."

LOUIS: (takes the bottle, smirking at Harry all the way) "Then you'll give me more?"

HARRY: (breath hitches, tries to chuckle, comes out breathy) "We'll negotiate terms."

LOUIS: (takes a few sips before stopping, not pulling the bottle out of his mouth, letting it linger
there between his wet lips) "Happy?"

HARRY: (drawn in by the display but trying to concentrate on the matter at hand) "A little more."

LOUIS: (spoken around the bottle) "You first."

HARRY: (pulls the bottle away from him, lays it on the bar) "You're being difficult today then."
(leans closer until Louis is trapped against the bar, one of Harrys hands on the small of his back,
whispers) "Don't make me feed it to you."

LOUIS: (openly rolls his eyes down Harry's lips, neck and torso, biting his lip all the way, slides his
hands below Harry's button-down to touch his stomach) "You're so hot like this." (Harry pulls away
with a faint smile, Louis yanks his hands back, immediately embarrassed) "I'm sorry-I didn't mean
to-I didn't. I'm sorry."

HARRY: "Nothing wrong with it... Just not when you're this drunk."

LOUIS: (whiny) "But I can't do it if I'm not."

HARRY: "That's the problem."

LOUIS: "Cant we just pretend-"

HARRY: (stern) "No."

LOUIS: (grinning) "I want to do the frotty thing."

HARRY: "No, you don't. And you've been hanging out with Ed too much if he's taught you that." (to
himself) "What the hell does he talk to you about anyway-what is this shit?"

LOUIS: (frowns) "He said it feels good. I wanna feel good." (wraps himself around Harry, nuzzling
his neck, kissing it, Harry hisses) "I wanna make you feel good."

HARRY: (caresses Louis' hair gently before pulling Louis' head away from his own neck) "Stop,
love."

LOUIS: (pouts) "Why?"

HARRY: "Because it's not going to happen."

LOUIS: "Come on."

HARRY: (sighs, bites his lip) "I'm sorry."

LOUIS: (whimpers) "Please."

HARRY: "Anything you'd regret sober, I'm not letting you do drunk."

LOUIS: (wraps his arms around Harry's waist again, purposefully rolls his hips, crotch flush
against Harry's thigh, whispered) "But you want it..."

HARRY: (aroused, gulps) "Not like this."

LOUIS: (in Harry's ear) "Like what then?"

HARRY: "With full awareness. And consent."

LOUIS: (scoffs as if it's a joke) "Huh. That's never going to happen."

HARRY: "Too bad for me then."

LOUIS: (whiny) "Come on. I want it now. Isn't that enough? I want it now and drunk-Who cares?"

HARRY: "I care. I care because I know how much you had to drink to get here."

LOUIS: "You'll say no when I'm giving it to you?"

HARRY: (shrugs) "I don't want it."

LOUIS: (grabs Harry's ass, pushes him forward so their crotches touch, moves against him) "Don't
want it, hm?"

HARRY: (breathing heavily) "Not now."

LOUIS: (looks down at their hard-ons, tenting the jeans, to himself) "Shit..." (looks up at Harry,
lewd) "Not tempted at all? Because I sure am."

HARRY: (pushes him back to detach their bodies) "Nope."

LOUIS: (groping Harry's pants) "Then why are you rock hard, Styles?"

HARRY: (smacks his hand away, angry) "I can't control my physiological reactions. I can control
whether I rape you or not."

LOUIS: (stunned) "I want it."

HARRY: "No, you don't, Lou. You know you don't."

LOUIS: "Don't tell me what I fucking want or not. I'm horny and frustrated and I want you to get me
off."

HARRY: "Not happening."

LOUIS: (shocked) "Are you...rejecting me?"

HARRY: "I'm not going to sexually assault you. If that's rejection then so be it."

LOUIS: (annoyed) "Harry."

HARRY: "Will you freak out about this tomorrow?"

LOUIS: "I'm not freaking out now."

HARRY: (pushes him back against the bar, voice thick and husky against Louis' ear) "Will you
freak out knowing a man put his big, rough hand down your wet pants and made you come so
hard your fucking knees gave out?"

LOUIS: (low moan in the back of his throat) "Show me."

HARRY: "Answer the question."

LOUIS: "Who cares?" (more desperate) "Show me."

HARRY: "I care. Answer the question." (staring at him intensely) "You and I both know the answer
so I want you to say it out loud."

LOUIS: "I am so sick of caring so I decided tonight that I wouldn't care." (grabs Harry's hand, puts
it on the outline of his hard-on in his jeans) "So fucking get on with it. I'm finally where you need
me to be."

HARRY: "Trashed beyond awareness and memory?"

LOUIS: (smirks sadly) "Exactly."

HARRY: "Then you're the furthest away from where I need you or want you."

LOUIS: (pissy) "Look, moral messiah, I drank tonight for one reason and one reason alone, and
you're gonna touch my cock if you don't want that money wasted."
HARRY: (shakes his head) "I hate this you."

LOUIS: "Too bad because he's the only me that'll do this. Now drop your principles with your
pants. I don't care for them."

HARRY: "You'll care tomorrow."

LOUIS: "That's why I'm doing it now, not tomorrow."

HARRY: "That's not how I function."

LOUIS: "Get me off. I'll moan your name if that's what you're scared about. I'll keep my eyes open
too and look at you doing it."

HARRY: (furious) "That's not the issue here."

LOUIS: "Then what is the fucking issue, you prude?!"

HARRY: (cold) "Tomorrow."

LOUIS: (snapped) "Fuck tomorrow."

HARRY: (stubborn) "Fuck tonight!" (determined) "I'm not ruining my life for a night, for a quick
jerkie in a bathroom. You're nuts to even suggest it."

LOUIS: (mocking) "Ruining your life?"

HARRY: (serious) "Right. You are my life now, a huge part of it. I care about you so much and I'm
not losing you over a night. You might want tonight-me but I want tomorrow-you. That's the you I
care about most so I'm not doing anything to piss him off. He's sassy, impatient and goddamn
repressed but he's everything to me."

LOUIS: (whispering) "What about this..."

HARRY: "You can't tempt me. I'm always thinking of him. You're hot, sexy..." (bites his lip,
caresses Louis' cheek) "God, you're mind-blowing like this but he's first, he's my number one. Got
it? My number one. He calls all the shots, has me wrapped around his finger."

LOUIS: (in disbelief) "But he freaks out every second and is not worth anyone's time and-"

HARRY: "And screams and yells and panics and sometimes is an asshole and says stuff that hit
below the belt when he feels cornered and loves me for more than my body. He's the one I want."

LOUIS: (brokenly) "You'll never get him."

HARRY: "That's fine. I don't want you if I can't have him."

LOUIS: "That's not fair!"

HARRY: (shrugs) "What can you do?"

LOUIS: (overwhelmed in emotion, pushes him off) "Step aside then, any other of these idiots will
do it in no time."

HARRY: (not inching, has him trapped against the bar) "As if."

LOUIS: "If you're not gonna give me what I want, I'll get it somewhere else."

HARRY: "Give it up. It's not gonna happen tonight." (Louis tries to step aside, Harry grabs him,
puts him back in his original place) "Not tonight, Lou."
LOUIS: (frustrated) "Let go! I can do what I want-You have no right." (teary) "You don't wanna give
me what I want, you don't get to control what I do. Let me leave. I don't wanna stay here
anymore."

HARRY: (hurt but swallowing it) "Let's go home. I'll take you home."

LOUIS: "No." (turns his back on him, leans on the bar) "I don't wanna go back. I don't want you
here at all."

HARRY: (sighs, leans on the bar beside him, wraps an arm around his shoulders) "Hey..." (Louis
avoids his eyes, glaring at the bar) "Let's go home, please." (Louis doesn't reply, Harry sighs)
"Maybe you'll convince me on the way. Either way we need to be home, right?"

LOUIS: (mumbled) "You're lying to get me out of here."

HARRY: "I'm not. Maybe you will convince me. It is a possibility."

LOUIS: "No, it's not. I won't." (looking at the other people) "You're too good of a person for
something like that."

HARRY: (kisses his temple) "You wanna stay here then?" (Louis shrugs, obviously doesn't but too
stubborn to admit it) "Okay, we'll stay. We'll stay here as long as you want." (slides the water bottle
so it's in front of Louis again) "You drink this, I'll have a coke and we'll play the age game. How old
do you think mister muscle is?" (Louis is trying to bite the faint smile from his lips) "Twenty-seven?
Thirty?"

LOUIS: (hiding a smile by drinking water continuously) "Thirty-three, I asked. He has a wife and a
daughter named Libra, like the horoscope. It's dumb and I hate him."

HARRY: "For someone who was swimming with Nemo, good attention to detail."
LOUIS: "Whatever." (turns around, still shaky) "We gonna go home or what? I'm done watching
people make a fool out of themselves."

HARRY: (smiles at him, wraps an arm around his waist to guide him) "I was actually thinking of
making a move on daddy bartender-" (catches Louis' eye) "What, he's an actual dad, he has a
daughter."

LOUIS: (grasps Harry's shirt, pulls him towards the exit unaware that Harry's basically holding him
up every step) "You mistook the eyebrow for disgust. It was possessiveness."

HARRY: (teasing) "Alright, alright. He's all yours, that one."

Scene 2: Alto

(Same Night, Home)

LOUIS: (laying on Harry's bed, visibly troubled, sobering up quickly and painfully) "I don't know
why I...I'm just...I..."

HARRY: (sitting on the bed beside him, caressing Louis' hair) "You're just horny." (Louis looks up,
half-pained) "There is absolutely nothing wrong with that." (Louis whimpers lowly) "It's normal
when you're drunk and it's also normal to get yourself off." (Louis hand grabs onto his hard-on
above his pants, Harry gently removes it) "Not now, love. Wait for me to leave first, okay?"

LOUIS: (latches onto to Harry's shirt as Harry is about to stand up, yanks him back so quickly,
some of the buttons fly off the shirt) "I don't want to sleep alone tonight. I'll have bad dreams."

HARRY: "You won't. I'll leave, prepare a midnight snack and you do what you need to do here,
take a quick shower, climb into clean, warm clothes and call me. I'll come cuddle you to sleep as
usual."
LOUIS: "And you'll stay?"

HARRY: "I'll stay. I'll tell you a goodnight story, an insomnia story so there's no bad dreams."

LOUIS: (panicked) "And tomorrow?"

HARRY: "What about tomorrow?"

LOUIS: "You'll forgive me? You'll treat me right?"

HARRY: (petting his hair) "I don't know who has made you so scared of constant humiliation but I
wish I could find them and make them pay." (leans down, kisses Louis' forehead) "I'll never come
after you with the sole purpose of hurting you and shaming you."

LOUIS: (grabs Harry by the shirt as Harry is pulling away, keeps him close, whispers against
Harry's cheek) "I'm scared."

HARRY: "Scared of what?"

LOUIS: "Of losing control. Of this. Of tonight. I'm scared."

HARRY: "I'll be there no matter what happens."

LOUIS: "How can you promise me that after you know how ruthless I can be?"

Scene 3: Soprano

(Later That Night, Harry's Room)

HARRY: (opens the door slowly) "Hey there, are you all tucked in?" (walks further in) "I brought
you a glass of milk to help you fall asleep."

LOUIS: (curled up on the side in bed, shaking with silent crying, voice weak) "I'm sorry. I'm so
sorry."

HARRY: "No, darling, it's nothing..." (puts the glass on the bed side table, lays down next to Louis)
"Don't cry. Don't do this to yourself." (pulls him to his chest) "Louis."

LOUIS: (clings to Harry's shirt, sobbing) "I'm so sorry. I'm so pathetic and I ruined everything. I
ruined everything. I ruined our friendship. I ruined everything I had. I always do this. I always do
this bad thing when I can't control myself because I have bad feelings for all my friends-wrong
feelings that ruin stuff and make them hurt me and I ruined this because I did it again-It always
ends bad-I do this with everyone and they hate me after and I keep doing it because I'm such a
piece of shit. I don't deserve friends-" (chocking on his sobs and breaths, breaking down) "You're
all I have and that was so wrong-I didn't mean it-I got confused-I didn't-I'm so sorry. Please, I'm so
sorry."

HARRY: (genuinely worried now, hugging him tightly) "No, love. What are you saying? Nothing
happened-Lou, hey. Lou, nothing happened. We're alright. We're fine-We were fine. We joked
about it. It was okay. It's okay." (caressing his hair, peppering it with kisses when Louis doesn't
relax, only get more frazzled) "Lou."

LOUIS: "I don't want you to hurt me."

HARRY: (caught off guard) "What?"

LOUIS: "Please, don't hurt me."

HARRY: "I'd never hurt you." (looks at him, Louis has his eyes shut, he's shaking all over) "Never
ever. Am I hurting you right now? Did I hurt you before? Have I ever? Talk to me, Lou. How can I
help? Where does it hurt?"
LOUIS: (weak whispers) "He hurt me so bad after. So bad. It hurt so bad. I didn't want to be alive.
It hurt so much."

HARRY: (pulls the cover all the way over their head) "He won't do it again because I have you,
look at me." (Louis barely opens his eyes) "I have you here where you're safe and he'll never get
you again." (raises his hand to brush away Louis' bangs from his face, Louis flinches hard at the
act and whimpers 'please', Harry's voice cracks) "No, love. Not like that at all." (softly caresses his
hair slowly) "Not at all, my little one. Look?" (presses an urgent kiss on Louis' forehead, mumbles
against it) "I'm not like him. I don't know who he is but I'm not like him, I promise you."

LOUIS: (eyes tight in tears, hands blindly grabbing on Harry's forearms to ground himself any way
possible, fingers bruising the skin with their hold, mumbling in repetition) "I was sorry. I did it
accidentally. He didn't have to do that."

HARRY: (cups his face, brings him close so they're breathing the same air) "There's nothing to be
sorry about. You did nothing wrong tonight. Look at me, angel. Please open your eyes for me,
please." (Louis opens his eyes slowly, Harry keeps eye contact) "You have done nothing wrong.
I'm still here. I'll always be here. I will never, ever leave you. I Zayn you, remember?" (touches
Louis' face with his fingertips, smiling, teary-eyed) "That's our thing, remember? Just you and me
know what that means, just us. You know why? Because it's different because we're different."

LOUIS: (hands on top of Harry's, small, raw) "Different?"

HARRY: "Yes. Different like nothing that has ever happened before. We're so different and I love
that about us."

LOUIS: "I want different."

HARRY: (nose to nose) "Then I'll give you different, darling."

***

A/N: H-h-h-heavy but some real progress here and some insight. Louis is slowly being stripped of
all his layers for the reader to witness. When I think of how much this fic has changed and grown
since the original, I'm mind-blown.

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Why did Louis act like that at the bar? Why did Louis react like
that at home?

=================

87. Actually

MOOD: "Miss Jackson" by Panic! At the Disco

***

Chapter 87: Actually

Scene 1

HARRY: (sitting on his bed, Louis still cuddled under the sheets) "Are we going to talk about last
night?"

LOUIS: "What about it?"

HARRY: "You know..."

LOUIS: "You don't."

HARRY: "Huh?"

LOUIS: "You don't know, remember? Everything that happens in the dark you can't know
because...because the rules."

HARRY: (softly) "Louis..."

LOUIS: "You're breaking the rules."

HARRY: "I want to help."

LOUIS: "Help with what?"

HARRY: "Lou, please."

LOUIS: "Help with what? What could there be to help with?"

HARRY: "Don't you think it's time to, I don't know...Maybe...Talk. About this. About you. A bit."

LOUIS: "I talk about me all the time. I'm a narcissistic fuck."

HARRY: "More about you."

LOUIS: "Like?"

HARRY: "Like...last night."

LOUIS: "Like last night what?"

HARRY: "Are you really gonna make me say it?"

LOUIS: "I sure hope you don't, if you know what's right for us."

HARRY: "What about what's right for you?"

LOUIS: "I got too drunk, maybe drugged, maybe that was it. I was drugged. Someone spiked my
drink and I lost my mind and all that bar-shit happened and then I came home and felt like shit and
I woke up feeling like shit because that's what happens when you drink a lot-and get drugged.
That's what happens. That's what happened. That was last night. We have talked about last night
now-Let's talk about tonight. Is Ed coming tonight?"

HARRY: "What about..." (shrugs) "The other stuff... The things you said and..." (looks down) "And
the whole, I don't know...that whole..."

LOUIS: "I-think-you're-hot thing?"

HARRY: (blushes) "Yeah."

LOUIS: "I think Tequila bottles and toilet brushes are hot when I'm drunk, doesn't take too much."

HARRY: (nods, forced smile) "Yeah, I get it. It's a drunk thing. We've all been drunk-We've all had
those nights. Bad nights full of...bad decisions and dumb stuff we say. Typical college nights, I
assume at least since I... Well, happens to the best of us. That kind of thing." (standing up
awkwardly) "Let me know if you need anything, like Tylenol or towels, food, new sheets..." (heads
for the door) "I'll be downstairs."

LOUIS: "You can stay, if you want. I'll make room..." (shifts to the edge of the bed, eyes big) "I
didn't puke so I'm all clean and such."

HARRY: (small smile that falls) "I should probably..." (points behind his back) "Mom wants me to
do the dishes."

LOUIS: (nods slowly) "I didn't puke, did I?"

HARRY: "No, you didn't. You were fine. Wobbly and cuddly but fine." (shrugs) "I liked it." (chuckle)
"But then again I always like you so what's new." (heads out before Louis can speak again)

Scene 2

LOUIS: (on their way to the club, walking) "Hey." (grabs Ed's arm, pulls him so they're further back
from the group, walking slower) "Come here for a second..."

HARRY: (notices, pauses mid-sentence, confused) "Is everything okay?"

LOUIS: "Fine, we'll be right there."

HARRY: (shoulders slumped) "Oh. Alright. I'll be..." (trails off, continues talking to some friends,
not looking back)

ED: "What's up?"

LOUIS: (reluctant) "I need you to watch out for me tonight."

ED: "Yeah, for sure, man."

LOUIS: "No, I mean really. I need you to make sure I don't do anything stupid."

ED: "Like..."
LOUIS: "Like anything I'd regret the next day. Anything I wouldn't normally do. I need you to make
sure that doesn't happen." (vulnerable) "Can you?"

ED: (nodding slowly) "Yeah, don't worry. I get it." (starts walking again) "Let's catch up before
Harry re-weds his-"

LOUIS: (grabs him, pulls him back) "No, I don't think you do." (looks at Harry, bites his lip, looks at
Ed again, pleading) "I need-"

ED: (interjects) "I know. I get it. I won't let you."

LOUIS: "No matter what."

ED: "Yeah, no worries-"

LOUIS: "No, Ed, I need you to help me no matter what I'm saying at the time because sometimes I
say wrong things. I'm not gonna drink tonight but just in case I go mad or get...confused, I need
you to catch me and-and interrupt or do whatever it takes to stop me because I don't want
yesterday to happen again."

ED: "I have you."

LOUIS: "Promise me." (extends his pinkie) "Promise me you have me tonight. I'll make it up to
you. We're friends, right?"

ED: "We are." (touches their pinkies together) "And I'll do as you say but I won't promise you no
regrets."

Scene 3

HARRY: (in the club, approaching Louis, shyly) "Not drinking?"

LOUIS: (elbow on the bar, holding a glass) "Nah."

HARRY: "Still feeling the effects of last night?"

LOUIS: "The thought of alcohol has me gagging."

HARRY: "I bet." (silent lingering, looks at Louis' glass) "Water?"

LOUIS: "Sprite."

HARRY: "Ah." (more waiting, both moving stiffly to the music, avoiding eye contact) "You know
what they say, a hair of-"

LOUIS: (immediately) "Yup. Now that I think about it maybe beer wouldn't be too bad."

HARRY: "Yeah?"

LOUIS: (shrugs) "It's just beer, right?"

HARRY: "Want me to...?"

LOUIS: "Uh, sure."

HARRY: (quickly) "Like friends."

LOUIS: "Course. I mean, like, of course, everyone knows that."

HARRY: "Right." (sipping on his drink, not casual) "What'd you talk about with Ed?"

LOUIS: "Oh you know..."

HARRY: "Um..."

LOUIS: "Like, stuff and stuff."

HARRY: "Stuff and stuff."

LOUIS: "Bro stuff."

HARRY: "Bro stuff..."

LOUIS: "Stuff you'd talk about with a bro, that kind of stuff like...like chicks and stuff."

HARRY: (winces) "Bro stuff."

LOUIS: "We don't talk about bro stuff, you know, so he's a good replacement-" (regrets his choice
of words) "Person friend thing."

HARRY: (eyes on the floor) "We could. Talk."

LOUIS: "I guess we could." (looking around frantically for an out) "Where's Ed...?"

HARRY: (motioning with his glass without looking up) "There."

LOUIS: (squinting) "Where?"

HARRY: "Couches on the right. Flirting with the blond bombshell."

LOUIS: (looks around Harry) "Oh. How did even you see that?"

HARRY: "I have a good Ed-dar. Leftover from years of jealousy and possessiveness."

LOUIS: "Are you jealous now?"

HARRY: "Not exactly."

LOUIS: "So kind of?" (grinning) "You jealous of me? Is that why you asked about what I told him?"

HARRY: (throws the straw out, drinks from the glass, smirking) "Close but no cigar."

LOUIS: "Ah?"

HARRY: (looking out at the people in the club) "You'd know if we talked about bro stuff but alas..."
(sips on his drink again)

LOUIS: "We can't talk about bro stuff. You're not my bro."

HARRY: (turns towards him) "What am I then?"

LOUIS: "You know..."

HARRY: "I'm all ears."

LOUIS: "Harry..." (squirming) "You know."

HARRY: (biting his lip, flirtatious) "Do I?"

LOUIS: (gulps) "Yeah, you know...you're...you. We're us, we're not bros. We're..." (shrugs, pulling
at his sleeves, frazzled) "Not like that. You said it yourself that time. You said you hated the word
and you know why, we both...Not like that."

HARRY: (leaning in, sides touching) "Like what then?"

LOUIS: (doesn't move away) "You tell me."

HARRY: "I would but you'd scream."

LOUIS: (tiny smile) "I scream for no one."

HARRY: "You'd scream for me."

LOUIS: (caught up) "That so?"

HARRY: (hidden excitement, hand slowly reaches to touch Louis' waist) "Don't know, would have
to test it."

LOUIS: "You seemed quite sure earlier."

HARRY: (nervous laughter) "When am I ever sure of anything?"

LOUIS: "I need you to be sure of this."

HARRY: "This...?"
LOUIS: (blinking vaguely) "This."

HARRY: (chuckle) "I'm confused."

LOUIS: "I was never not confused when it comes to you."

HARRY: "This sounds important."

LOUIS: (smiling fondly) "Probably because it is, potato."

HARRY: (blurts) "Should probably just kiss you and get it over with-" (catches sight of Louis'
shock) "I'm-was-joking-am-joking. Was a joke...bro."

LOUIS: (scrunches his nose) "Bro?"

HARRY: (flushed) "Did not mean that."

LOUIS: "Which part?"

HARRY: "That last part?"

LOUIS: "Bro?"

HARRY: "That too."

LOUIS: "That too?"

HARRY: (flustered)"That also, also that, I didn't, none of this."

LOUIS: "None of this?"

HARRY: (exasperated) "What are we talking about Louis?"

LOUIS: (distant)"Nothing. Small talk."

HARRY: (face drops) "Small talk."

LOUIS: (on the defensive) "You're awfully repetitive today."

HARRY: (on the offensive) "Helps me understand better."

LOUIS: "I bet."

HARRY: "Are you getting that beer?"

LOUIS: "Thought you were getting it for me."

HARRY: "Am I?"

LOUIS: "You said you would. Changed your mind?"

HARRY: "Why would I?"

LOUIS: "Why would you?"

HARRY: "But I'm repetitive..."

LOUIS: "I'm helping you understand better."

HARRY: (sarcastic) "Thank you."

LOUIS: (pushes off the bar) "I'm gonna say hi to Ed, see if he'll introduce me to one of her friends."
(fake smile) "You'll come back with my drink?"

HARRY: (purposeful) "Will I?"

LOUIS: (walking away) "Ooh, the suspense." (sulking all the way there, next to Ed now, putting on
a smile) "Hi mate, having fun?" (winking at the girl) "Hi."

ED: "Hey buddy. Lost Harry to some hunk already?"

LOUIS: "What?"

ED: "This is Ellie. Ellie, my biggest fan, Louis Tomlinson."

ELLIE: "Biggest fan?"

LOUIS: "Yup, but about Harry-"

ED: "He made me a shirt. It was very cute. Almost wore it today too but that'd be weird." (nudging
Louis) "Right?"

LOUIS: (snaps awake from where he was trying to find Harry again) "Huh?"
ED: "The shirt."

LOUIS: "Right, right. Made it myself. I'll make more for a starting salary of 150K."

ELLIE: "Steep. You'd think he weaved gold."

ED: (laughs) "Louis hails from the dry lands of Florida."

ELLIE: "Disney!"

LOUIS: "Yes, precisely that." (can't help looking back again) "Precisely..."

ED: "Louis works for Disney."

ELLIE: "Ah. Like your ex, right, I heard that right? What a coincidence."

ED: (grins)"I'll tell you an even bigger one, the reveal-" (looks at Louis) "You need a drink, man?
You keep-"

HARRY: (approaching on the other side, two beer glasses in his hands) "Anyone say drink?"
(Louis flips around, Harry hands one glass to Ed) "Love..." (lingers beside him) "Don't think we've
met."

ED: "Thank you. Thank you. And Louis?"

HARRY: (smiles at Louis who is low-key glaring at him) "Louis isn't drinking tonight. Last night
hospitalized him."

LOUIS: (under his breath) "Classy, Styles."

ELLIE: (worried) "Really?"

HARRY: "No, not really. He was fine but he's taking the day off." (Ellie nods) "To give his liver a
break."

ED: "You can't argue with that." (cheers with Harry) "To your sister."

ELLIE: (smiling at the gesture, to Ed) "Your boyfriend?"

ED: "Ex. My lovely ex."

ELLIE: "Ah. The famous ex. Is this the coincidence? I see now. The reveal." (chuckles) "Harry,
no?" (Harry nods while drinking, to Ed) "He is very beautiful."

ED: "Didn't I tell you?"

HARRY: (smirking) "Thank you. You as well."

ELLIE: (flattered, flirty) "Do you swing both ways too, like Eddy here?"

LOUIS: (deadpanned) "No."

HARRY: "Yes."

ELLIE: (happy) "Yes?"

LOUIS: (moves so he's next to Harry) "He thought pussies were called 'munginas'. He does not
swing both ways. He likes dick."
ED: (raises an eyebrow) "Munginas... Why do I expect more from you?" (Harry gives him the
middle finger)

ELLIE: "Is he sure though? Because..." (grandiosely) "I have arrived to educate him." (all but Louis
laugh) "I'll do it for free as well, Bio 101."

ED: (joking) "Leave it to Harry to ruin my game-" (teasing, loud) "Like he ruined my life!"

HARRY: (laughing) "Hush, bebe, I was your life." (to Ellie, grinning) "I am sure. Unfortunately. I like
'em male and distinctly aware of it."

ELLIE: "Too bad. We could have had something. We could have been."

HARRY: "A pity."

LOUIS: (taunt turned bitter) "Not sure you had anything to give him, if you catch my drift."

HARRY: (mumbled) "He means dick."

LOUIS: (vulgarly acting it out) "Harry likes sneaking in the backdoor, if you know what I mean."

HARRY: "He means bum. I like it up my bum."

ELLIE: (amused) "Brand new information."

ED: (to Ellie, aside) "Innit? Gays like it up the bum, what else has changed?"

LOUIS: (to Harry, harsh whispers) "Jumping ships, Styles?"

HARRY: "Only if I see someone else doing it. I follow, you see? Follower. I always follow."

LOUIS: (frustrated but holding back) "Wouldn't have picked you to be passive aggressive."

HARRY: "Don't know what you're talking about."

LOUIS: (snappy) "Where's my drink?"

HARRY: "Where indeed?"

LOUIS: (shakes his head) "Passive aggressive."

HARRY: (arm around Louis' shoulders) "Darling, that's caring. I care for you. I want you well."

LOUIS: (shrugging his arm off) "Bitch."

HARRY: "Again, I always follow. If I'm being one, then someone else must be..." (Ellie calls him)
"Hmm?"

ELLIE: "Ed says you know Will."

HARRY: "Sweeny? Yeah, we used to go to school together. He was here like maybe ten seconds
ago. You know him too?"

ELLIE: "He called me over. They're opening for me, the band."

ED: "What you could have been."

LOUIS: "That's who you were with just now?"

ELLIE: (joking) "Perhaps they'll take you back, hotshot. Then you'd get to tour like Ed." (playing
with her eyebrows) "With me. I'd have a semester to work you, mold you all straight." (laughing,
Harry joins) "You look good a little bent though." (wink) "Bet Sweeny would agree."

LOUIS: (has gone serious) "You're big enough to have an opening act?"

HARRY: (chuckling) "Perhaps I'll re-audition."

ED: "Quit Disney, become the pop-star you were meant to be."

HARRY: "Ha. Sure, sure."

LOUIS: (has latched onto the back of Harry's shirt without noticing) "Are you serious? Are you
actually considering this?"

HARRY: (looks at him, laughing) "Pop-star I was meant to be, right?"

LOUIS: (disguised worry) "Like hell. You'd be shit with crowds. You're not that good a singer
anyway."

HARRY: "You've never heard me sing."

ED: "He's very good-"

LOUIS: "Whatever."

ED: (oblivious) "You're very good too, Louis. No need to get mad."
LOUIS: "I'm not mad. Why would you think I'm mad?" (obviously mad) "I'm just annoyed I have no
idea what we're talking about."

ED: "Harry. Singing."

LOUIS: "Who the fuck is Will Sweeny?"

HARRY: "If you had said hi yesterday-"

ELLIE: "You sing as well, Louis?"

LOUIS: "One second, there's like five conversations happening at the same time."

ELLIE: (confused) "Um..."

HARRY: (wraps an arm around Louis properly, pulls him closer) "Louis is still a little tired. He didn't
sleep well." (whispered to Louis) "You know I wouldn't."

ED: (noticing, getting Ellie's attention) "Louis' voice gives you the shivers."

ELLIE: "We should all sing together sometimes. Jam, as they say."

HARRY: (caressing Louis' back, looking at him affectionately) "I wouldn't go anywhere without
you-"

LOUIS: (stepping away suddenly) "Get me that drink, yeah?"

HARRY: "Uh..."(hurt) "Sure." (leaves for the bar again)

LOUIS: (pretending to keep up with the conversation that's already going on) "What are we talking
about again?"

ED: "You."

ELLIE: "Getting laid."

LOUIS: (misunderstands) "Oh, no, it's not like that with him-"

ED: "Ellie's talking about the girls, Louis."

LOUIS: "Hmm?"

ED: "The girls with her? Her friends?"

ELLIE: "In honor of Harry making a move, I shall help you make one as well. Which one were you
after, Louis?"

LOUIS: (frowning) "I don't..."

ELLIE: (rolls her eyes) "Of my friends. Which one am I wingman-ing for? You came here for a
reason, right?"

LOUIS: "Harry went to get a drink."

ELLIE: "I'm sure he did."

LOUIS: (flips around quickly, notices Harry talking to the guy next to him at the bar) "He's getting a
drink. He'll be back."
ELLIE: "Until then...the blonde, the brunette, or the curly-haired blonde?"

LOUIS: (fidgeting, hands in his pockets) "Wouldn't want to make him awkward."

ELLIE: (raises an eyebrow) "Why would he..." (looks at Ed, lost) "Did I...miss something?"

ED: "Nope." (to Louis) "You better jump on this offer, Tommo. You'll be hard-pressed to get a
better in."

LOUIS: (not looking away from Harry) "You should probably get him."

ED: "Get who?"

LOUIS: (looking at Ed now) "Harry. You should probably get Harry so he's not with that guy."

ELLIE: (sensing the tension) "I think I'll get a drink myself. But think about it, pretty eyes."

LOUIS: "I'd go but it's probably better if you do anyway just in case."

ED: "Why?"

LOUIS: "Isn't that what people do...?" (Ed waits for an explanation) "If you ever wanna win him
back."

ED: "I don't wanna win him back. I'm perfectly happy as is."

LOUIS: "He's a catch though."

ED: "Don't doubt it."

LOUIS: "You should probably like...not let him go. Fight harder and shit."

ED: "Are we talking about me or you?"

LOUIS: "Huh?"

ED: (smiles warmly) "I don't want to be with him, Lou. I think it's good that he's branching out."

LOUIS: (nods sharply, visibly wounded) "Of course, I think that too."

ED: "Mhmm."

LOUIS: "I'm just worried about it, that's all. Don't want him ending up with the wrong person."

ED: "Is that why you're pushing so hard for him to be with me?"

LOUIS: "You're the right person."

ED: "Time has proven otherwise."

LOUIS: "You're his best bet."

ED: "You can't possibly know that."

LOUIS: "I do. I know you so I know he'll be happy with you."
ED: "He wasn't."

LOUIS: "Then."

ED: "He won't be now either."

LOUIS: "You can't know that."

ED: "I do know, Louis. Because I know what makes him happy now and it's not me, bub."

LOUIS: "You make him happy all the time. He's told me."

ED: (sighs) "You want to push him onto someone else because it's becoming very clear to you
where you want him to really be and who you want him to really be with."

LOUIS: "You."

ED: "You."

LOUIS: "Never."

ED: "Right. Because of that straight thing. Because you're straight and you're so keen on being
straight that you'd sacrifice being happy."

LOUIS: "Being straight makes me happy."

ED: "Really?"
LOUIS: "I can't be happy without."

ED: "Can you be happy without him?"

LOUIS: (shrugs, gulps) "I can be happy being his friend, knowing he's happy..." (licks his lips,
glances at Harry, looks away) "With someone else. I'd be happy if he was with you. Whoever he's
with that makes him happy, I'll be happy for him."

ED: (realizing)"You want him to be unavailable."

LOUIS: "Happy."

ED: (sarcastic) "Because Harry's track record has proven that he's always loyal to his boyfriends
so there'd be absolutely no risk of anything happening, anything at all, especially when it involves
someone he's deeply and secretly chasing after. You are so right, Louis. Harry has proven that
much to us."

LOUIS: (testy) "He is loyal."

ED: "No, he's not. But he will be. For that one person."

LOUIS: "That's what I want him to find."

ED: "Alright, but when he will, it will kill. Trust me, it will be more painful than the scars on your
thighs."

LOUIS: (scoffs) "Spoken like a person who has no scars on his thighs."

ED: "Spoken like a person that has scars on his heart. If that time comes, you'll wish it was
something you could hide-something that'd stop bleeding. But watching someone you're in love
with fall for someone else in front of your very eyes is agony, a wound that never closes fully.
Watching him look at another person the same way he looked at you-hold him like he used to hold
you..." (stops to gather himself, shakes his head) "You and Harry aren't friends, Lou, because
friends don't cuddle each other to sleep. And when he gets a boyfriend, you can be damn sure
those touches will be gone because someone else is gonna lay down the law and the leash will be
tight, so tight you'd be out of the picture."

LOUIS: "That's not true."

ED: "I wouldn't let my man be someone else's. Would you?" (looks towards the bar where Harry's
smiling at the other boy) "Oh, look, you already have."

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Is Louis losing Harry? Why?

=================

88. Almighty

A/N: D-D-drop the double. Some of you got a little lost on the subtleties of the last chapter. I'll try
to be more direct but careful reading helps as well. The few people who are still crusading over
them getting together should get over it because I like writing about the process, not the actual
relationship. We will get there just let me walk slowly so I don't trip.

MOOD: "Sacrifice" by Zella Day

***

Chapter 88: Almighty

Scene 1: (4:15 am)

HARRY: (walking back to where Ed and Ellie are sitting in a booth) "Where is he?"

ED: (looks up) "Lover boy is back. Did you miss? Was he taken?"

ELLIE: "Too bad. I thought that one was in the bag."

HARRY: "Where is he?"

ELLIE: "Who?"

HARRY: "Lou. Did you let him leave? Alone?"

ED: "No, no. He's here." (points to his lap, Harry steps sideways to spot Louis asleep, laying on
the booth, head on Ed's lap) "He's taking a quick nap."

HARRY: (worried) "Passed out? Did he drink—you made him drink?"

ED: "He's just sleepy. He didn't wanna go home without you so we waited."

HARRY: (sitting in the booth, next to Louis' legs) "Why didn't you tell me? I could have taken him
back." (Ed tries to touch Louis' hair, Louis stirs, gets fussy) "Not like that."

ED: "Huh?"

HARRY: (slides closer, removes Ed's hand) "Don't touch his face like that—you have to warn him
first." (leans over, lightly touches Louis' cheek with his knuckle first) "So he doesn't startle." (slowly
cups his face, voice much softer) "Hi Sleeping Beauty, ready to go home?"
LOUIS: (smiles, eyes closed, mumbled) "D'you have a boyfriend now?"

HARRY: (chuckles) "Maybe." (slides his arm underneath Louis' frame to pull him up) "You're
getting heavy, huh? Mom's feeding you too much, me thinks."

ED: "You need help?"

HARRY: (sharp) "I have him." (softens) "Don't I always have you, Lou-bear?"

LOUIS: (smiles bigger as he wraps his arms around Harry's neck) "Yes." (nuzzles his face in
Harry's neck) "Will he like me?"

HARRY: (picking him up with a grunt, Louis fully cuddled in his arms) "Who?"

LOUIS: "Your boyfriend."

HARRY: (kisses his forehead once) "He might just have to." (another kiss, Louis chuckles) "You
might just have to make him." (to Ed) "We're going home. Are you guys staying?"

ED: (shuffling out already) "No, no, we were waiting for you anyway. You sure you can hold him all
the way there? He can walk. He's sleepy not wounded."

HARRY: (holds him tighter, to Louis) "Wanna walk by yourself, darling?"

LOUIS: (blinks awake) "If you're tired..."

HARRY: "What if I want you in my arms?"

LOUIS: (blushing) "Uh, then..." (shrugs quickly, flustered, buries his face back in Harry's neck,
muffled whispers) "Then let me stay."
Scene 2: (5:49 am)

HARRY: (opening his eyes with difficulty, looks at Louis who's in bed facing him, tugging on
Harry's hair) "What time is it?"

LOUIS: (shrugs) "Hasn't been too long."

HARRY: (yawns, blinks slowly) "Why aren't you asleep?"

LOUIS: (small) "I was watching you."

HARRY: "Watching me?"

LOUIS: (nods, pulls his hand back to his chest) "I was watching you be pretty."

HARRY: (laughs) "All drool and snores, yes, my best self."

LOUIS: "I wish we could always be like this."

HARRY: "Hmm?"

LOUIS: "Here. I wish I could stay here forever."

HARRY: "Move in with my mom, you mean? Do it. She loves you."

LOUIS: (smiles) "I love her back." (quiet) "I like having a mom."
HARRY: "Oh, Lou..."

LOUIS: "But not that. I mean here, in bed, like this."

HARRY: (knowing) "In the dark."

LOUIS: (nods) "I'm such a jerk out there." (Harry is shaking his head) "Yes, I am. You know I am."
(cups Harry's face again) "I'm getting worse."

HARRY: (leaning into his touches) "You act as if that you and this you are completely—"

LOUIS: "Different? Yeah, because they are...Here I almost feel like I don't have to exist. Beyond
this. There is no world but you."

HARRY: "Oddly cheesy."

LOUIS: (half-smiles) "I think you're beautiful." (Harry raises his eyebrows, faint blush on his
cheeks, Louis has his eyes pinned on Harry's tattoos instead) "I wanted to say that...I said it all
wrong and I can't stop thinking about it." (to himself, emotional) "Fuck, I'm such a coward. I can't
even compliment you—I'm getting worse."

HARRY: "You like stories, right?" (Louis nods) "In quest stories with knights and missions and
dragons..." (grabs Louis' hand, spreads both of their palms so they're touching each other) "Every
trial the knight faces prepares him more the final battle. Purifies him, they say."

LOUIS: "Who?"

HARRY: "The people who invented stories. It challenges the knight by providing resistance,
testing him, inside, here." (pokes Louis' chest, Louis smiles, pulls his hand away to touch their
palms again) "Do you know what it prepares him for?"
LOUIS: (grins) "Dragons."

HARRY: "A final battle. The belly of the best where the biggest dragon awaits. And despite all the
little battles beforehand, this battle won't be easy. Here..." (pushes Louis' hand until he has to
push back to keep them in between) "Resistance is greatest. Here, the knight becomes a hero."

LOUIS: (sad) "Or dies."

HARRY: "Or dies but if he dies, he sacrifices himself for the greater good, and so is still a hero."

LOUIS: (pulls his hand away) "That's what I'll do. When I can't win properly, I'll just die. At least
then I'll still be a hero and other people can be happy."

HARRY: (pets his hair) "Promise me you'll try fighting first."

LOUIS: (looks at him) "But if it doesn't work and I die then you'll still be happy?"

HARRY: (smiles sadly) "We should have told the Shrek story instead, at least that one makes you
laugh."

LOUIS: "But this one I don't know the ending to."

Scene 3: (9:43 pm)

HARRY: (walks by, spots Louis, sitting on his bed, walks in the room) "Hey there. Was looking for
you."

LOUIS: (sullen) "M'here..."

HARRY: (sits on the bed) "Where have you been all day?"
LOUIS: "Ed."

HARRY: "Ah... You've grown quite fond of him."

LOUIS: (nods, still not meeting his eyes) "He's pretty amazing, yeah."

HARRY: "He is. It's tough not to adore him."

LOUIS: "Yeah..." (bites the inside of his lip in thought) "He's uh..." (shakes his head) "He's
really..."

HARRY:"Really what? Did something happen?"

LOUIS: (closes his eyes momentarily, struggling, opens them again, pained) "I think you should
get back together with him."

HARRY: "What?"

LOUIS: "I think you should take him back. You should be with him. Together. Date him again."

HARRY: "Why?"

LOUIS: (shrugs) "He's amazing, like you said. He's good for you."

HARRY: "No, he's not. We're terrible together."

LOUIS: "He can take care of you. He can give you lots of love, everything you need."
HARRY: (hurt) "Why are you giving up on me? You think I should go back...? You think I
haven't...been...anything—anything more than what I was?"

LOUIS: "I think you should go back because he will treat you right and I want—no, need that for
you. I need someone to treat you right."

HARRY: "I don't wanna be his baby anymore. I'm more than that."

LOUIS: (bites his lip, conflicted) "I know. You are." (against his will, voice cracking) "But maybe it
will work better this time around." (frustrated with himself) "You're a both better people and this will
be a better relationship. Better than the last one."

HARRY: "But I got over the last one—"

LOUIS: "No, you haven't."

HARRY: (blinks) "I have. I don't want that back."

LOUIS: "He'll love you like you deserve to be loved."

HARRY: "I don't wanna be loved like that. That didn't work—"

LOUIS: (snaps, loud) "It will work now!"

HARRY: (flinches) "Did Ed put you up to this?"

LOUIS: "No... He doesn't..."

HARRY: "Doesn't what?"

LOUIS: (through grit teeth) "Doesn't think it's a good idea."

HARRY: "He doesn't want—so this is all you?"

LOUIS: (sniffling) "I want what's best for both of you. You had a great relationship and you still
can." (rambling, shaking) "You can't give up on these things or they go away. If you don't give up,
you'll have what you want. And that's what you want, right?"

HARRY: "No, I'm telling you it's not."

LOUIS: "Why wouldn't you want someone who loves you and cares for you?"

HARRY: "I do want that but it doesn't have to be Ed. I don't want to want Ed just because he's
safe—It's not fair to him, both of us."

LOUIS: "What do you want then?" (teary-eyed) "To suffer? To have no one? To be fucking alone?
Like me, like I am?"

HARRY: "You're not—"

LOUIS: (furious) "Yes, I am!" (emotional) "You don't want this life. Trust me. You have the kindest,
most beautiful soul right there and you'd be mad not to take that offer while it still stands. You'll
regret it forever if you don't. I'll regret it for you. I want that for you—I want it bad—I want you
happy because you deserve it. I want you with him."

HARRY: "But that won't make me happy. I don't want him anymore."

LOUIS: "Why?"
HARRY: "Because I want someone else."

LOUIS: (desperate)"Why?!"

HARRY: "Because I do. I can't help it. I just do."

LOUIS: "He's the best you'll ever get—He's ama—"

HARRY: (angry finally) "If he's so amazing, why don't you fucking date him, Louis?! You've been
raving about him for ages now and you can't seem to stop spending time with him like he's some
godsent miracle—You're obviously..." (pauses to breathe, can't seem to get the words out)
"Smitten with him and his songs and his jokes and his hugs, so just date him, won't you? Just..."
(hand goes through his hair) "Is that what you wanna hear? My permission, is that what you want
now? You want to know if I'm over him so that you can have a go—" (Louis is so shocked he can't
speak) "Go for it. Do it. I don't—Do it. He's all yours. I..." (looks down, lip bit) "I'll give you my
blessing or whatever..."

LOUIS: "Are you nuts?" (Harry looks up) "You think I want him? Are you completely gone?" (voice
louder, squeaky in fear and panic) "I'm not gay, Harry. We've been over this before. I'm not into
men. I'm not into him. I won't be dating him or any man anytime soon, you hear me?"

HARRY: (sulking) "Hear you just fine."

LOUIS: "Then what the hell are you on about?"

HARRY: "Nothing. Just..." (shakes his head, breathes in deeply through his nose) "Just as
delusional as you, I guess." (bitter chuckle) "Both of us trying to throw him around, like he's some
piece of meat without a say, like..." (scoffs) "Pathetic. We're pathetic."

LOUIS: "Forgive me for wanting to make you happy."

HARRY: (gets up from his bed, walks out the door) "If you want me happy, you'd do well to open
your goddamn eyes."

LOUIS: "What is that supposed to mean—Harry!" (groans in frustration, smacks one of the pillows)
"Harry, please!" (collapses on the bed, pushes his face in the pillow, quietly) "Please, baby..."

Scene 4: (11:30 pm)

HARRY: (walking through the kitchen, unlit cigarette between his lips, mumbled) "I'm going for a
walk."

ANNE: (turns around from washing the dishes) "Now?"

HARRY: "Yes, I need a smoke. I'm not going far. Won't be out long."

ANNE: "You're still smoking? I thought you said you'd quit three months—"

HARRY: (snappy) "Not now, mom."

ANNE: (opens her mouth, re-thinks) "Something happened then."

HARRY: "No." (heading towards the door) "Just going for a walk."

ANNE: (back to facing the sink, knowing) "Won't Louis come with you?"

HARRY: (overly sarcastic) "Well obviously not."

ANNE: "Alright, take it down a notch."

HARRY: (aggravated sigh) "Sorry. I'm sorry. I'm not feeling well and that's why I need the walk. So
I can calm down and not be a pain for everyone around who's trying to be happy while I'm here..."
(breaking) "Swallowing my misery and my ex is hitting on my best friend."

ANNE: "Ed's hitting on Louis?"

HARRY: "Yes—no. I don't...I have no idea what's happening. No one tells me anything anymore. I
just know something's happening because all of a sudden I'm up there, screaming and cursing at
him when for the last few months, I never as much as raised my voice. Now I constantly find
myself holding it together in front of him, in front of Ed, in front of you, Gemma..." (gulps,
afterthought) "Should have brought Zayn."

LOUIS: (from the doorway, pissy) "Damn right you should have."

HARRY: (looks up, stunned) "Lou, I didn't..."

LOUIS: (walks towards him, hood on his hair, his own pack in his hands) "Save it. We both know
you're right."

ANNE: (when Louis is about to open the door) "Louis, honey, I'd feel better if Harry came with you.
I don't want you lost."

LOUIS: (forcing a polite tone and a smile) "Oh, it's alright. I think I know my way around at this
point. I'll just be out here."

HARRY: (can't help himself) "Ed's shown him around."

LOUIS: (frowns) "You're being ridiculous."

HARRY: (flips towards him) "Oh, am I? Why? Because I'm a little bit put off by the fact that the two
closest people to me want to do stuff without me all the time?"
LOUIS: (caustic) "No, see, you're wrong because the closest person to you is Zayn, remember?"

HARRY: "Is that what you guys bond over? Is that what you have in common? How much you
both hate that I love him?"

LOUIS: (sarcastic) "Yes, all the time. That's all we talk about. You. You are the only thing that
matters in our lives. We have no life without you actually. So when we hang out we talk about you
and how much we're obsessed with you and how hurt we are over you choosing Zayn, terribly
hurt. Everything revolves around you, you self-centered... prick!"

HARRY: "Got that, mom?" (Louis remembers, flushes in embarrassment) "Hard not to be
honored."

ANNE: (dries her hands) "I'm going to go check on the laundry... Leave you two alone until you're
ready to grow up." (walks out slowly, Louis is still blushing)

HARRY: "Ready to grow up?"

LOUIS: "No, you?"

HARRY: "No."

LOUIS: "Cool, hit me up when you plan to."

HARRY: (sighs in frustration) "Look."

LOUIS: "Oh, it starts with 'look'. It must be important then."

HARRY: "Louis."
LOUIS: "Harry."

HARRY: "...I didn't mean it to sound like that. That's not true. I'm glad it was you. I'm glad you're
here. I wanted you here."

LOUIS: "Wanted. Past tense. Awesome."

HARRY: (corrects himself) "I want you here." (struggles) "It's just a little hard for me right now... I'm
in a bit of a predicament."

LOUIS: "What predicament? What the hell is your predicament, Styles? That you have two people
care about you so much they get jealous when you still want someone on the other side of the
world because we're not good enough?"

HARRY: "I'm jealous! Like you. Because of you. Because you hit it off with him and it's obvious.
The walls fell down so quickly between you two and I feel like shit—I feel ill with jealousy. I can't
fall asleep at night. I can't help myself."

LOUIS: "I'm not going to take him from you..."

HARRY: "It's not that, you idiot. It's you!" (Louis gapes) "I'm obsessed with you. You're absolutely
brilliant and—and everything I want in life and I'm just a nobody and you're making friends and
replacing me and I feel so hurt. It hurts so much to not be good enough and I knew it all along,
because I look at you and I'm lucky you even talked to me in the first place so I knew that some
day... It just hurts. I want to fight for you because I just feel like I have a shot, that's all. There's
probably others out there, much better for you but, but I want to be in the game too, that's all."

LOUIS: (awed)"Harry..."

HARRY: (crying softly, just tears, no sounds) "I get it. He's... I get it. I dated him. I know. I'd pick
him over me too, any time. I get it... But I'm so hurt because I can't help but want you all to myself
and I'm territorial, you know that, I'm bad at this. So I see you with him and how he makes you
laugh and I'm beyond myself with jealousy." (sobs once, covers his mouth with his hand,
embarrassed) "I'm sorry."

LOUIS: "Don't be."

HARRY: "I didn't mean for this to happen... We were having fun and now, I ruined it all."

LOUIS: (sad) "I did. These past few days, I was the one who kept ruining it. I mess things up—I
made you cry again..." (walks towards him, wraps his arms around Harry's waist) "I promised
myself I'd never do that..."

HARRY: (hugs him, face in Louis' neck) "I made myself cry. None of this is your fault."

LOUIS: (small) "It is my fault. All of it."

HARRY: "How? How would my insecurities be your fault?"

LOUIS: "You're my best friend. And the fact that you even think you're the lucky one—that
I'd...replace you, that there'd be a day where I woke up, not wanting to be next to you all the time,
means I have failed. I keep saying dumb stuff. I keep hurting you..."

HARRY: "No, no..." (sniffles, wipes his face on the back of his hand) "I'm dumb. This is dumb..."
(snorts) "I'm being dumb and I'm—I'm getting ahead of myself. And it's dumb. I know it is. I know...
I'm just confused."

LOUIS:"Right. With...everything that's happened."

HARRY: "Yeah, Ed and stuff. And Gemma getting married tomorrow and all those together, all you
together. I'm emotionally exhausted."

LOUIS: (swallowing) "Right. No, yeah. I get it. I don't blame you. It's been quite the week. I'm sorry
I made it worse. I was supposed to be here for support and here I am calling you names in front of
your mother. What the hell kind of guest am I?"

HARRY: (half smile) "One of a kind, that's for sure." (shakes his head) "Don't worry. She's said
worse. She gets it."

LOUIS: "Tough to be believe because I don't, to be honest. I don't get what happened and what
we argued about... I don't get why it's been difficult between us. Feels like we're on different
pages."

HARRY: (almost breaking, Louis notices, frowns) "Like I said...confused, overwhelmed."

LOUIS: "You can go with that... or you could tell me the truth."

HARRY: (looks at him sadly) "I already told you the truth. You already know the truth."

LOUIS: "Tell me again. I'm ready now—"

HARRY: (sighs, turns towards the door to walk out) "Maybe later..." (opens the door, cigarette in
his mouth) "Don't wait up for me."

Scene 5: (1:20 am)

LOUIS: (tossing and turning in Harry's bed, alone, can't sleep, frustrated, turns towards his side,
fifteen minutes later hears Harry come in, doesn't turn to face him) "Thought you slept in the guest
room..."

HARRY: (under his breath) "Crap." (louder) "You scared me... You're awake? I told you not to
wait."

LOUIS: "I told you I have insomnia."

HARRY: "Ah..." (shuffling is heard as he undresses) "Is it bad tonight?"

LOUIS: (half-shrugs) "What do you expect? Over-worrying loves drama."

HARRY: "I'm sorry..."

LOUIS: (clipped)"You coming to bed or sleeping in the guest room?"

HARRY: (sits on the bed, just in boxers) "I'd like to cuddle you if you don't mind. I've had a shit day
and I just chain-smoked about four ciggies and my throat feels like smoke—"

LOUIS: (holding back a smile) "You smell like smoke too."

HARRY: "I bet. I bet I stink of it, stunk up the room. Too tired to shower though." (settles in beside
Louis, turns so he can pull Louis to his chest, spooning him) "Too tired to do anything but
sleep...and cuddle my kitten" (nuzzles him, takes a deep breath of Louis' hair) "You always smell
so good..."

LOUIS: (blushes, smiling fully now) "You always love to cuddle me..."

HARRY: (sounding more tired with every sentence) "Mhmm..."

LOUIS: (gets more comfortable by leaning back on Harry, snuggling in his embrace) "Tell me a
story..."

HARRY: "Now?"

LOUIS: "To help me sleep... Short story. Insomnia story."

HARRY: "Alright..." (eyes closed, holding him tighter) "Once upon a time..."

LOUIS: (closes his eyes too) "Yeah?"

HARRY: "There were two stupid boys."

LOUIS: (whispered, smiling big) "Ooh, I like it already."

HARRY: "The boys were so stupid, they kept hurting each other stupidly."

LOUIS: "And then?"

HARRY: "And then one day they realized that there was nothing to fight about, that they were
actually very happy together and they should stop being stupid so they can see it."

LOUIS: (grabs one of Harry's arms, pulls it to his chest to cuddle it, threads their fingers, kisses
Harry's knuckles, tiredly) "And then?"

HARRY: (yawning, buries his nose further in Louis' hair) "And then I fall asleep and dream about
eating you like the peach that you smell."

LOUIS: (snorts sleepily, yawns as well, settled) "Okay. Tell me the rest tomorrow. I sleep now."

HARRY: "Sleep tight, my little fuzzy. Sweet dreams."

Scene 6: (2:10am)

HARRY: (laying back on his bed, Louis sprawled on top of him, face on Harry's chest, sleeping
soundly) "If I'm gonna be quite honest..." (whispering against Louis' hair, caressing the locks
fondly) "If you wanna quite know the truth..." (gulps, shaky on the confession, almost silent) "I
quite love you, you jerk..." (teary-eyed, watching Louis snore) "I'm quite in love with you."

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Do you understand Louis? Are his intentions genuine? What are
his intentions?

=================

89. Alice

BIRTHDAY BABIES: I have been so bad with birthdays so all these three wishes are delayed. But
better late than never. Happy birthday to @Kasawndra (May28th), @CxddlingAshtxn (May 30th)
and happy 18th birthday to @pixieluj (June 1st). I am so sorry I couldn't get my shit together on
time but you can pick your favorite Confessions chapters and I'll dedicate them to you, granted
they are not already dedicated to someone else. Hope you all had lovely days.

MOOD: "Wanted" by Hunter Hayes

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Chapter 89: Alice

Scene 1

"You know I'd fall apart without you, I don't know how you do what you do."

LOUIS: (sleepily walking into the kitchen, hair fluffy, eyes glued shut, wearing one of Harry's shirts,
mumbles) "Hazza?"
ANNE: (stops cooking to greet him) "Good morning, honey. Harry went to the bakery real quick to
grab the pastries. He'll be back soon. You want breakfast?"

LOUIS: (yawns, rubs his eyes) "Am I late? Did I wake up late? Has everyone arrived?"

ANNE: (smiles) "It's only ten. You could have slept in more if you wanted."

LOUIS: "Harry left."

ANNE: (pulls out a chair for Louis to sit down) "He woke up really early and was pacing around so
I sent him to run a few errands to get rid of him. Everyone's stressed before the wedding. Eggs
Benedict?"

LOUIS: "Harry makes those for me Sundays. Yours are probably better."

ANNE: "Probably. I am the superior cook in this household." (continues cooking as Louis breaks
chunks of toast and puts them in his mouth) "Did you sleep well?"

LOUIS: "Mhmm. I'm sorry about yesterday. It slipped out and..." (frowns to himself) "And it was
unnecessary. We don't argue like that ever. I don't call him names. That was out of the ordinary."
(scrunches his nose in thought) "Normally we just fight over which movie to watch and I forcefully
pet him as payback for choosing the wrong one."

ANNE: "Forceful petting seems like the perfect punishment for that sort of thing." (brings him a
mug of tea) "If you thought I'd flinch at the word 'prick' you'll have to try harder to make me unlove
you..." (pets his head) "Favorite son."

LOUIS: (smiles thankfully, sips on the tea) "Is Harry mad?"

ANNE: "Let's see. What does mad Harry look like?"

LOUIS: (thinks on it, shrugs) "He avoids me so I don't know. I don't like when he does that. I'd
rather have him scream. When he screams, he gets tired so then I snuggle him and bribe him with
ice cream. If he leaves, often I don't see him for a few days and just bribe myself with ice cream."

ANNE: "Are you sure you're not dating?"

LOUIS: (blushes) "Only the ice cream. Occasionally I cheat on it with rice pudding."

ANNE: "Harry's not mad. If anything he seemed more reluctant than usual to leave you alone. Did
you guys fight again last night?"

LOUIS: (shakes his head, cup between both palms) "No, we talked it out. There was nothing to
fight about. He gets jealous when I hang out with Ed. I get jealous when he hangs out with anyone
but Ed. It's confusing. I don't get it myself. I just go along and hope for the best."

ANNE: (back turned towards him, cooking) "What would the best be? Hypothetically?"

LOUIS: (immediately) "He's happy." (afterthought) "We're both happy." (quieter) "Probably."

ANNE: (places the plate in front of him) "I'll tell you what I think the best is. You keep visiting us
and become part of the family and come over for Christmas so we can properly celebrate your
birthday with hugs and cheap beer. How does that sound?"

LOUIS: (looks at the eggs, touched, small) "Sounds nice." (then, pursing his lips) "Sounds like I'd
probably be a burden."

ANNE: (hand on his shoulder) "Don't ever think you're not welcome here, Louis. This past week
you've brought us so much joy. Harry's the happiest I have ever seen him even factoring in last
night's fight. He's bubbly and excited and talks about work and perhaps going back to college. And
you." (Louis looks up) "He doesn't stop talking about you because you've become so important to
him and therefore so important to all of us." (smiles at him) "We'll always be here for you, okay?
No matter what. I'm sure Ed has told you once you're part of this family, you never get to leave."
Scene 2

"Cause everything that don't make sense about me, makes sense when I'm with you."

HARRY: (pre-ceremony, everyone's standing around the outside of Harry's house, all decorated
for the event, Ed and Harry linger alone in the Harry's room, looking out the window) "This could
have been us."

ED: "Aren't you glad it wasn't?"

HARRY: "I wouldn't put it that way. I mean, that's like saying we wouldn't have been good for each
other if I hadn't gone and messed it up. We could have been awesome, very happy..."

ED: "I suppose we could. We loved each other. We got each other's jokes. We could poop while
the other was showering. All that couply stuff."

HARRY: (grins) "Showering? Brushing teeth."

ED: (smiles) "But it was for the best. Imagine having Louis at our wedding."

HARRY: (looks outside at Louis who is avidly telling stories to a group of children, acting them out)
"Yeah, imagine. The dildo would have gotten wasted on champagne before the speeches ended."

ED: "Then he'd probably be shoved up your ass deep enough to hit a kidney by the time the live
music started."

HARRY: (turns towards him in mock horror) "Edward."

ED: "What, you said dildo?" (smirks) "And let's face it, he'd fit tight and cozy—"
HARRY: (hushes him) "Don't taint me with your sketchy fantasies, please. All my thoughts are
pure."

ED: (knowing) "So, when are you gonna propose? Because I'm thinking he's the type to be
proposed to, not make that first move."

HARRY: "Right. I value my life, thank you very much."

ED: "Yeah, yeah, but give me a heads up so I write your song, eh?"

HARRY: "It has already been written. 'Stockholm Syndrome' by One Direction."

ED: (snorts, shakes his head) "Can't believe you listen to that garbage."

HARRY: "Comes on the radio on my way to work."

ED: (both chuckle, look out the window some more in silence) "Do you trust me?"

HARRY: "If you're crazy enough to ask that, what you're about to suggest must be even more
insane."

ED: "It sort of is, yeah." (Harry looks at him expectantly, Ed clear his throat) "I think you should
date around, real dates, take men out, show them what they're missing."

HARRY: (rolls his eyes) "You mean well. I get it. But—"

ED: "Harry, I know you love him but this is where that trust thing comes in."

HARRY: (pouty)"I don't love him."

ED: (not believing it for a second) "Alright, even better. Then why not date?"

HARRY: "I'm not ready."

ED: "Harry..."

HARRY: "Someone hasn't come up. What do you want me to do, go searching for a future
boyfriend? I'm not that desperate to have one. I've been chilling and nothing's come up."

ED: "You think something will with Louis draped over your lap like a Persian rug?"

HARRY: "Probably not, truth to be said."

ED: "But you don't care."

HARRY: (shrugs) "I don't need a boyfriend to survive. Unlike you, I can be perfectly happy single."

ED: "Is that what you are right now, single?"

HARRY: "Yup, all single."

ED: "And happy?"

HARRY: "Perfectly."

ED: "You don't miss sex?"

HARRY: (falters) "I...who doesn't? Sex is great."

ED: "You don't miss heavy cuddling and hand holding and someone who will lean over the
restaurant table to peck your lips?"

HARRY: (shrugs) "It's nice to have that."

ED: "But you don't miss it. You're perfectly happy as is."

HARRY: "What are you getting at? I should date around just because I want someone to kiss? I
should use some poor sap as a vessel for my sexual frustration. That doesn't sound like you."

ED: "I said trust me—"

HARRY: "And I am!"

ED: (opens his mouth, shakes his head) "Forget I brought it up. It was a random thought anyway.
Probably stupid. You're right. That'd be bad. Don't date because I tell you, or anyone for that
matter. Do what feels right."

HARRY: (face falls) "No, don't do that. Just speak openly. Whether I take your advice or not is my
decision but give it anyway."

ED: "Do you think Hunter's attractive?"

HARRY: "Your friend? The wedding singer?"

ED: "Yeah, not that he's asked about you, I'm just trying to make a point that before this you'd
have at least looked at these boys, had some fire in you to go up to them and flirt—"
HARRY: (snappy) "Before this I was too busy pining after you, Ed."

ED: (under his breath) "And fucking Zayn on the side."

HARRY: (flushes) "That was once goddammit!"

ED: "Alright. Before this you were pining after me and before that pining after Zayn and now you're
pining after Louis and that's what you do, you pine—You pine and you chase and you sulk and I'm
just trying to break you off this useless habit, especially because pining won't do it this time and it's
making you irritable. And miserable."

HARRY: "Pining did it for you."

ED: "Won't do it for him."

HARRY: "Because he's straight."

ED: "Because he needs a man, not a puppy."

HARRY: (sarcastic) "Oh yeah, I should probably just go in there and swoop him into a manly kiss.
Or talk to him about rubbing crotches."

ED: "It'd be better than this wait."

HARRY: "That'd be giving him something he doesn't want."

ED: "Make him want it. Show him what he's missing."

HARRY: "I'm not making him do anything. That's disgusting—"

ED: "You think I'd ever suggest that?"

HARRY: "You are now."

ED: "I'm telling you to move on—at least pretend to be looking at your options, at least pretend
there's a game to be played. You like chasing and maybe he does too but you're giving him no
room, constantly pressed behind his ass, ready to lick it clean. When did I make a move on you?"

HARRY: "When I went to homecoming with someone else. That was high school—I'm done
playing games."

ED: "I'm done watching you get hurt so you can feel sorry for yourself. You and I both know
Hunter's your type. You and I both know you'd have openly checked him out even if we were still
together because that's what normal people do, they wonder. They don't obsess."

HARRY: "You brought him in to tempt me?"

ED: "I brought him in because he's a good singer and a good friend who'd do it for free. But if he
did tempt you maybe that's doing double duty." (Harry tries to leave, Ed grabs his arm, keeps him
there, sighing) "Harry, I like him. Louis is every bit as worthy of being loved as you described and
he's charming and completely taken with you. It will work out but some things take time and I'd
advise you to use that time wisely."

HARRY: "By dicking around?"

ED: "Exactly. Because you know when he's ready he'll be it so why not get those last few
fantasies out of your system now before you're tied down forever? Who knows, you might do
yourself a favor."

HARRY: (not serious) "If this doesn't sound like sabotage I don't know what does."
ED: "That's why I asked if you trusted me enough to take care of you one last time."

HARRY: (smiles sadly) "God, I don't know if you'll ever fully understand how much I loved you."
(places his hand on Ed's neck, pulls him forward so they're foreheads are touching) "No matter
what happens, there won't be anyone like you in the world. You were my first and that's yours
forever." (emotional, caressing Ed's face with his thumb) "And despite how messed up I was and
despite what I felt for Zayn, which was real and there..." (Ed closes his eyes) "Never doubt that I
loved you with all my heart and a part of me will never stop loving you and all of me will never be
happy if you're not in my life. I'm not whole without you."

ED: (warps his arms around Harry, kisses his temple) "I'd be nothing without you, the good, the
bad and the Zayn, though the bastard is anything but ugly. You gave me the confidence to start
singing. You gave me the songs." (pulls back to look at him) "Wherever in the world I sing them,
you'll be there. And the first song will always be yours."

HARRY: (kisses his neck, voice low) "One last time?"

ED: (already pushing him towards the bed, hands unbuttoning the rest of his shirt) "For old time's
sake."

HARRY: (kissing his mouth, moaning) "Make it good." (falls back on the bed, Ed climbs on top of
him, kisses down his neck to his chest, Harry closes his eyes, cheeky) "Might be the last fuck you
give."

ED: (breathy chuckle, sucks on one of Harry's nipples, Harry shivers) "Might not make it to that
stage if we play too long." (raises his head, concerned) "You're not prepped."

HARRY: (running his fingers through Ed's hair) "I'll enjoy the burn. It'll distract me."

ED: (kisses him again, rocking their groins together, whispers) "I won't be too angry if you moan
his name."

HARRY: (smirks, biting Ed's lip) "Then I won't try too hard not to."
Scene 3

"Like everything that's green, girl, I need you. But it's more than one and one makes two."

HARRY: (standing up, giving his speech) "When Gemma first told me she was getting married I
have to admit, a part of me wanted to cry because I always thought I'd be the first to get married
and there she was, first to graduate, first to marry, first to be the perfect child mom always
wanted." (Gemma and Anne laugh) "But as I look at the despicable face of my ex fiancee right
there." (points at Ed who rolls his eyes) "I'm like, oh thank you god, you have saved me from a
lifetime of looking at that when I wake up." (all laugh, Harry looks at his crumpled notes to read,
hands shaking in nerves) "My point is, I'm the important one in this wedding and this should all be
about me and my love story and how I used to be in love and I'm in love again—" (stops himself,
blushes, others coo, Ed pretends to faint) "And somewhere in this speech I was supposed to wish
Gemma a happy life but—"

LOUIS: (stands up from beside him, takes the microphone) "What Harry means to say is he is
happy to be here and he's happy to see Gemma happy." (Harry nods along, looking at him fondly,
relieved, the flush slowly fading away) "Because it has given him the strength to believe in love
again and realize that it can work out for the best and that sometimes people are genuinely nice
and genuinely deserve each other." (people clap) "I also wrote this speech and Harry ruined it.
Thank you for feeling bad for me. I'll accept condolences in shape of hundred dollar bills." (makes
to sit, stands again) "Happy life to the bride and groom." (sits down)

HARRY: (holding the microphone awkwardly) "Uh, yeah. That was a duet performance. I love you,
sister. You have the right to ruin my wedding too. I expect babies soon. I love babies so much. Oh,
I sit—Do I sit now?" (looks around, Anne nods) "I sit down?"

LOUIS: (pulls him by his shirt so he's sat again) "That'll do, hotshot."

HARRY: "Thank you for listening." (someone takes the microphone and passes it to one of
Gemma's friends who starts speaking, Harry fixes his shirt, whispers to Louis) "That went we—"

LOUIS: "Horribly. You ruined us."

HARRY: "I thought people liked it. I thought I did well." (doubting himself) "I should have practiced
more. God, why did she ask me? She knows I suck at this. I should have—"

LOUIS: (patting Harry's knee, letting his hand linger on it) "You did as well as that time you asked
Sandy out."

HARRY: (beams) "So really good then?"

LOUIS: (cringes while smiling) "Yup. Really good, you dork." (Harry keeps grinning, turns back
towards the event, Louis hesitates before whispering) "I'm really proud of you, love."

Scene 4

"Put aside the math and the logic of it. You gotta know you're wanted too."

LOUIS: (all sitting around the tables as the singer preps, Louis leans over to whisper to Harry)
"You slept with him."

HARRY: (leaning back to make room for Louis) "Hmm?"

LOUIS: "You and Ed."

HARRY: "What if I did?"

LOUIS: "Was it good?"

WEDDING PERSON: "And now, for the bride and groom's first dance." (clapping follows, song
starts)
HARRY: (turns towards him, almost insulted) "That's the first thing you ask?"

LOUIS: (shrugs) "What, that's the bro thing to do, right? Aren't we bro-s, Harry? Isn't that what you
wanted?"

HARRY: (looking ahead at Gemma and her husband dancing) "How'd you figure it out? He told
you?"

LOUIS: "Guessed as much. You came out, sweaty, flushed, lips red, legs wide. I figured he'd take
my advice." (quiet) "Would be a fool not to." (clipped, disguising genuine hurt) "Back with him
then?"

HARRY: "Nope. Goodbye sex. It is forever out of my system." (smiling) "I feel so good knowing it
wasn't the same. It was good but not the same, not feeling like I kissed the sun. Feels good to be
over it."

LOUIS: (scoffs) "What they all say."

HARRY: "Why would I lie to you? If we wanted to keep doing it, we could. We don't tease each
other. We don't play Red Rover."

LOUIS: "Don't you like teasing?" (lower, provoking) "Don't you like being called over?

HARRY: (shifting in his seat so their thighs touch) "Tease too long, it starts to hurt, bub."

LOUIS: (tiny smirk he hides behind his hand) "What's pleasure without a little pain on the side?"

HARRY: (grins) "Not worth cherishing." (looks at him, mouths) "I love you."

LOUIS: (rolls his eyes) "You gonna sing along with him now, feta cheese?"
HARRY: "It is awfully appropriate." (Louis rolls his eyes again, this time blushing)

HUNTER: (finishing the song) "And I just wanna wrap you up, wanna kiss your lips, I wanna make
you feel wanted. And I wanna call you mine, wanna hold your hand forever, and never let you
forget it. Yeah, I wanna make you feel wanted. Baby, I, I wanna make you feel...wanted."

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QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Why is Ed telling Harry to date? Is it really sabotage?

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90. Alpha

Chapter 90: Alpha

Scene 5

"As good as you make me feel, I wanna make you feel better."

HARRY: (walks up to the stage where Hunter is packing up) "Hey."

HUNTER: (looks up, coiling a microphone) "Hi."

HARRY: "You were great."

HUNTER: (smiles) "Thank you. I'm glad people enjoyed it. I was told Ed was their first choice so
expectations ran high."
HARRY: "Yeah, Ed's good."

HUNTER: "He's great. You know him?"

HARRY: (awkward) "I...uh, my ex. We used to...yeah."

HUNTER: "Oh, oh...Harry. I should have guessed." (shakes his head) "I should have guessed you
were his type-beautiful, hipster boys with tats on their naked chests who wear scarves to
weddings."

HARRY: (fidgets with the ends of his scarf, bites his lip) "And yours? What's your type?"

HUNTER: (grins) "Anyone who'll have me. I'm not picky. I give everyone a shot."

HARRY: "I will. Have you." (Hunter cocks his head sideways) "If you want, if you're free sometime,
like tomorrow, or if you'd want to go somewhere, as a date, before you leave town. We could get
ice cream."

HUNTER: "Wait, you're asking me out?"

HARRY: (shrugs) "If you'll have me."

HUNTER: (stunned) "Oh...I..."

HARRY: "I mean it's alright if you won't. Don't feel pressured. It's completely chill. Don't do it out of
respect for Gemma or Ed."

HUNTER: "No, no, I mean, it's not that at all, I just..." (sheepish) "I'm not gonna lie for a second I
thought it was your wedding."
HARRY: (snorts) "Gemma's my sister. We don't marry siblings in this family."

HUNTER: "I didn't think you were marrying her, dummy." (Harry seems lost, Hunter shrugs) "The
blue-eyed boy next to you. You were staring at him the entire performance and I figured you were
either married or soon to be because hell, you looked at him like the sun shined out his ass, which
with those pants he's wearing it might as well, but the point I'm making is I could practically hear
the monologue in your head..." (acting it out) "He's so cute." (exaggerated sigh) "Look at my cute
husband being cute." (another sigh) "You get the gist."

HARRY: (blushes bright red, caught) "You mean Louis-oh, god no-" (chokes) "No. That's...out of
the question-He doesn't marry-Not me, he isn't my... He wouldn't." (forced chuckle) "Louis is a
friend-He's straight. He's not into these stuff, like marriages and me."

HUNTER: (knowing) "Ahhh..." (pause) "Are you sure?"

HARRY: "That he's not my husband? You think I'd be here talking you up if he was-" (winces)
"Sorry, that sounded offensive. I didn't mean it like that-You're a catch, I'm trying to catch you-I'm
just saying he's obviously amazing and if...I'm only making this worse, aren't I? I should probably
just go sulk next to the drinks table-Good idea." (hand in his hair) "God."

HUNTER: "That's adorable."

HARRY: (embarrassed) "Go on a date with me. I'm better on dates. I'm not as tipsy for one and
will actually manage a conversation. Ed says you're a really good guy and I trust his judgment. I
wanna get to know you."

HUNTER: (amused) "Catch me?"

HARRY: "If you wanna be caught."

HUNTER: (seems torn) "I don't know..."

HARRY: "A date, I'll pay. No expectations."

HUNTER: "No, that's sweet and stuff but your not-boyfriend is already giving me the death glare
so I'm scared he's gonna cut me up and run a lawnmower through my insides if I say yes."

HARRY: (turns around to look at Louis, who is sitting on the table, pointedly staring at his phone)
"He's chill, look. Didn't even notice."

HUNTER: "Cute. The way you dance around each other but-"

HARRY: "He wants me to date. I'm serious. He wants me to do this. With you. I'll prove it to you."
(loud) "Lou!" (Louis raises his eyes, Harry motions him over) "Come here a minute."

LOUIS: (rolls his eyes) "I'm not a dog, you know?"

HARRY: (smiles warmly) "No, you're my puppy. Come. Say hi to Hunter."

LOUIS: (slowly gets up from his chair, small smile on his face) "I feel used..." (approaching, to
Hunter) "He only gets the puppy to seduce women at the park but never feeds it and throws it in
the river when it grows up to be a dog. Then gets another puppy."

HUNTER: (confused) "What?"

HARRY: (laughing, wraps an arm around Louis when Louis is next to him) "Louis likes to be
metaphoric because he was a literary major."

LOUIS: "Metaphorical. Literature."

HARRY: "Prime example." (to Louis) "Tell Hunter we're not married so he can jump in my arms."
LOUIS: "We're most definitely married. Been so for about seven months. Before we went on dates
and before that I was mean to him and hit him with Starbursts."

HUNTER: "Told you."

HARRY: (flushed) "Louis."

LOUIS: "What, we are. You're my wife." (to Hunter) "We live together. He makes me food and pets
my hair so I fall asleep. Sometimes he cuddles me really tight and keeps me warm. Other times he
lets me sleep on his chest. Is that not married?"

HUNTER: "That's pretty married if you ask me."

HARRY: (hand on his face) "Alright, maybe we're married but weren't you the one to tell me to
date around?"

LOUIS: "I told you to date Ed."

HUNTER: "But I'm replacement Ed, low-cost version."

LOUIS: (tries to not chuckle to make a point of hating Hunter) "You wanna date Harry, is that it?"

HUNTER: "He wants to date me, let's get that straight, like you." (winks at Louis who sneers back)
"I'm here for the curls not the death so if you need to kill someone, I'd start with Harry...and
probably Ed because this looks like an Ed idea to me."

LOUIS: (snappy) "You'd know."

HUNTER: (amused) "I would. Ed's my roommate. Unlike you and curly-boy here, we've made our
marriage official. I do the dishes and take out the trash and clean the living room and Ed does
nothing since he's too busy making me and Sam miserable. Sam's our other roommate. We found
each other on craigslist because Ed was selling Harry's ferrets buy one get one free after they
broke up."

HARRY: (worried) "He sold my ferrets?"

LOUIS: (makes a face) "You had ferrets-" (to Hunter) "And you live with Ed-what?"

HUNTER: "Don't worry I have them. I've called them Marcus and Lady."

HARRY: "You can't call them Marcus and Lady-for one, they're both boys-and they had names-I
can't believe Ed didn't sell them with names! I can't believed he sold them. Those ferrets were my
life. They're called Willy and Wonka."

HUNTER: "That's dumb. He had to sell them. They're illegal in New York."

HARRY: "No one has to know that. Ugh, you're no rebel, I misjudged you-no date for you."

HUNTER: "No date for me, then no meeting Marcus and Lady, though I took them back home
where my mother dresses them up and takes pictures every year for Thanksgiving. It's lots of fun.
Come visit sometime." (looks at Louis) "You can bring your present-day ferret."

LOUIS: "How about I bring my fist to your throat?"

HARRY: "Lou..."

HUNTER: (laughs) "Ed said you were fiery. I'm serious, both of you should visit the city. We have
an air mattress. It's a double but I guess you're used to sleeping together."

LOUIS: (to Harry) "Either ask him out or let me kill him because I can't deal with this purgatory."
HARRY: "We do sleep together though-"

LOUIS: "He doesn't mean it like that!"

HARRY: "Like what then?"

LOUIS: "He means we sex together."

HARRY: (smirks) "Don't we do that too since you're my hubby?"

LOUIS: (frustrated, blushing) "Ugh!" (turns to Hunter) "You're not what I asked for-Walmart Ed!"
(starts walking back to the table)

HUNTER: "Walmart Ed... I should change my stage name."

HARRY: (staring at Louis as he sits back down, looks at Harry, makes eye contact, gives him a
subtle middle finger, goes back to his phone, Harry sighs, sheepish) "Sorry..." (looks at Hunter)
"But, see? Not dating. Completely single."

HUNTER: "The only thing I see is the scoliosis you'll get from sleeping on the couch for the next
year." (starting to pack his guitar) "How about this? When you have an actual wedding you'll call
me to sing for that too and tip me extra since I saw it coming from a mile away."

HARRY: (grins) "I won't spare any expenses for my wedding so I'll get the real deal, Walmart Ed."

HUNTER: (chuckles) "If you come to New York and you're really single, we'll go to the MOMA
where you can give me hipster speeches about how shit in vases demonstrates the state of our
fragmented humanity. Until then, I will cuddle your ferrets and dream about cuddling your..." (eyes
Harry's pants quickly) "Ferret."
HARRY: (smiles) "For all it's worth, I'm the one missing out."

HUNTER: "If you're referring to dating that sassy model you brought here, then yes, I agree."

Scene 6

"Better than your fairytale, better than your best dreams."

LOUIS: (standing next to the drinks table, looks at Hunter approach, raises an eyebrow) "Can I
help you?"

HUNTER: (pouring himself a drink) "Can I help myself to a drink, or are you the guardian of the
alcohol?" (sipping on the drink) "You know I'm not the first or the last."

LOUIS: "Failed musician turned wedding singer? No, you're most definitely not."

HUNTER: "Failed musician looking to apply for a job as a Disney mascot."

LOUIS: "They wouldn't have you. You look like a man-face on a child's body. Sid did some tricks
on you."

HUNTER: "I'll forgive the insult because it was a Toy Story reference."

LOUIS: "I'll forgive you talking to me because you got said reference."

HUNTER: "I'll forgive you pretending you don't like talking to me because you're pretty to stare at."

LOUIS: "I'll forgive you not being pretty to stare at because...actually, no, I don't forgive that.
Move."
HUNTER: (snorts) "I'm not the first or last potential spouse-stealer."

LOUIS: "Haz and I are not really married if you didn't catch that. I was joking. Sometimes people
joke for a laugh or two, you know? A chuckle? Humor? Things us brits have and you Americans
never seem to get?"

HUNTER: "I was actually talking about stealing Gemma from her husband because I'm super
macho straight, no homo here, just a dude bro making love eyes at his dude bro friend during a
love song and sneakily holding his hand under the table-"

LOUIS: "He was holding my hand!"

HUNTER: "And you were getting emotional and soft and teary-eyed, you know why, because you
freaking want him and he wants you back and you two just need to get married so I can get
another damned gig and pay my rent this month."

LOUIS: (distant, rehearsed) "These jokes about us were funny at the start but now they're just
annoying, and affecting our friendship."

HUNTER: "Oh for hell's sake-" (pouring more champagne on his glass) "Don't speak. You'll make
me vomit. I need to get this drink and leave."

LOUIS: "People assuming we're together is only making me not wanna be myself around him and
touch him like that-"

HUNTER: "Don't speak."

LOUIS: (furious) "What's it to you what we are? If I say I'm straight you have to respect it."

HUNTER: (starts walking away with the glass) "Fine. Whatever you say but know you got lucky
this time because the next I won't be so lenient. He's every gay man's dream and if you come visit
and haven't made a move yet, my claws will be so deep in perfect, little body, you'll need pliers to
pull me out. I'm only fair once."

Scene 6

"You're more than everything I need."

LOUIS: (in the veranda of Harry's house, away from the party, smoking) "You told Harry to date
Hunter?"

ED: "I didn't say it in those words."

LOUIS: "But you set it up."

ED: "I know Hunter's a good kid and what you said got me thinking. He needs someone nice and if
I'm not up for it..." (shrugs) "I guess what I'm trying to say is, I had to try so I didn't feel guilty."
(Louis nods, looking down) "Why? You don't like him?"

LOUIS: "He's okay."

ED: "He told me you went off on him. Several times."

LOUIS: "I was joking. I always joke. He's nice enough, sings like you, likes ferrets, would get along
with Harry." (blowing out smoke) "Long distance though, tough."

ED: (smirking) "You're not threatened because-"

LOUIS: "Because why should I be?"

ED: "Because Hunter won't be sleeping in Harry's bed anyway for the majority of the time. Your
life would change zit, nada. And still you fluffed up your feathers and put him in his place."

LOUIS: (half-smile) "I did not put him in his place. I simply removed him from mine. Gently."

ED: "Yours being? Harry's bed?"

LOUIS: "Harry's number one."

ED: "Ha, you'd need a scalpel to remove Zayn from that."

LOUIS: "A scalpel for Zayn. Pliers for Hunter. A chainsaw for you, probably."

ED: "You're slowly becoming the toolshed you aspired to be. Congrats, it matches your
personality."

LOUIS: "How was Harry's ass?"

ED: (unfazed) "Tight as always. Way tight. Squeezed every last drop out of me."

LOUIS: "Gross."

ED: "Uh-huh. I'm sure. So gross, you probably need to shower. Take care of your boner while
you're there too."

LOUIS: "Ha-ha. I'll get you to do it for me."

ED: "Bro."
LOUIS: "Bro."

ED: (grins) "I'm slowly realizing that I won't forgive myself if I never take away your boy-kiss
virginity." (grabs Louis' face, plants a big, fat butterfly kiss on Louis' surprised lips) "There, you are
now deflowered."

LOUIS: (laughs, wipes at his lips) "As if you'd be the first one, firecrotch." (Ed cocks his head,
Louis stumbles to recover) "I went to college, you know?"

ED: (buys it) "Ah. College, the gayest place on earth where stuff like touching someone's genitals
is disguised as no homo, all bromo frat initiations." (places his hand on Louis' knee, teases) "You
nervous yet, chicken?"

LOUIS: (shrugs) "I've told you about the scars. Nothing else makes me nervous. Touch my ass if
you want. It's just meat. Once I had Liam bite it-" (Ed makes a face) "He was drunk and we were
playing King's Cup and my rule, if I get to make one, is that every time someone calls a person by
their name, they have to eat their ass. I'm creative, I know."

ED: "Liam Payne, permanently walking the thin line between a hundred percent straight and four
hundred percent gay for Zayn."

LOUIS: "Four million percent. Liam is Zayn's professional carpet cleaner and by carpet I mean ass
pubes."

ED: "I bet he 'accidentally' calls Zayn by his name during King's at a rate of nine a minute. They've
kissed once, did you know that?"

LOUIS: (raises his eyebrows) "No?"

ED: "Completely sober. We were hanging out and Zayn started provoking him for no reason,
saying things like 'come on' and getting all up in his face. We all thought they were gonna fight but
alas, Zayn just kissed him." (chuckles) "Liam turned as red as my hair, would blush all over again
every time Zayn addressed him for the rest of the night."
LOUIS: (blurts)"Kisses mean stuff."

ED: "Huh?"

LOUIS: "When you kiss someone, that's not a joke. It's different. It's important. To me, it is. I don't
kiss randoms-I don't kiss my one-night stands-I barely kissed Eleanor and that was because I
couldn't avoid it at times."

ED: "All this makes that kiss I just stole all the more important."

LOUIS: (rolls his eyes) "That's not a real kiss."

ED: "What's a real kiss?"

LOUIS: (shrugs) "Don't know..." (lower) "Like a Disney kiss."

ED: (amused)"Did you say a Disney kiss?"

LOUIS: "Yeah." (embarrassed) "A kiss at the end, a kiss to end things that means everything is
okay and happily ever after. All the Disney movies have the kiss at the end so a Disney kiss is an
end kiss. When I really kiss someone, it'll be like that too-I'll have no doubt. I'll know what the
future looks like."

Scene 7

"All I ever wanted, all I ever wanted."

LOUIS: (watches Harry approach the table he's sitting at) "Don't do something cheesy and ask me
for a dance because I'm holding a knife."
HARRY: (amused) "I was gonna go smoke a cig actually and needed my bag-" (points to the chair
next to Louis') "Will you?"

LOUIS: (already moving out of his chair) "Anything to end the cheesy music."

HARRY: "Will you pass me my bag but sure, come."

LOUIS: (huffy) "Or I won't come if you'll be too busy sucking on cancer sticks and wedding singer
sticks."

HARRY: "I'll be doing one of those for sure but which one?"

LOUIS: (rummages through Harry's bag without looking, picks up the pack but doesn't hand it to
him) "I'll watch."

HARRY: (they start heading for the woods next to the house)"For informational purposes?"

LOUIS: "Figured it's about time you taught me something new." (smirking) "Ed showed me how to
frot."

HARRY: (neck cracks with how fast he turns his head) "What?"

LOUIS: (shrugs) "The whole how it works thing. He demonstrated."

HARRY: "Did he now?"

LOUIS: (provoking him) "You're probably bad at it since you don't like it."
HARRY: (smirking) "Frotting works best if the lengths are, let's say, equal. Not my fault I have a
tough time finding the right person."

LOUIS: (flushed) "When did you get so damn dirty?!"

HARRY: "When you casually decided to bring up dick rubbing over dessert wine in my sister's
wedding."

LOUIS: "I have a big dick by the way so fuck you."

HARRY: "Literally, no one asked."

LOUIS: "But-"

HARRY: "I said I wanted someone with a big cock to frot with. I'm not frotting with you anytime
soon so I have no need for that big cock you probably don't have to begin with."

LOUIS: (astonished) "And how would you know?"

HARRY: "Only people with small dicks say it's big."

LOUIS: "You just said yours was big like forty-five seconds ago."

HARRY: "Because it is."

LOUIS: "But...?" (noticing Harry's seconds away from bursting into laughter) "Whatever, I'm not
indulging you. I don't even need a cig after this."

HARRY: "Kay. I'll be over here, frotting."

LOUIS: "Same. With Ed. Who can do it better because he invented it and who's not a douche."

HARRY: "I can pick you up."

LOUIS: "What does that have to do with anything?"

HARRY: "Think about it."

LOUIS: "I have no idea what your pervert-"

HARRY: (eyeing his pants) "I think a part of you does."

LOUIS: (looks down to see the bump in the front of his pants, a few seconds where he's obviously
hesitating and confused before he shrugs, voice still somewhat shaky) "Big enough for you?"

HARRY: (mouth drops open, caught off guard) "Uh..." (fidgets, lost) "I was supposed to have won
that one."

LOUIS: (shrugs) "You were. You kinda did."

HARRY: (bites his lip, walks a few steps closer, restrained) "I don't have time for confused boners
when I have a real one waiting for me inside."

LOUIS: (unfazed) "Completely fair."

HARRY: (nods) "Cigarettes?" (Louis hands him the pack, Harry starts walking away, curses, turns
back around to where Louis hasn't moved an inch) "Just for the record, in a hypothetical world, I
would pick you up and hump you against this tree over here." (points) "Until you came all over
those sexy pants, then I'd pull them down and lick you clean and you'd love every second of it and
I'd love every little moan you'd give me." (Louis' breath catches) "And by the time I was done
tasting every drop, you'd be hard again and I'd swallow you so deep, your head would bang
against that damned tree." (Louis is fully hard in his pants, shallow breaths, but Harry doesn't point
it out) "In a hypothetical world." (walks away again, stops, turns around, pouty) "I'm better than Ed
in bed and that's confirmed." (turns back around, without starting to walk, turns one last time) "I
know all your sweet spots and I'd give you whatever you wanted-whatever-" (frustrated with
himself) "Shit, I'm better than him and if he ever touched you, I'd go crazy."

LOUIS: (in shock, gulping heavily, whispered) "Completely fair."

HARRY: "Good." (walks away)

LOUIS: "Good." (stiffly inches back, stops to shove a hand down his pants and adjust himself,
walks the rest of the way, zombie-like in shock) "Jesus Christ." (steps into the party again, notices
Ed and Hunter laughing over beer, pauses in thought before sprinting back where he was, looking
through the trees until he spots Harry, sitting on the picnic table, cigarette in his mouth, stops,
panting from the sprint) "Who?"

HARRY: "Hmm?"

LOUIS: (insistent) "Who?"

HARRY: (smirks) "Not you."

END OF FOURTH SAGA

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Are Harry and Louis at a turning point in their relationship? In
what way? What do you think will happen next?

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91. I [SAGA 5]

BIRTHDAY BABY: Happy birthday to one of my good friends here, Ariana. Hope you ace all your
exams, love, and join the ranks of adults. Trust me, it's not that fun. I updated today for your sake
mostly and then forgot which is embarrassing but alas, expected with me. I love you lots!

***

THE VILLAIN WITH A SPINDLE

Chapter 91: I

Scene 1

[A Week Back, Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 11:15pm, It Starts With I And Ends With
Heartbreak]

LOUIS: (on his stomach on Harry's bed) "Are you going back to that filthy club with sugar daddies
and ass-eaters?"

HARRY: (trying to figure out his outfit) "No, a new one, probably as filthy as the first. Luke found it.
He's excited to have his ID back."

LOUIS: "Are you?"

HARRY: "For him? Sure. I don't think he should go out alone-"

LOUIS: "No, for you. Are you excited to be going out?"

HARRY: (half-shrug) "Sure."

LOUIS: "You don't sound excited?" (lower) "You shouldn't go if you're not...You don't have
anything to prove..." (much lower) "To me at least..."

HARRY: (looking through the closet) "There's no way to really know how bad or good it is until you
try."

LOUIS: "Will you come back if it's bad?"

HARRY: "We'll probably drive somewhere else."

LOUIS: "Is it smart to drive when you're drunk?"

HARRY: "If it's bad, I probably won't be drunk." (picks a shirt, looks at it) "Maybe thi-"

LOUIS: (immediately) "Not that."

HARRY: (turns towards him, holding the shirt in front of his body) "Why not?"

LOUIS: "I bought it for you-well." (flushing) "I chose it. I don't...I mean."

HARRY: (teasing him) "You don't want me wearing shirts you chose without you now?" (pulling off
his current t-shirt) "You have a monopoly on me in those clothes?"

LOUIS: "Maybe..."

HARRY: (noticing) "What?"

LOUIS: "What what?"

HARRY: "What are you thinking?"

LOUIS:"Nothing. Just..." (picking at his toes) "You look good in it."

HARRY: "I think that's the point."

LOUIS: "Why do you need to look good for a club?"

HARRY: (putting on the pretty shirt) "Why shouldn't I?"

LOUIS: "Makes you a target. You'll attract attention."

HARRY: "Normally people wanna attract attention in clubs. Isn't that how it works?" (jumping on
the bed stomach-first, grinning) "You do this often."

LOUIS: "Did this often. I don't do it anymore because it's stupid and I've out-grown it. You won't
find anyone worth it in clubs. It's a waste of time. If you're looking to get a boyfriend or something,
it's a waste of time. It never happens."

HARRY: (shrugs) "You're probably right about that."

LOUIS: "No, I am."

HARRY: "That's what I said, silly."

LOUIS: "Then why go?"

HARRY: "I'll get to meet people. Friends. I'll get to practice my people skills. Don't you like when I
do that?"

LOUIS: "I don't like when you club."

HARRY: "I don't have an opinion on you clubbing."

LOUIS: (shrugs) "You don't care. I care. I mean, what do you want me to say?"

HARRY: (frowns) "Not like that. Don't twist my words."

LOUIS: "Don't have them come out all doughy, ready to be a pretzel then."

HARRY: "I care." (touching Louis' knee) "You know I care."

LOUIS: "Guess so." (forced laugh) "God, I've become bad, haven't I? This is bad. This is territorial.
It's weird. We're getting weird with each other now, ever since... I don't like this."

HARRY: (biting his tongue) "I don't either."

LOUIS: "That's why you wanna go?"

HARRY: "No."

LOUIS: "So you prove to both of us that you can?"

HARRY: "No." (sadder) "But maybe it's good if it serves two purposes."

LOUIS: (explaining himself to himself) "I care because I've seen you bad." (lying) "That's all. I care
because I've picked you up from bad clubbing and you care because you have too and we've
proven to be bad at this. It's...normal. Niall'd care if I went clubbing too. He'd probably tell me not
to. He has before. Doesn't have to be weird."

HARRY: "How about we try that again but this time I speak for myself?"

LOUIS: (clipped) "Alright then. I care because I don't want you to pick up drugs again."

HARRY: "And I care because I love spending time with you and it hurts when I'm not doing that
whether I want to acknowledge it or not. But I will acknowledge it because I'm not a coward."

LOUIS: (sarcastic) "Subtle."

HARRY: "We've gotten attached." (Louis hisses) "We have. If you don't want that to be the case,
you have to recognize it will hurt to pull away." (stands up to change his pants) "It's not easy to go
from whatever we are to best friends."

LOUIS: (whispered) "We are best friends."

HARRY: "Sure." (pulling on a pair of black, skinny jeans) "If that's what you want, distance, then
it's good that we're getting it."

LOUIS: (looking down) "Yeah, fine, good. It is good. Good for you."

HARRY: "Good for you."

LOUIS: "Good for both of us." (purposefully) "You just don't have to club, that's all. You meet
people every day."

HARRY: "I'll meet more people like me."

LOUIS: "Gay people?"

HARRY: "Yeah, more gay people. It's nice to know some gay people. It's nice to have them
around."

LOUIS: "Why? They're not different-"

HARRY: (testy) "They understand."

LOUIS: "Understand what-"

HARRY: "Understand how irritating things are."

LOUIS: "What things?"

HARRY: "Things."

LOUIS: "What things are limited to the gay community that other people won't get?"

HARRY: "Look, I don't know, okay? It would make me feel better if I just knew more of them. It's
easier to open up."

LOUIS:"If you say stuff, like gay stuff, stuff you'd tell them, I wouldn't judge you. I thought I proved
to you that I don't care. I'm not that person anymore-I get your jokes, I get when you joke. I don't
mind when you pretend-hit on me."

HARRY: "Pretend hit on you?" (shakes his head) "You're like one step forward two steps back.
Constantly." (Louis winces, Harry takes a deep breath before...) "I wanna get laid."
LOUIS: "What?"

HARRY: "You heard it. I wanna..." (can't even say it again) "That. I wanna do what you do. I
wanna find people to do that with who I don't have to worry about falling in love with and-and
getting utterly demolished when they don't love me back." (drops it, combs through his hair, puts a
fake smile on his face) "That's something you need gay people for, nay?"

LOUIS: "You don't sleep with people you don't know well-"

HARRY: "Now I do."

LOUIS: "Since when? Since you slept with Ed?"

HARRY: "Yes, since then."

LOUIS: "Because he told you to sleep with Hunter?"

HARRY: (sarcastic) "Don't you two talk about everything.

LOUIS: "That wasn't a secret. Ed wants you to sleep around and-"

HARRY: (exploding) "And you? What do you want? You want me to sleep around too? Like him?
You want what he wants?"

LOUIS: "I want what you want."

HARRY: "No, you don't. You wouldn't know what that means."

LOUIS: "Yes. If you want to sleep around then I'll want that too."
HARRY: (lost) "I don't get you. I don't get how you can sit there and-and..." (frustrated sigh) "I don't
get it."

LOUIS: (gulps) "I want to be normal about this. Like with Niall.

HARRY: "Stop saying 'Niall'. It has become the new 'no homo' this week."

LOUIS: (ignores him) "If Niall wanted to sleep around, I'd want it for him. So I want it for you if you
want it."

HARRY: "I want you, Louis."

LOUIS: "And I want to spend time with you too."

HARRY: (pained) "Don't twist my words..." (Louis struggles, Harry sighs again) "Just tell me you
don't want me and we'll be okay. We'll get over it." (Louis looks panicked) "I know you hate
thinking about these things but let's just rip the band-aid off quickly so we can be done with this,
alright?"

LOUIS: (squeaky) "Harry."

HARRY: "I want you like that. You know how. I've given you enough clues and visuals for you to
realize very well what I think about at night."

LOUIS: "That's fine. I'm attractive-"

HARRY: "No, love. You are but that's not it."

LOUIS: "I'm a boy and-"

HARRY: (gentle but firm) "That's not it. You know that's not it."

LOUIS: "It is."

HARRY: "Louis, I don't want to suck off all my friends-"

LOUIS: "You could have said that to anyone-Liam-anyone."

HARRY: "But I've only said it to you."

LOUIS: "So? So? So what? You wanna suck me off-fine-what is that? Some sort of sign or
whatever? You're curious about-"

HARRY: "When I was talking about the boner, I meant mine. Because doing these things with you
makes me so hard and every single time I wank off, it is to thoughts of you."

LOUIS: "Because I'm hot-"

HARRY: "Because I'm obsessed with you."

LOUIS: "Because I'm hot!"

HARRY: "Because you're everything I wan-"

LOUIS: "Stop."(breathing harsher, looking around, trapped, in complete shock) "If you don't stop,
I'm going to hate you-"

HARRY: "I know. And I tried but it was going to happen, inevitable, everyone saw it coming-I did
since day one, since I first saw you, I knew this day would come, where I told you and you looked
at me with those shocked blue pretties of yours. You're amazing-"

LOUIS: (whispered) "Don't do this, please. Don't make me face it!"

HARRY: (patient in picking up where he left off) "You're amazing and I'm...I'm crushing on you. A
lot. Not for your body. Not in a platonic Liam-Zayn kind of way. I'm crushing on you bad, so bad
you're all I think about all the time, all the freaking time, twenty-four, seven. So bad Ed and my
mom noticed. And you have too."

LOUIS: "No-"

HARRY: (raises his hand to stop him) "This sucks, I know. It makes things weird. It's unfortunate.
But it's not the end of the world and it's not the end of our friendship because now that we
addressed it, we can move beyond it. No secrets. It's all out in the open."

LOUIS: "Why did you do this?"

HARRY: "Louis, you knew."

LOUIS: "With the lights on-why did you do this with the lights on? Now? At all? Why did you do
this at all? Why are you-have you gone mad? Why are you saying shit like this? You know I don't-I
know, you know-Ed knows-fuck them all-who cares? There was no need for this! You did this to
what? To what?" (breaking down) "What are you doing to me?"

HARRY: "It's alright, bub."

LOUIS: "Turn off the lights."

HARRY: "No."

LOUIS: "Turn off the fucking lights-I can't look at you like this!"
HARRY: "I'm going to go soon and I'm going to fix everything, okay? For both of us. I'm going to
make it all good again and we will be best friends for a long time-"

LOUIS: "You're an asshole. A selfish asshole that doesn't care about anyone else and you're
killing me-"

HARRY: (unfazed) "-I won't let something as stupid as my feelings get in the way of what we have
here, which is strong and wonderful and helps us both be better people-"

LOUIS: "You were not supposed to do this."

HARRY: "It's better-"

LOUIS: "You were not supposed to get hurt!"

HARRY: (sad) "Inevitable. I let myself get here because I loved the journey."

LOUIS: (shaking his head, speechless) "I wasn't ready to hear it this."

HARRY: "I know. But I was ready to say it."

LOUIS: "Well, I'm ready to say that...that..." (gulping, gathering himself superficially, keeping it all
in) "That I'm not worth crushing over."

HARRY: "What would you have said if the lights were off?"

LOUIS: "They're not."

HARRY: "But-"

LOUIS: "But they're not. And maybe it's good so I don't make you any promises I can't keep out of
stupidity and desperation."

HARRY: (nods, trying to be strong) "Let's do this again. Tell me you don't want me so we can have
some closure or something? Like an end? A good little end for our good little fairyfuck." (chuckling
through the pain) "Then I'll go get wasted to forget and we'll be back to awesome tomorrow. Come
on then."

LOUIS: (long silence) "I don't want to want you."

HARRY: (caught off guard) "Lou-!"

LOUIS: "So it doesn't matter whether I do or don't. It doesn't matter what I want-That much was
decided for me a long time ago. I want you happy and wanting me will never make you happy. I
won't."

HARRY: "You do make me happy."

LOUIS: "But wanting me doesn't. It's constant pain and rejection. And shame. Guilt. Self-hatred."

HARRY: (confused) "No..."

LOUIS:(hugging himself) "I know."

HARRY: (opens his mouth to ask but thinks twice, closes it again, takes a deep breath) "This is
hurting both of us then."

LOUIS: "Yeah..."
HARRY: "Probably best to quit talking about it."

LOUIS: (practically voiceless) "Probably."

HARRY: (nodding to himself, half-disbelief) "I don't know what I expected..."

LOUIS: "A Disney ending."

HARRY: (shrugs) "Doesn't have to be the end. Could be the tragic beginning." (standing up,
sniffling a bit, pocketing his phone) "I'll text to give you a heads up about whatever happens?"

LOUIS: (licking his lips, biting the bottom, still looking away) "Sure. Just give me fair warning and
I'll get out of here if you'll be busy."

HARRY: "I probably won't. Like you said, it's probably going to suck. I just need a drink and well. I
think I'm allowed one, right?"

LOUIS: (resigned) "Right. Be safe."

HARRY: "Will be." (hesitates before lightly touching Louis' hair) "Will you be fine on your own?"

LOUIS: "Yup."

HARRY: "Nothing crazy?"

LOUIS: (plastic) "Nothing. Was gonna play some xbox anyway, watch a movie, call Niall, have a
beer. Nothing unusual."

HARRY: (caressing Louis' hair longingly, short chuckle) "I'll probably end up doing that too." (walks
towards the door) "I shouldn't be back too late." (stops before the hallway, not turning around) "I'm
glad we had this talk. I'm glad it's all...you know." (goes to open the door) "Done with."

LOUIS: "Harry." (hurries towards the door, Harry hasn't moved yet, they bump into each other)
"Oh."

HARRY: (smiling faintly) "You okay there?"

LOUIS: "I'm just...just..." (clear he's beating himself up, forcing a smirk) "Just happy you're getting
over your prude ways and finally doing something you wouldn't have normally done in the
beginning. At least one of us is arc-ing as a character." (pats him awkwardly on the shoulder) "Go
get 'em. All that practice, you should be totally ready for this. First guy after Ed, second guy ever,
this is major. Good on you."

HARRY: "We'll see." (coughing to disguise the pain in his voice, mock formal) "We shall see how
this mission goes." (about to head out when Louis grabs the back of his shirt, pulls him back,
snuggles into his arms, Harry's chocked up but trying to keep it light) "Good bye hugs?" (wraps his
arms around Louis) "Is Lou-bear getting sentimental on me now?"

LOUIS: (shrugs, joking though his voice sounds like he's about to cry) "You might get kidnaped
and molested so who knows, might be the last hug I get..."

HARRY: (nuzzles into his neck) "Might be."

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: What decision did Harry make this chapter? What about Louis?
What did they both realize?

=================
92. Ideally

PLAYLIST: All the songs mentioned in the story are now in an 8tracks playlist under:
8tracks.com/jeddiejay .

MOOD: "Maps" by Maroon 5

***

Chapter 92: Ideally

Scene 1

[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 2:45am, Passing Through I Think I See You...]

NIALL: (over phone)"You want me to come over and keep you company?"

LOUIS: (phone on loudspeaker on the bed, Louis playing on his XBOX)"Nah. I only have one
controller here anyway."

NIALL: "You should get some sleep. You don't have tomorrow off."

LOUIS: "Neither do you yet you're awake."

NIALL: "I was making EasyMac. I'll eat that and die for a couple of ours." (pause) "Will you be
okay?"

LOUIS: "Why wouldn't I be?"

NIALL: "You sound upset."

LOUIS: "I'm not upset. I'm fine. Totally fine and..."

NIALL: "And?"

LOUIS: "Huh?"

NIALL: "You said and."

LOUIS: "I'm distracted—playing. And not upset."

NIALL: (hidden worry) "You're alone..."

LOUIS: "That's true but that's no reason to be upset. It's just a night. He'll come back. He'll be here
soon. Nothing's..."

NIALL: "Nothing's what? Finish your sentences."

LOUIS: "Nothing's wrong with me."

NIALL: "That's not what I said..."

LOUIS: "He'll be back."

NIALL: "He will so you should stop acting like the left-out girlfriend."

LOUIS: "I can't stop when I didn't start to begin with, ass."
NIALL: (chuckling) "Have a beer and get to bed."

LOUIS: (reluctantly) "He could come back with a guy tonight..."

NIALL: "He could so it's best if you just went to yours. That way you don't have to wake up."

LOUIS: "Chances are he'll come back empty-handed. He said so himself."

NIALL: "Well, on the off-chance..."

LOUIS: "It's a small chance."

NIALL: "You get cranky when you're woken up."

LOUIS: "That's why I'm not sleeping in the first place. I'll wait for him to come back."

NIALL: "It's almost three."

LOUIS: "So he should be back soon. Go sleep. And stop eating before bed, you'll get fat." (hangs
up, looks at his phone for a few silent minutes, looks at the paused game, sighs, gets up, turns off
the XBOX and the lights, gets back in bed, checks his phone again, flips through the movie
options offered) "Just you and me then, Shrek? You know, I used to think we had a lot in common,
us two, but I'm starting to see I'm the ass."

Scene 2

[Parliament House Night Club, Orange Blossom Trail, Orlando, 12:47am, ...In The Shapes of All
The Women]

BEAU: (stumbling to the bar, some guy touches his behind, flips around, scathing) "Watch it."
(humphs, tries to find a way to the bar, spots Harry) "You done ordering, curly?"

HARRY: (flips around at the pet name, looks at the boy in front of him, somewhat dazed, tipsy)
"Uh...me?"

BEAU: "Yes, you, the person taking unnecessary bar-space. You done?" (notices Harry isn't done
ogling him) "Yo, you speak?"

HARRY: (snaps out) "No."

BEAU: "Do learn."

HARRY: "No, not done."

BEAU: "Hurry then. Some of us have places to be."

HARRY: (sharp, rolling his eyes) "Oh, I don't doubt that at all." (turning around again)

BEAU: "You calling me a slut, mate?"

HARRY: "You said it not I."

BEAU: (shoves himself beside Harry, squeezing in until the guy next to Harry gives him a look and
makes some space) "I'll let you down gently—"

HARRY: "There won't be a need."

BEAU: "I know what you might think, little boy, pretty eyes, someone easy to bed—"
HARRY: (snorts) "Really, no need."

BEAU: "You're probably just picking me because let's face it, everyone would."

HARRY: (can barely hold back his laughter) "Absolutely no need."

BEAU: "You're an attractive man—"

HARRY: (smiling, amused) "Thank you."

BEAU: (mock dramatic) "But you're just not the type I'd take home to mother."

HARRY: (biting his lip, wholly entertained) "I wasn't interested."

BEAU: "You were looking."

HARRY: "You remind me of someone."

BEAU: "An ex? The reason you're here tonight in the first place? You'd do best rebounding that-a-
way."

HARRY: "Perceptive."

BEAU: (sarcastic) "I have many talents."(waiter arrives, Beau orders, really Australian accent) "A
vodka coke please."

BARTENDER: "Excuse me?"

BEAU: (slower) "Vodka—"

HARRY: (interjects to help) "He wants a vodka coke. Make it two while you're there. I'll have a
double. A light one for the child."

BEAU: (raises an eyebrow, snappy) "You know mocking my accent is not an effective type of
flirting."

HARRY:"But calling you a child is?"

BEAU: "No. None of it is."

HARRY:"Probably because I was helping you along, not flirting."

BEAU: "I don't need help, baby face. I speak the language."

HARRY: (smiling) "A language, whatever it is."

BEAU: (rolls his eyes, under his breath) "Dipshit."

HARRY: (tutting) "Potty mouth. Are you always this pissy when you're trying to have fun?"

BEAU: "Only when homeless weirdos hit on me."

HARRY: "I'm not homeless, first of all. And I'm not hitting on you, also first of all. I have a cut-off at
fifteen years old..." (winks at him) "For legal reasons. Are you even old enough to be allowed a
drink?"

BEAU: (blinks slowly in surprise) "Again, you're not doing yourself any favors."
HARRY: "Who said I wanna be doing myself any favors?" (wiggles his eyebrows) "Who said I want
you doing me any?"

BEAU: "Why else are you talking to me?"

HARRY: "Can't make friends? Can't help a guy out?"

BEAU: (unconvinced) "I won't be helping you out any time soon so shoo."

HARRY: (leans on the bar, smirks) "I think you're trying to hit on me with how much you bring it
up." (drawled) "I think you quite like me."

BEAU: (mild smile, amused) "My cut-off is twelve. For religious reasons."

HARRY: "Good thing I'm thirteen then."

BEAU: "Since we're listing things you are can I add creepy to it as well?"

HARRY: "Sure, and 'the person paying for your drink'." (hands the bartender his credit card as the
man puts the two glasses on the table) "Your drink, pissy-face?"

BEAU: Technically it's yours. You ordered it." (grabs the glass anyway, starts sipping on the straw)
"And it's bad. Like you. And your flirting."

HARRY: (takes a sip off of his) "Good luck trying to get the bartender to understand your
mumbling."

BEAU: (mumbled around the straw, he's chugging pretty fast) "You don't seem to have any
problems."
HARRY: "I have many talents."

BEAU: "Fuck off."

HARRY: (pretend shocked face) "Naughty. Vulgar. Ungrateful. Immature. Whiny. Childish."

BEAU: "Immature and childish mean the same thing. That's redundant."

HARRY: (smiling bigger) "—Pretentious, sassy, unapproachable, mean...Need I go on?"

BEAU: (gives him the middle finger) "No. You can walk away now. I'm not here to be harassed by
preppy, frat boys."

HARRY: (bursts into laughter) "You're wearing a tank top and a backwards hat yet I'm the frat
boy?"

BEAU: (smirks) "It takes one to know one."

HARRY: "Touche. I'm Harry. Styles."

BEAU: "I'll tell you my name if you promise not to make a cheesy comment afterwards."

HARRY: "Can't promise that."

BEAU: "Brooks."

HARRY: (confused) "What's cheesy about that, Brooksy?"

BEAU: "That's my last name. And it's never 'Brooksy', Roldy.

HARRY: (amused) "Roldy?"

BEAU: "I'm assuming your name is Harold."

HARRY: "I'm assuming you're a stalker?"

BEAU: "I'm assuming you ain't getting laid tonight."

HARRY: "I don't sleep with guys whose names I don't know."

BEAU: "That's all you get until you promise. Nothing cheesy."

HARRY: (grins) "Come on. How do you even know I'll have something?"

BEAU: (raises an eyebrow) "I've had this name all my life. I've heard them all."

HARRY: "I'll do my best to surprise you."

BEAU: "You'll fail."

HARRY: "Let's place a bet. I surprise you, I get a kiss."

BEAU: (laughing) "You surprised yourself with that suggestion."

HARRY: (laughs back) "I did. It was bold of me. I'm a bit proud. I'm patting myself on the back.
Aren't you impressed?"
BEAU: "You might have to try harder."

HARRY: "I thought I was trying too hard."

BEAU: "Not hard enough."

HARRY: (blurting)"I'll show your tight ass hard enough if you stick around—Wow, that was
supremely inappropriate."

BEAU: (amused) "You are so weird."

HARRY: "Why did I say that?"

BEAU: "Because you are so weird."

HARRY: "Good weird?"

BEAU: (laughs) "Nope."

HARRY: "Endearing weird?"

BEAU: "Eh."

HARRY: "Sexy weird?"

BEAU: "One might say."

HARRY: (giddy) "It's a bet then?"

BEAU: "What if I win?"

HARRY: "I stop talking to you."

BEAU:"How's that winning for me, Roldy?"

HARRY:"I thought you weren't here to be harassed by frat boys."

BEAU: "You aren't a frat boy, right?"

HARRY: "Are you always this good at twisting the conversation until you get what you want?"

BEAU: (shrugs) "If I win, ya take me on a proper date."

HARRY: "My bedroom not proper enough for you, babe?"

BEAU: (shoves him away playfully) "Douche."

HARRY: (slaps his forehead) "I don't even know why I said that. I never say stuff like that."

BEAU: "Sure you don't." (pops his lips in thought) "The name's Beau, B-E-A-U, pronounced 'Bo'."

HARRY: "Ah, oui? Il est commode que ton nom soit "beau" puisque t'es si chaud."

BEAU: (eyebrows up) "French?"

HARRY: "You can't judge how cheesy it is if you don't know what it means."
BEAU: "Doesn't seem fair."

HARRY: "Nor does having both the name and the looks."

BEAU: "There it is."

HARRY: (leaning in close) "It was an afterthought. I think I win."

BEAU: (lets Harry come closer, smirks) "Do you though?"

LUKE: (lingering beside them, hesitant) "Harry?"

HARRY: (snapped awake, turns towards Luke, blushes) "Hey. What's up? Thought you were
upstairs..."

LUKE: (looks at Beau suspiciously, then back at Harry) "Yeah, I was. It's cool up there but... I
wanted to check on you. See what you're up to. How things are going..." (looks at Beau again)
"And stuff..."

HARRY: "Doing well. You okay?" (Luke nods) "Oh, this is Beau. Beau, Luke."

BEAU: (teasing him) "Boyfriend?"

HARRY: (chuckles) "Not quite."

BEAU: (amused) "Not quite? It's like you purposely choose answers that would turn me off."

LUKE: "I'm not his boyfriend. Like...at all. Where are you from?"
BEAU: "Melbourne." (as Luke opens his mouth) "Let me guess, Sydney? Yes, wow, cool,
boomerangs, kangaroos, koalas, surfing, drop-bears, Nicole Kidman, vegemite. We have much in
common, yeah. Let's just pretend we had all that talk about Aussie so we don't actually have to
have it."

LUKE:(gives him a dirty look before turning towards Harry) "I'm gonna smoke a cig. You'll be fine
here?"

BEAU: (unimpressed) "You've been appointed his guard dog. Bet you're not even legal."

LUKE: "Bet you just turned twenty-one and now wanna strut around like a toughie." (taunting)
"Just 'cause Harry here is giving you the time of day doesn't mean you're all that, mate. Chill a bit,
yeah?" (before Beau can reply, to Harry) "Don't get too caught up with this dill." (walks away)

BEAU: (crossing his arms, smile on his face) "Charming."

HARRY: (confused) "Dill?"

BEAU: "Are your wingmen always this bad at it?"

HARRY: (lazy smile) "Yes, to compliment me."

BEAU: "Makes sense."

HARRY: (wraps an arm around his waist, pulls him close) "Now, am I getting that kiss?"

BEAU: (doesn't push away, smirks) "Your friend said you can't."

HARRY: (husky) "They always do that. They hate the boys I go for. It's a bit of a ritual. It tells me
I'm on the right track."
BEAU: (eyes half-shut, against Harry's lips) "Should probably listen."

HARRY: "Yeah, probably." (kisses Beau roughly, both smirking, grabbing onto each other's
clothing, Harry pulls back, starts kissing down his neck, tone gruff) "Pretty excited for someone
who's uninterested."

BEAU: (chuckles airily, somewhat blushed) "Didn't think you'd go for it..."

HARRY: "It's like I keep surprising you." (stops touching him, grins) "And myself." (laughs) "Sorry, I
don't do this often. That's why I'm so awkward. And weird and happy." (smiling) "I apologize."

BEAU: "You don't do what often?"

HARRY: "Pick up pretty boys in clubs."

BEAU: "Yeah? Why me then?"

HARRY: "Thought I'd make an exception for a college boy. Where you off to when the summer
ends?"

BEAU: "Conn Coll. How'd you pick up on it?"

HARRY: "You're young. Lots of undergrads come to Orlando looking for summer jobs."

BEAU: (raises an eyebrow)"So the only thing appealing about me is that I have an expiration
date?"

HARRY: (laughing) "I did not mean it to sound like that—" (more laughter) "But maybe...so I don't,
you know, fall for you in a bad way."
BEAU: "You are so bad at this. So horribly bad. I've been nothing but insulted since I started
talking to you."

HARRY: "Part of me thinks you like it. Kinky." (Beau bursts out laughing) "And I'm not that bad, it
seems. Got you, didn't I?"

BEAU: (shaking his head) "No, you didn't. You keep doing this shit, I'll be booking it when we
leave this club."

HARRY: "Assuming we leave this club together."

BEAU: "I don't bottom."

HARRY: (pauses, looks up to think about it) "Huh..."

BEAU: (seems more worried) "No deal?"

HARRY: (still thinking, pursing his lips) "Dunno to tell you the truth. Didn't think it that far."

BEAU: (uncomfortable) "I've never done it. Wouldn't do it with a stranger."

HARRY: (smiles warmly) "You're right. I wouldn't want to be your first anyway. Your first should be
someone you care about."

BEAU: (rolls his eyes) "No deal then?"

HARRY: "What do you suggest?"

BEAU: (blushed, almost nervous, avoiding eye contact, severely mumbled) "Could suck you off.
Hook up, you know? That stuff, the weak stuff, I'm pretty good at."

HARRY: (wraps an arm around him to comfort him) "Or we could just cuddle and watch TV and
kiss and sleep, how's that?"

BEAU: (hugging him back, much more at ease) "I'm not letting you get ya end wet, if that's what
you're thinking."

HARRY: (chuckles) "Whatever that means."

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Why is Harry immediately at ease / attracted to Beau? How do
you think is Louis going to take Beau?

=================

93. Incoming

A/N: If you read up to 93 but don't read 100 then I'll be sad because you spent so much time and
gave up at the last mile. It might seem like this is a million steps back but it is not at all. It is the
final hurdle answering the last concerns: Louis' "Yes, sure I can be supportive of Harry and his
new man. He deserves someone else." and Harry's "Yes, I'm probably not ready to settle down
completely. Better fool around."

Louis and Harry have to consider happiness in this saga and what it means to fight for your
happiness because up until now they've both sacrificed a lot so they don't have to face their
biggest insecurities. And Beau coming in is not for the sake of drama but the purpose of showing
to Louis and Harry that what they thought was a better plan, is not. So chins up, it gets better.

BIRTHDAY BABY: Happy birthday to Andrea! I hope the rest of your day is not dull and that you
enjoy this special occasion. Have an update to spice things up. Thank you for the kind words,
darling.

MOOD: "Waiting For Love" - Avicii

***

Chapter 93: Incoming

Scene 1

[Luke- Louis Texting Thread]

07/11/14 03:19am

[LOUIS] How's it going? Dead yet?

[LUKE] Nope.

[LUKE] It's nice. College night so lots of young prey. I am hunting. >:) Pew pew pew.

[LOUIS] Ew.

[LOUIS] Is Harry dead?

[LUKE] Nah.

[LOUIS] You sure? You with him?

[LUKE] No but I see him. Don't worry. He's having fun. Maybe a little too much of it.

[LOUIS] ???

[LUKE] He's been talking to the same guy for hours now.

[LUKE] Some Aussie twink with a dirty mouth who is so good at beer pong it's actually classified
as murder because he murders competition.

[LUKE] Ugh. Absolute douche cannoli.

[LUKE] *cannoli.

[LUKE] *canoodle

[LOUIS] How drunk is H?

[LUKE] Drunk.

[LOUIS] Beer goggles?

[LUKE] No, the asshole is attractive, unfortunately.

[LUKE] All the assholes are attractive.

[LOUIS] With Harry's bad flirting, no chance he'll stick around.

[LUKE] See for yourself. (picture attached)

[LOUIS] If I had a dollar for every pixel in that picture, I'd have two dollars.

[LUKE] I'm sorry I can't pull out my professional camera for a Vogue photoshoot, Louis. I'm hiding
behind a plant.

[LOUIS] Go take a selfie with them.

[LUKE] I don't wanna cock-block.

[LUKE] Plus the dude calls me vegemite.

[LOUIS] Why?

[LUKE] We had a little moment of bonding over dingos and Anzac day.

[LOUIS] What?

[LUKE] Harry seems to like him.

[LOUIS] Picture. Now.

[LUKE] That's mad awkward.

[LOUIS] Go.

[LOUIS] Go or you won't have a fake again. I sent you there with a mission.
[LUKE] Zayn and Liam actually did.

[LOUIS] LUCAS!

[LUKE] Here. (picture attached)

[LUKE] But know that I died of shame asking him and I have his autograph on my forearm and you
owe me like...nine shots.

[LOUIS] He's ugly.

[LUKE] He's okay.

[LOUIS] He's ugly.

Scene 2

[Harry- Louis Texting Thread]

07/11/14 04:10am

[HARRY] Guy home tonight.

[HARRY] Whooooo!

[HARRY] I win things! I was good. Be proud!!!!

[HARRY] He's little like you. But more little.

[HARRY] I like you so I like him.

[HARRY] You proud? :) I did like you said. For you!

[HARRY] Lou is zzzzzz.

[LOUIS] What if I was sleeping?

[HARRY] That would have been awkward lol.

[LOUIS] It's 4 fucking am. Couldn't you have warned me earlier?

[HARRY] I'm sorry. :(

[LOUIS] Have fun.

Scene 3

[Outside Eleanor's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 4:21am]

LOUIS: (door opens, Louis is standing there solemnly, a ton of hoodies huddled up in his
arms)"Hey, sorry, it's late."

ELEANOR: (eyes practically closed, mumbled) "Louis? It's way late...what's going on?" (points at
the hoodies) "What are all these? Are you sleep-walking?" (rubs her eyes, yawns) "Is there a fire
alarm?"

LOUIS: (holds them closer)"Can I sleep here tonight?"

ELEANOR: "What? Now?" (Louis nods) "Why?"

LOUIS: "No sex, nothing. I won't bother you. I won't do anything. I'll be invisible. I just need to stay
with someone."

ELEANOR: (a little slow to respond, blinking in confusion) "Okay, yeah. Come in. Yeah." (yawning
again, door closes behind them, they walk further in the room) "Is anything wrong? You don't look
drunk...Did anything happen?" (Louis lowers the pile of clothes on the bed in a big ball) "Are you
packing?"

LOUIS: "Harry's hoodies." (sits on the bed, next to the hoodies, rocking back and forth slightly) "I'm
saving them."

ELEANOR: "What?"

LOUIS: (shrugs, blindly searches for the pile, latches on to one on top to comfort himself) "From
being stolen."

ELEANOR: "Stolen by who?"

LOUIS: (staring at the wall, blank-faced) "I'm sorry. I couldn't go to Niall. He'd have made fun of
me. And Liam...I don't know. They wouldn't get it. I didn't know who to go to."

ELEANOR: (noticing the state Louis is in, sits beside him) "That's okay. What happened?"

LOUIS: "Nothing. It's stupid."

ELEANOR: (touching his knee, gentle) "Louis?"

LOUIS: (sniffling somewhat) "Harry's out with some guy. Some guy who he likes. He wants to
bring him back." (wipes his nose on his forearm) "They'll probably fuck. I mean what else do you
do at this time? He's fucking some guy and I feel like crying."

ELEANOR: "Ah."

LOUIS: "And I don't want Harry to give him a hoodie."

ELEANOR: "Ah..."

LOUIS: "So I had to bring them all here."

ELEANOR: "All his hoodies?"

LOUIS: "Yes. All of them. I would have brought everything-his t-shirts too, everything if I could but
I can only do so many and hoodies are fine. Especially this one, he gave this to me first-it's Ed's
and now it's mine and he can't have it."

ELEANOR: "Okay."

LOUIS: "I'm so stupid."

ELEANOR: "No, Louis."

LOUIS: "So stupid. I don't even know why I'm upset, really. I just thought he'd come back, watch a
movie with me and then..." (voice quivering) "Having to get out of his room because he...he... I
don't know. It's stupid. I feel stupid doing this."

ELEANOR: "How do you know this is happening?"

LOUIS: "He texted me. He and Luke did. He told me he wanted me out of there. He already has a
new guy who's better and he doesn't need me anymore."

ELEANOR: "He can't have said that. That doesn't sound like him."

LOUIS: "He was nice about it." (silence, Louis bites his lip, pouts) "What did I expect? He warned
me he was going out for this reason only. He warned me and I let him go."

ELEANOR: "He went out to hookup?"

LOUIS: "Yes."

ELEANOR: "That also doesn't sound like him."

LOUIS: (furious, on his feet, dragging the Columbia hoodie with him by the sleeve) "I know! I
know." (pacing around the room) "He doesn't do that. He's not like that. He's shy-He's shy and
cute and doesn't like other people. He doesn't like strangers and he doesn't kiss strangers!"
(breathing heavily) "But now he's saying he's horny and he wants someone who will like him like
that..." (hand in his hair) "And I don't even know why I care. That's the ridiculous part. Why do I
care? Why the fuck do I care?!" (throws the hoodie on the other side of the room) "He can do what
he wants. Who cares?" (brokenly) "Why do I care so much?"

ELEANOR: (looking at him sadly) "You just didn't expect it from him, that's all..."

LOUIS: "I didn't. Why is he doing this? This isn't him."

ELEANOR: "Maybe he really is frustrated, Louis. He's a boy. He has urges like you, random
urges. He makes mistakes. You've slept around too, remember? It's random. It's no big deal."

LOUIS: "It's not."

ELEANOR: "Exactly. Tomorrow he'll probably be back to being Harry again."

LOUIS: "Right." (shoulders drop) "Right." (sits on the bed again) "You're right."

ELEANOR: "You said that three times. Now I'm really starting to worry."

LOUIS: (guilty, whispered) "I just hate being jealous. I'm so jealous right now, I can't feel my
hands. I wanna punch something just to get the feeling back. I wanna punch the guy's face in. I
almost didn't wanna leave so I could do that. Wait for them to come back and just beat the shit out
of him..." (shakes his head) "God, I'm losing it." (looks at her) "That's why I'm here. I knew if I went
to my room, I'd have insomnia and maybe do something I'd regret. Like go back...You can't let me
embarrass myself."

ELEANOR: (soft, grabbing his hand) "You'll be fine. You're just a little riled up. You haven't slept."

LOUIS: "I hate being jealous for no reason. I'm that guy friend that loses it when...like I said that
whole thing. I just don't like losing my friends to girlfriends-apparently that extends to boyfriends
too." (snorts, self-deprecating) "What an overreaction. I'm not competing with him. We're not even
in the same category. He's a boy-toy and I'm his best friend. Haz loves me. There's no contest."

ELEANOR: "You will rationalize all this tomorrow. It's past four. You're not thinking straight."

LOUIS: "He isn't either. Otherwise he wouldn't be bringing that tosser home. He's probably some
douche."

ELEANOR: "Don't do this again."

LOUIS: "I'm not doing anything."

ELEANOR: "If Harry wants to be with someone, he gets to be with someone. As his best friend,
you're supposed to be supportive."
LOUIS: "As his best friend, I don't want him dating wankers."

ELEANOR: (rolls her eyes) "Or at all. Give this one a chance. If Harry likes him, you might like him
too."

LOUIS: "If Harry likes him I'll absolutely hate him because I don't like sharing Harry with anyone.
Harry is mine. He's my baby-I found him, I made him this, I know him and understand him and
make him smile. He's mine. This is unfair-He's mine."

Scene 4

[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 4:35am]

HARRY: (opens the door, turning on the lights) "See, not a suite. Feel free to back out."

BEAU: (walks in) "So this is what these over-priced rooms look like. Not gonna lie was expecting
more pastel and naked princesses." (trips on some discarded clothes, looks around, a good
portion of the drawers are open and spilling clothes) "Nice storing method. Must work wonders."

HARRY: (discards his jacket, looks at the mess, confused) "Yeah... Sorry about that. My
boyfriend's a bit of a slob."

BEAU: "Boyfriend?"

HARRY: "Huh? Oh, I mean boy space friend. Male friend. Best friend, who I happen to
occasionally live with, as friends. We live together as friends, just friendly, bro things. Bro-friends,
yes, that's...that." (Beau raises an eyebrow, Harry panics) "He's not my boyfriend. I don't have a
boyfriend. You think I'd be doing this if I had a boyfriend? You think I'd say that in the first place?"

BEAU: "You have strange ways of getting people to bed you. Unseen."
HARRY: "I don't have a boyfriend. I don't cheat on my boyfriends."

BEAU: "I don't care. I'm not the boyfriend. Nor do I plan on being that, let's get that straight."

HARRY: "Gotten. I don't..." (gulps, lost for words) "Whatever you want. I'm open to whatever you
want."

BEAU: (joking) "Does your boyfriend know you're doing this tonight? Oh super kinky." (grinning)
"Then you call me the douche."

HARRY: "I don't have one."

BEAU: (walks up to him, pulls him down from the shirt, against his lips) "Don't care." (kisses him)
"Drama-llama gives me migraines." (another kiss)

HARRY: (wraps his arms around Beau's waist) "You should care."

BEAU: "I thought you didn't have one?"

HARRY: "I mean if I did." (pushes him back towards the bed) "You should care if you're helping
someone cheat."

BEAU: "If the person doesn't care enough for his own relationship, how am I expected to care
instead?"

HARRY: (somber) "Maybe they're just making a mistake. Maybe you'd save them a lot of trouble
by slapping them awake."

BEAU: (makes a face) "Is this what you consider foreplay? Because it's not doing it for me."
HARRY: (laughing) "I'm sorry. I'm a mess." (nuzzles Beau's neck) "I'll shut up."

BEAU: "Good idea."

Scene 5

[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 5:10am]

HARRY: (both laying on the bed, movie playing, Beau smirks and straddles Harry) "You're gonna
miss the best part."

BEAU: (sitting on his lap) "Cute. But I'd much rather do this..." (leans down to give him a light kiss)
"That's the point, right?"

HARRY: (holding him gently, placing sweet kisses on his lips) "What is...?" (hugs him) "What's the
point?"

BEAU: (pulling away) "You are really into this...affection-thing."

HARRY: "Isn't that...normal?"

BEAU: (amused) "Sure, whatever gets you there." (Harry pulls him into another kiss, taking his
time) "It's just that if we're kissing all the time, my mouth won't be free to do other stuff."

HARRY: (eyes closed) "I like kissing." (caresses his cheek then runs his fingers through Beau's
hair, pulls him for another deep kiss) "I like this."

BEAU: (half-responding, half-confused) "I thought we were doing other stuff...?"

HARRY: (nuzzling his neck, holding him tight against his chest, eyes on the screen) "Hmm?"
BEAU: (bounces on Harry's lap pointedly) "Other stuff?"

HARRY: "Not tonight...Sleep tonight. Cuddles."

BEAU: (chuckles) "What is this? You're housebreaking me?"

HARRY: (running his fingers up and down Beau's back) "I like going slow."

BEAU: (sighs heavily, pushes away again so they can look at each other) "Look, I don't know how
often you do this-"

HARRY: "Often."

BEAU: "Right.

HARRY: "I do this all the time. This is what I do. I do boys like this, like you. I know what happens.
I know this stuff."

BEAU: (opens his mouth to question him, closes it again) "Right."

HARRY: (immediately) "Don't leave."

BEAU: "Um."

HARRY: (pleading) "I'm tired. I'm sorry-woke up for work early and that's all. I can do better. Don't
leave. You're...uh, you're really cool and I think we get along a lot so give me another chance."

BEAU: "Right, no, yeah, sure, I mean, yeah, we can hang out. You just..." (rubbing the back of his
neck, reluctantly) "I don't really...date, Harry. And you're a bit confusing."

HARRY: "Try."

BEAU: "Better not."

HARRY: (insistent) "One date. The date I owe you. One date. I know this all sounds weird and I
know I'm being clingy but that's because you're so...so what I'm looking for, it's strange. I...I don't
do this, at all. I've never been able to open up to someone this fast and the fact that you're here
tells me there's something about you. I wanna try."

BEAU: (rolling his eyes, moving to sit beside him again) "If you weren't this attractive you'd
probably be super creepy."

Scene 6

[Zayn - Harry Texting Thread]

07/11/14 09:14am

[HARRY] I fixed it.

[ZAYN] Fixed what?

[HARRY] The Louis thing. I fixed it.

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Did Harry fix it?

=================

94. Ill-Advised

A/N: I'm four for four these past four days (buy FOUR on iTunes). I hope I can continue this streak.
I've met the sweetest baby boy where I work (children's home for infants) and he makes me happy
and ugh, I just want to adopt him but I'm too young and too poor and anyhow, just wanted to share
that.

MOOD: "Centuries" by Fall Out Boy

***

Chapter 94: Ill-advised

Scene 1

[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 10:50am, You Will Remember Me]

HARRY: (stretching, eyes opening slowly, blinks a few times, disoriented, hears the TV, mumbles)
"You're up early. Insomnia?"

BEAU: (sitting on the bed, cross-legged, playing Fifa on the Xbox) "It's like eleven-I ate all your
bananas." (teasing) "All the bananas except for the one I came here for." (chuckles) "You play?"

HARRY: (up on his elbows, confused) "Wait...what?"

BEAU: (turns towards him briefly) "Hi, Beau Brooks, one night stand where nothing happened.
How's that hangover? I was starving and you only had bananas. I ate like nine. You skateboard? I
do too."
HARRY: "No..." (rubbing his head, winces) "My-he-Louis does." (yawns, sits up, still lost) "You...?"

BEAU: "Met me at the bar yesterday." (back to playing the game) "I stole one of your shirts-hope
you don't mind." (Harry's eyes flicker down to the shirt Beau has on, he gapes, eyes wide) "Mine
stank of cigarettes-why do they even have smoking rooms, they're dumb. Why do you even
smoke? You're dumb-it gives you cancer, you know? Smoke weed instead."

HARRY: "Umm..." (to himself mostly, motioning towards the shirt, Beau's looking at the screen)
"That's..." (gulps to wet his mouth) "That's not mine..."

BEAU: (not paying attention) "Huh?"

HARRY: (tackles him on the bed so Beau's on his back, climbs on top of him, Beau yelps) "Boo!"

BEAU: (sassy) "That's not how you pronounce it." (eyeing the TV) "What are you doing?"

HARRY: (tries to kiss him, Beau pulls away to look at the screen, still playing, Harry reaches for
his neck instead) "What I didn't do yesterday..."

BEAU: (trying to sit up again, struggling to look around Harry) "But I'm winning-"

HARRY: (lays a few gentle kisses on his neck before burying his nose and sniffing, aroused)
"Pause it."

BEAU: (oblivious) "You can't pause xbox live, moron." (Harry's gets frantic, runs his hands up
Beau's body, rocking against him, Beau chuckles) "Oh, someone's packing heat, huh? Where was
this yesterday?"

HARRY: "On the floor." (bites his neck roughly, Beau lets him but doesn't stop playing, Harry
moans quietly in longing, under his breath) "You smell like him."
BEAU: "What?"

HARRY: (husky) "This isn't a clean shirt."

BEAU: "Yuck. Sorry, I couldn't distinguish what with your method of laundry. It smelled decent."

HARRY: (without thinking) "Smells heavenly."

BEAU: "Lemme finish this match first."

HARRY: "No. Now." (grabs the controller, yanks it from Beau's hands, kisses him at the same
time, Beau's concerns are muffled, pulls away, smirks at him, Beau rolls his eyes, pulls Harry
down for another kiss, they make out, game forgotten) "You can play later while I make you
pancakes." (hands under Beau's shirt, gripping the shirt instead of touching skin) "If we do this for
a bit..."

BEAU: "Pancakes? Nah, I need to go home make sure the twins haven't killed my dog."

HARRY: (pulls away, frowning) "You're going...?"

BEAU: "Uh, yeah?"

HARRY: "Why?"

BEAU: "Because that's what people do...?"

HARRY: "You can stay as long as you want. I have today off. We can play, watch movies, eat,
cuddle." (hugs him closely again) "Lots of cuddle."
BEAU: "I smell."

HARRY: "Shower here. I'll give you clothes..."

BEAU: (rolls his eyes) "I need to go home. I'll see you again. Soon probably." (Harry bites his lip,
obviously worried) "I'm not just saying that to get rid of you. I'm going surfing this weekend. You
can come if you want."

HARRY: (pouts) "You can play more if you want?" (picks up the controller, puts it on Beau's chest)
"Here. You can win again. I'm sorry I made you lose."

BEAU: (amused) "Are you bribing me?"

HARRY: (cuddles his face in Beau's shirt, one hand still gripping it between his fingers) "Yesh. Is it
working?"

BEAU: "Not quite." (Harry 'oh-s' all sad, Beau starts playing with his hair) "You know what I texted
my bros yesterday-I have two brothers by the way. They're twins. They take advantage of me
being here by partying every damned night."

HARRY: (not paying attention, has his eyes closed, smile on his face) "Hmm..."

BEAU: "I told them if I don't come back today a curly-haired ax murderer has stolen my organs."

HARRY: (nuzzles his face further, nose in the crook of Beau's arm) "Why?"

BEAU: "Because you're way too loved up to be sane-Are you smelling my armpit?" (pushes
Harry's head up) "Okay, that's weird."

HARRY: (smiling shyly) "But good weird?"

BEAU: "Weird weird..." (Harry gulps, smile falls) "Are you gonna kill me now?"

HARRY: "I'm gonna kiss you." (leans down, Beau stops him, cupping his face) "No? You don't...?"

BEAU: "What's the story?"

HARRY: "What story?"

BEAU: "There's a story here and I don't care what it is but if we're gonna keep doing this-whatever
this cuddling-thing is-I need to know the story...are you? Is this like a fetish of sorts? Or are you
just lovey-dovey...? Is this your first time? Do you not know the rules? What's the plot line?"

HARRY: "There's no story. We're hooking up."

BEAU: "We're not though. People don't kiss hookups like that. They don't hug and ask them to
watch movies. They certainly don't cling to them at night like they might wake up to them gone.
This is not a hook-up, bud. It's some deep shit and I don't know how we got here because I never
gave you hope-" (raises an eyebrow) "Are you crying? Jesus Christ, I'm not trained for this."

HARRY: (quickly sitting up, wiping his eyes on his arm) "I'm sorry. God, I'm...I'm having a bad day.
I'm not like this, I swear. It's just today. I can be normal and I can do that thing, the hook-up."

BEAU: "Tell me the story." (Harry looks defeated, Beau groans, crawls to sit beside him) "Okay,
you beautiful psycho, I should have run out the door yesterday and I'm sticking around for some
reason because damn it, you need it and I never do shit for anyone but hell, you crying is like my
puppy yelping when I step on his tail and..." (another groan) "And tell me what's happening so I
can make sense of things. It can't be worse than what I'm already thinking."

HARRY: "What are you thinking?"

BEAU: "That you're a psycho ready that's never going to let me leave this room?"

HARRY: (wet snort) "Yeah, probably."

BEAU: "Not funny."

HARRY: "Sorry." (shrugs pathetically) "There is no story...I'm in love." (Beau looks scandalized,
Harry catches on) "Not with you. No. I'm in love with someone and he doesn't love me back. That's
the story. The end."

BEAU: "Oh..." (a beat later) "You're heartbroken..." (Harry nods) "And rebounding...?" (Harry
shrugs, Beau waits a bit longer then cautiously) "And I look like him."

HARRY: (sobs without tears, curls into himself, head on his arms, knees to his chest) "I'm sorry."

BEAU: "Huh. Well, that can't be healthy." (Harry shakes his head, eyes down) "But... If we
hypothetically were to not care about that..." (Harry raises his head, cheeks wet, eyes big and
hopeful) "Oh, don't look at me like that-I'm the hookup, right, not your friend or your therapist or
your conscience. Right?"

HARRY: "Right."

BEAU: "So I'm gonna suggest bad ideas because I'm a horrible influence and all that I'll say will
probably cause more trouble than it solves. I'm that little devil in your ear, most likely ruining your
life."

HARRY: "Right..."

BEAU: "We should role-play."

HARRY: (frozen) "What?"

BEAU: (crawls towards him) "Role-play." (climbs on Harry's lap, Harry remains immobile) "Just
remember..." (slowly pushing Harry on his back, straddles him) "This is the worst idea in the
world." (Harry gulps, wets his lips in anticipation, still somewhat scared) "I'm having you sign a
verbal waiver here so I don't feel too guilty about how good this is gonna be now that I know
exactly how to flip the switch with you."

HARRY: "I don't exactly...um..."

BEAU: (takes off his own shirt and drops it on Harry's face, covering his eyes) "What's his name?"

HARRY: (shaking now, breathy) "What?"

BEAU: (lowers down, kisses Harry's lips, Harry is slow to respond) "Or should I say..." (kisses
down Harry's chest,) "What's my name?"

HARRY: (one of his hands gingerly moves to touch Beau's hair as Beau kisses down his stomach,
voice half-guilty, half-aroused) "Louis..."

Scene 2

[Lobby Bar, Walt Disney Hotel in Florida, 6:55pm, Remember Me For Centuries]

ZAYN: (sitting at a table across from each other) "Well that's absolutely demented."

HARRY: "I know."

ZAYN: "You fucked him?"

HARRY: "No. He's too young." (lower, more ashamed) "He just...sucked me off."
ZAYN: (raises an eyebrow, dry) "Not too young to suck dick apparently."

HARRY: "He's a virgin. I don't take virginities."

ZAYN: "You just make one-night-stands act out your wank fantasies."

HARRY: (covering his face, through grit teeth) "I didn't make anyone do anything." (flushed red)
"He suggested it. He caught me off-guard."

ZAYN: "He suggested what? That he wears Louis' clothes during? That's demented, Harry."

HARRY: "No, he already had the shirt on. Accidentally. It wasn't like planned-This wasn't me. He
just..." (wrings his hands in discomfort) "Blindfolded me." (choked up) "And let me call him, you
know, during..."

ZAYN: "He let you call him 'Louis' as he sucked your cock and made you come?" (Harry squirms
in his seat) "Have you lost your mind?"

HARRY: "I have. I know. I have, I just. I'm confessing my sins." (grabs Zayn's hand) "I feel guilty
too. I know it's bad. He said it was going to be bad. We both know. No secret that normal people
don't do this."

ZAYN: "What was bad? The blow job?"

HARRY: "No. That was good. He liked that."

ZAYN: "How could he possibly-"

HARRY: (blushes in memory, avoiding Zayn's eyes) "He said he likes how wild I get..."
ZAYN: "For Louis. For Louis, Harry. You get wild for Louis, not this, this bizarre lookalike double-
this is weird!"

HARRY: "It's sick." (dramatically) "Oh, it's so sick. It's ill. I'm ill." (placing his face in his hands)
"Help."

ZAYN: "Did you enjoy it?"

HARRY: (guilty) "Yeah..."

ZAYN: "How much?"

HARRY: "A lot. I...I was so horny. It was really good."

ZAYN: (whiny) "Harry."

HARRY: "I'm sorry."

ZAYN: "Was it better than ours?"

HARRY: (immediately) "Yes. It was really good."

ZAYN: "This is bad. This is so bad."

HARRY: "I know."

ZAYN: "And you'll probably do it again?" (Harry fidgets, looks down) "Right?"
HARRY: (mumbled) "He's sleeping over tonight."

ZAYN: "Again? You just met, what is he fucking moving in now?" (Harry looks helpless) "Harry,
you can't dress him up like a doll and have him play Fifa on your bed. He's not a toy. And he's not
what you want. How much does he know?"

HARRY: "Bare minimum. He knows I love Louis, that they look alike-"

ZAYN: "You mean are practically the same person."

HARRY: "Look alike. That's all he knows. That's all there is really. I know they're different people."

ZAYN: "Does he make you happy? Are you happy right now? With this?"

HARRY: (shrugs) "I'm guilty."

ZAYN: "Forget that for a second. If that was all good, which it's not, would you be happy?"

HARRY: (shrugs again, stalls, palms his face) "I mean, no."

ZAYN: "No?"

HARRY: "What do you want me to say? I miss Louis. It's been a day, a crazy day, and I miss him.
That's gonna be there always. He's my happy, that's that. I can't think about happy. I just need to
figure out how to be content. How to be a little less in pain, maybe this is it-god, it's so selfish of
me but then again when haven't I been selfish in relationships?"

ZAYN: (pursing his lips) "It's selfish."

HARRY: "But he's making it so easy."

ZAYN: "Faux-Louis?"

HARRY: "Don't call him that. It makes it worse. But yeah. Beau makes it easy to use him and he's
using me just as much, if not more. He doesn't care-He knows what he wants and that's not me
dating him. It's easy to think no one will get hurt, that it's harmless."

ZAYN: "But people will get hurt. You, for one, are hurt."

HARRY: "At least Louis-"

ZAYN: "He's hurt too. And if he ever hears of this-this Shakespearian frick frack bullshit, god, he'll
punch your face open. And I'm gonna let him."

HARRY: (desperate) "What am I supposed to do?"

ZAYN: "Not do that weird shit. Don't do that. End. Please, or lie to me or something so I'm less
disturbed."

HARRY: "Fine, what if I didn't then-"

ZAYN: "Not what if you didn't. You won't."

HARRY: "Then what? I have told him, Lou, I have said everything I could about how much I..."
(stalls) "How much I wanna ruin this friendship. I've told him and he freaked out and I care for him
too much to lose him as a friend. Now I can be there-"

ZAYN: (sarcastic) "Can you? You seem a bit busy at the moment."
HARRY: "Beau's temporary." (winces) "I don't mean it...in a bad way. I don't..." (sighs heavily)

ZAYN: "This isn't you."

HARRY: "I've changed."

ZAYN: "Harry, just because you've managed to fool a kid into thinking you actually hook up and
eat ass or whatever line you told him doesn't mean you have changed. You can put up a front all
you like, I've known you long enough to see past it."

HARRY: "I have changed. Before I was a loser but now, ever since I've met Louis, I have changed
and this guy doesn't have to deal with the loser me. He sees the new me. I can be a proper person
for him."

ZAYN: "You were a proper person before-"

HARRY: "No, I wasn't. I was dumb and weak and awkward. I hated myself and you hated me,
subconsciously. Now I'm better. I did that all by myself yesterday. I managed. I impressed him.
That was all me."

ZAYN: (looks at him sadly) "You can't both act as people you're not and hope a relationship will
work."

HARRY: "Maybe I met Louis to prepare for Beau. Maybe that was it."

ZAYN: "You don't believe that. You winced just saying it."

HARRY: "Maybe I don't wanna get hurt, you know? Maybe I'm giving up because I'm done getting
hurt." (brokenly) "Is that selfish? Does that make me a coward? Is that an option I no longer
have?"
ZAYN: "And you coming to my room in tears is not you being hurt?"

HARRY: "I panicked because I thought what I did was wrong."

ZAYN: "It was. But even without that, you'd have been hurt. You were hurt before Ben even
entered the picture."

HARRY: "It's Beau."

ZAYN: "Whatever the damn it is. You're already hurt and you're trying to mask it with these dumb
delusions of new boyfriends and hookups. You're not fooling anyone, not even yourself."

HARRY: (shattered) "I was in love with you too at some point, Zayn. I got over that..."

ZAYN: "When?"

HARRY: (shrugs, throws his drink back) "Whenever."

ZAYN: "When you met someone who made you realize that what you felt for me and Ed was petty
in comparison."

HARRY: (gulps, eyes welling up in tears, coughs) "No." (trying to put on a brave face) "No, that's
what I always think. That's what I thought with you and Ed. I thought you guys were it too. I always
think that. I'm desperate, thirst...for love, for someone to love. I've always been like this. Since
middle-school, remember? Always hoping someone would...be there. I latch on to anything that
looks my way. I'm a dog. I should have been born a dog. Would probably end up never adopted
because I cried too much when the owners left."

ZAYN: "If you thought Ed was the end, you'd be married. You didn't think that. You actually knew
in your gut that he wasn't it. And I was a default." (Harry looks offended, ready to speak, Zayn
reassures him) "You loved me, yes, but because you confused all that we've been through-all that
gratitude and closeness for romantic love. It was hopeful. It would have been awesome if the
person who had supported you all this time was also who you ended up spending a life with. It
would have been a good fairytale and you had to try it, the same way I did."

HARRY: "Fairytales don't exist. Louis was right there."

ZAYN: "Speaking of Louis, what do you feel about him? Truly?"

HARRY: "He's impressive."

ZAYN: "Saying it won't make it any more real than it already is."

HARRY: "It will. If you want to rip my insides open you'll make me say that I am so committed to
him I'm willing to be emotionally stunted for the rest of my life if he stays by my side with a smile
on his face. Me, the kid who puts love first above everything, is willing to sacrifice being loved if
he's okay."

ZAYN: "And Beau?"

HARRY: "Beau hurts. Yes, it hurts, a lot. And so does the fact that Louis suggests I should find
someone else like he doesn't want to acknowledge the way I look at him, all starry-eyed like he
could do anything and I'd be proud of him. It hurts to know we deserve each other but there's
something he's not telling me, that has him paralyzed in fear every time we can, every time we
could."

ZAYN: (winces) "Maybe you can-"

HARRY: "It hurts that I can't help him, that he doesn't trust me to, that I might never be able to..."
(voice shaking badly) "That he's hurting and I'm hurting and that's that." (whispered) "I promised I'd
fight for him and that's what I'm doing, holding on, clinging to the edges of my sanity-god, I smell
his stuff to get off, I had a stranger debate whether he was in bed with a psycho, for him, so I can
restrain myself around him, so I can be happy because he needs me to."
ZAYN: (sighs heavily) "Eleanor says he's not taking it well."

HARRY: "How does she know?"

ZAYN: "He went to her yesterday."

HARRY: (bitter) "Of course he did. Back to square one, that's something you can always count on
with him. All the progress down the drain. What progress? Nothing's better. Maybe I should have
stuck to pining after Ed and being a drooling child. Back then I believe stuff. Or maybe he should
have never spoken to me, kept hating me, kept our separate roads."

ZAYN: "Yes, and maybe you shouldn't have slept with me, or maybe I shouldn't have introduced
you to Ed, or maybe you shouldn't have gone to Columbia to meet him, and maybe I shouldn't
have invited you to my fourth birthday party and maybe you shouldn't have popped out of your
mom's stomach-but you did. What are we doing here, going down the memory lane and feeling
sorry for ourselves? Every mistake you did got you here and you should be proud of here."

HARRY: "Here where I'm pretending the love of my life wouldn't cringe at the thought of kissing
me?"

ZAYN: "Here where you recognize that what you're doing is killing your chances of getting this
right because you are killing him, you idiot. You are actually killing this kid with this dumb plan and
I used to scream at him for playing with you, for breaking you, when you're here debating how to
date some hybrid that's going to his frat-boys in a month while he's wearing your hoodie in the
middle of July. Have you seen him today? Have you even made an effort to say hi?"

HARRY: "Why is this falling on me again? Why do I have to make every effort? I can't fight the
battle on both fronts. I wanna fight for him but-but come on, I need a little bit back."

ZAYN: "He's giving it to you. He's trying his hardest to give it to you. He waited for you all night, he
went to Eleanor, who used to be his sworn enemy, he's still wearing the hoodie he slept in, yours,
and he told Liam that he feels wounded when the last thing the old Louis would have done was
admit vulnerability." (sighs) "If you're meeting the hook-up tonight make sure you say hi to Lou
first. He and Liam are baking you cupcakes and I don't want him to interrupt your make-believe
humping."

HARRY: (shocked speechless) "When did you starting feeling bad for him?"

ZAYN: "When you begun feeling bad for yourself."

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Do you feel bad for Louis? Harry? Who more? Why?

BONUS QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: On a scale of 1-10 how bad was Beau's 'idea'?

=================

95. Intuition

BIRTHDAY BABY: Yesterday was a very special someone's birthday and I couldn't manage to get
this there on time but today I want her to know that I love her so much. This update is dedicated to
you for supporting me since the first story I wrote back when twenty comments were huge and my
work sucked ass. She taught me about One Direction and basically deserves credit for everything
I've done in this fandom. I can't thank her enough and give her enough credit. Happy belated
birthday, my darling Kayla. I love you so much and I'm always here for you, never forget that.
Keep owning Wattpad with your fantastic ideas and perseverance. Also, #jayla, that happened, so
yeah.

MOOD: "Kryptonite" by 3 Doors Down

TRIGGER WARNING

***
Chapter 95: Intuitive

Scene 1

[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 7:32pm, Five]

BEAU: (on the phone, taunting) "Who did the bleeding-heart tell?"

HARRY: "I'm not a bleeding-heart." (palms his face in exasperation) "And I'm trying to do the right
thing for all involved, that includes you."

BEAU: (amused) "Who did you tell?"

HARRY: "No one."

BEAU: "Who did the curly emu tell?"

HARRY: "No one. Why do you keep asking?"

BEAU: "Because obviously someone slapped some sense into you."

HARRY: (sighs) "My best friend."

BEAU: "Ouch, he tore you a new one we can use?"

HARRY: "He said I need to get a grip on my life."

BEAU: "He's right, you know?"

HARRY: "I know, that's why I'm canceling. So I can do just that. So I can stop making mistakes."

BEAU: (teasing) "Is Louie coming over and all over your face?"

HARRY: "Beau."

BEAU: "Yummy, yummy, so much cummy."

HARRY: (blushing, strangled whine) "Don't be like this."

BEAU: "Mhmm...get some, curly pubes."

HARRY: (embarrassed) "Look I was in a hurry going out and didn't think I'd-"

BEAU: "Use your downstairs when the purpose of the trip was to find a hook-up?"

HARRY: (closes his eyes) "I obviously don't do this often."

BEAU: "All naturale, the kale way."

HARRY: "I shave actually. I'm very clean. I normally shave. At least once a week, more if-"

BEAU: "What is this, a Gillette commercial? Skip."

HARRY: "Ugh, don't come. tonight. That is all."

BEAU: "Pity, if I'd come, you'd have come too."

HARRY: "I'm trying to go to heaven here."

BEAU: "Boring. Call me when you root for Satan."

HARRY: "Give me a few days to be a normal person again before ruining my life."

BEAU: "Fair."

Scene 2

[Liam's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 8:22pm, Four]

LOUIS: (both in the kitchen, putting frosting on the cupcakes, Louis speaks up randomly) "You
know I used to be like that..."

LIAM: (too concentrated on making the frosting into a pyramid, tongue peeking out) "Like what?"

LOUIS: "Like Harry."

LIAM: "Shy?"

LOUIS: "Yeah, no. Well, I was never shy, I don't think. The opposite, overly-hyper, I annoyed all
my classmates-class clown. My home room teacher didn't think I'd make it past eighth grade. But
ha-ha, I showed her...now that I'm using my degree to entertain snotty kids."

LIAM: (snorts, not being baited into forgetting) "You used to be like what?"

LOUIS: "Like Harry is with... Like his taste in..." (motions randomly with his hands) "Eh."
LIAM: (eyes wide) "Gay?"

LOUIS: (flushes immediately, backtracks) "No! Of course not, not gay necessarily...I'm
not...Not...Just-" (shrugs, visibly uncomfortable) "Like confused about how I felt about someone,
about a person, a guy, man, boy. Once, just once, you know? Whatever that...means, I guess."

LIAM: "Confused..." (Louis nods) "I don't know...if I understand."

LOUIS: "Like..." (squirms a bit, curling his shoulders inward) "Liked him diff-differently, let's say. I
was a kid, I didn't know better..." (struggling to explain) "Didn't know what stuff mattered and what
was wrong and right and general confusion."

LIAM: "Being gay isn't wrong though."

LOUIS: "No, no. It's not. I don't..."

LIAM: "It's just something you are."

LOUIS: "One is."

LIAM: "Huh?"

LOUIS: "One is. Something one is." (Liam is staring at him, Louis awkwardly snaps back into
looking at the cupcakes) "Yeah. I get that. You've said, everyone has. I get it now."

LIAM: (closes his mouth, slowly nodding) "So, you were like...bi then?"

LOUIS: "No, not at all, don't put labels on it. It wasn't like an official thing. It was one guy-that
doesn't mean anything. Who hasn't thought of guys that way at some point in their life?"
LIAM: "I have." (chuckles) "Was actually a bit disappointed I couldn't swing all ways." (another
chuckle that Louis joins in forcefully, looking pained) "Would be fun."

LOUIS: "Fun. Right. Well..." (pause) "Yeah, that's right. Like that. I thought I liked this guy a lot and
he was-" (sad smile) "Well, he ended up being an ass so...so that goes to say that-that I probably
wasn't supposed to-"

LIAM: "I don't see how someone being a bad person falls on you-"

LOUIS: "It falls on me for liking him, right? I made the mistake of liking him and he was an ass,
that's all. I don't think those are correlated, like yeah, I don't think everyone I like will be bad,
that...I don't know what I'm talking about anymore, sorry. It's late and I didn't sleep at all last night
so I'm all over the place." (tangenting) "Um, are you and Sophia talking now?"

LIAM: "Here and there." (casually maybe) "You liked a guy just randomly once then?"

LOUIS: "Exactly. Just once. I thought of it and-and was okay with it for a bit and uhh, well, anyway,
it's not important." (shakes his head) "Was just saying to...to..." (winces openly) "To mean that I
know how he feels, Harry, I've been there and it sucks to be there."

LIAM: "Be where?"

LOUIS: (gulps) "Liking someone that you're not supposed to." (agonized snort) "Getting..."
(cracked voice) "Hurt...about it. Because of it." (another attempt at evading) "We've all had the
crush in middle-school, right?" (rambling at light-speed) "I used to have awful punk hair, the punk
phase, that was big, everyone was doing that for a while, being punk and dumb about it, and no
one would give me roses on Valentine's day-And you, weren't you like a fat kid in school and
bullied and let's talk about that-we've all been there."

LIAM: (opens his mouth, a lot to take in) "Ah-uh, right. Fat, bullies, uh middle-school. That was a
lot..." (purses his lips, trying to recollect his thoughts) "Harry, uh, Harry what, Harry likes
someone?"
LOUIS: "Me." (laughs without humor) "Crazy, right?"

LIAM: "He said that?"

LOUIS: (shrugs) "It's-" (twitchy) "He liked you too at some point and Zayn-hell, loved Zayn. He
loves a lot of people."

LIAM: "He loves you?"

LOUIS: "I love him, like-like Niall. Niall said we all love each other." (burdened exhale) "I love you
too..." (his face crumples) "Somewhat, platonically. This is turning really-really cheesy and man, I
am so sorry we're not talking about sports right now and matey stuff."

LIAM: "I thought you were doing the thing, where you open up to me, as a friend and I was liking
it."

LOUIS: "I was. I did. I..." (bites his lip) "Uh, never...do that. Tell people that. That specific story or
confess that. You're just, open to this stuff so I thought why not...Not that it changes anything."

LIAM: "I'm going to go back to that Harry thing-"

LOUIS: (urgent) "There's no Harry thing. Nothing. Just, during the wedding, it seemed like..."

LIAM: "Like?"

LOUIS: "Like we were close."

LIAM: "Is that new?"

LOUIS: (speechless, lost, after a few seconds) "He might... like me. Uh..." (looks at Liam who
blinks back patiently) "Not like I like him."

LIAM: "How do you like him?"

LOUIS: (clearly uncomfortable, avoiding eye-contact) "Like I like you."

LIAM: "And how does he like you?"

LOUIS: (shrugs) "Like he likes..." (choked) "Zayn. Maybe. You'd have to ask him." (plastic grin)
"Crazy, right?" (slapping more frosting than necessary on the single cupcake he's being working
on) "How crazy that he'd even...like what? Me? How crazy. What...what craziness."

LIAM: (deadpanned) "Crazy."

LOUIS: "Well, we talked about it and seem to understand each other very well. He's..." (licks his
lips) "Finding someone to fulfill those desires for him, someone I'm sure who's so..."

LIAM: (helping him) "Gay?"

LOUIS: "Gay. That's right. So gay, like Harry's gay and they can be gay together. That's-that's a
requirement, right there if I ever knew one." (embarrassing chuckle) "He's dating and I'm giving
him space to do that-"

LIAM: "By baking him cupcakes?"

LOUIS: "It's a gift. A congratulatory gift. I'm proud of him for...for..." (nonsensical words, motions) "I
mean who would have thought he had it in him to do this?" (high-pitched) "How great is that! How,
how...utterly awesome and fantastic and appropriate and well-thought for our friendships that he
would uh find someone to be with him like that and..." (awkward) "Great." (through his teeth) "S-so
proud."
LIAM: (shaking the disbelief from his features) "This is painful."

LOUIS: "I agree. Let's not talk about it anymore. We tried. The thing. It went well. I feel better
about this."

LIAM: "I don't." (rubbing his chin thoughtfully) "Say, did he..." (very cautious) "Say he was like..."
(rolls his eyes to hide how serious he is) "Like in love with you or something like that?"

LOUIS: "No!" (hurriedly) "No. No, no, no...not at all. Nope. Not like...No. How could-no, that's... In
love, wow, that's-I don't think that's how we relate to each other."

LIAM: "Oh." (both looking at each other without words) "Good to know." (then) "It'd be good if he
did too. It's good either way. Nothing wrong with loving someone."

LOUIS: (looking away, gulping discretely, forced smile on his lips) "Nothing at all."

LIAM: (goes back to work) "We better finish these up. He'd be surprised to note you didn't burn the
hotel down this time." (genuine chuckle) "Hell, I'll lie and say you chose the recipe and everything.
He'll be proud."

LOUIS: (to himself) "Proud, yeah. He will be... I'm sure."

Scene 3

[Louis' Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 9:10pm, Three]

ASHTON: (picking up the call, excited audibly) "Louis, hi. You called. But you said-weren't you
going to call on Friday? Anyhow, I'll let you know I managed to kick-flip. You could say my break's
been productive."
LOUIS: (sitting on the bed, sad chuckle) "Hi, bud. Great to hear. Someone's catching up quick."

ASHTON: "Isn't it late over there? Do you miss me? I plan to come back with a bang. Mother says
she wants to send you a shirt with a kangaroo. I told her it was too touristy and you're too classy
for that."

LOUIS: "I bet." (quieter) "I bet... I do miss you. It's been a complicated couple of weeks."

ASHTON: "Weren't you in London?"

LOUIS: "Cheshire. Harry's sister got married. It was...complicated."

ASHTON: "Did you sleep with her before the wedding, you hunk? Luke says you came back
glowing-ooh, bridesmaid sex."

LOUIS: "No, I wish. I mean-I don't wish. I don't wish that but I wish my problem was that because
that's a simple problem."

ASHTON: "Woah, what's complicated if that's simple? Did you get gono? That's treatable,
apparently. Luke says. Luke is coming to visit because he's crazy."

LOUIS: (under his breath) "About you."

ASHTON: "Huh?"

LOUIS: "He didn't tell me he's leaving..." (meant to be a joke, came out strangled) "Is everyone
leaving now?"

ASHTON: "Only for a bit. You could have come with but you already had a break. Simon won't let
you off quickly-if I'm back, which I will be, Simon says I could be something different-like Winnie
the Pooh. Then I'd get to be with Liam."

LOUIS: "Cool. Was with Liam just now actually. He sends his regards. We were baking cupcakes."

ASHTON: "Is the hotel alive?"

LOUIS: (smiles) "Standing."

ASHTON: "Impressive. So...? What's up with you? What's complicated?"

LOUIS: "I was thinking..." (long silence, Louis closes his eyes, bites his lip, talks with his eyes
scrunched shut in preparation) "Was thinking of...relapsing. Once. For-for uh, for old time's sake..."

ASHTON: (breathy) "What?"

LOUIS: (gulps) "Just doing it again once. Just..."

ASHTON: "Doing...what? Drinking? Getting wasted? Something like that-drugs...girls?"

LOUIS: "Uhm...no..."

ASHTON: (hesitant, obviously playing dumb) "What then? Relapsing in...in...Are you out? With the
guys?"

LOUIS: (voice weaker) "M in my room. Thinking. Alone. Thinking about life and..."

ASHTON: "Is this...like a joke? I thought this was-did you call me to-huh..." (realizing) "Did you call
me to forbid you or allow you, Louis?"
LOUIS: (guilty) "I don't know... Perhaps I shouldn't have called. It's not fair. To you. It's...
triggering. But I thought you'd get it better than anyone, the itch, the...the need, really. And maybe
yeah, like you said, you'd allow it. God knows no one else would. If I called someone-Niall-He'd
say no, of course. It's...not something you do. He'd be over here in a flash, worrying and hovering.
I don't need that. I don't need monitoring. I know what's what-I haven't lost that."

ASHTON: "...Lou, you haven't in years. You don't do that anymore-It's not even part of-of. You
don't even think about."

LOUIS: "It's always part of you, me, anyone who does it. And I've been thinking about it. Recently.
A lot. It's been on my mind a lot."

ASHTON: "Why?"

LOUIS: (shaking his head, blowing air in his cheeks, exhaling in frustration) "I'm...it's..."

ASHTON: "Lemme guess, complicated?"

LOUIS: (breathy chuckle) "Yeah. It is. I'm feeling...spaced out. Weird, not in control-inside myself,
like I'm floating, like something-" (voice crack) "Something punched me out of my body and I've
struggled to hold on ever since and now I'm worried I will never ground myself again unless I do
this. Like I'll be no one forever, separate-weirdly not feeling all the pain on my body. Drugged
almost."

ASHTON: "You've had thoughts like this before but you've managed to get a grip. This is no
different."

LOUIS: "It's different."

ASHTON: "How is it different?"

LOUIS: "I want to punish myself. I feel angry. I'm very angry. All I feel is anger and it's painful-It's
overwhelming inside. I feel so full of it, I have no room for anything else."

ASHTON: "At who? What happened?"

LOUIS: (small) "Harry's dating, Ash."

ASHTON: (heavy, grave, understanding) "Oh..."

LOUIS: (quickly) "And I want him to. I want him to do that and be happy. But he's not happy.
Because I'm a fuck-up who drags everyone around me down with me and he's in too deep now,
way too deep. He's told me-I knew-I see it in his eyes. He cares too much. He mirrors me when I
feel bad-does it without even noticing. I'm hurting him. I'm furious at myself for hurting him-I hate
doing it but can't seem to stop. I'm outside, looking on, screaming to stop doing that. He won't
listen, no one will. I won't listen to myself."

ASHTON: "Wouldn't hurting yourself hurt him more by that definition?"

LOUIS: (stunned) "I..."

ASHTON: "Isn't it selfish in a way?"

LOUIS: (whispered) "It's just once."

ASHTON: "Once is never just once and even if it is, what about your streak? You've been clean so
long that it'd suck to break that for what, for a good thing. This is a good thing. He cares about you
truly-He sees everything and cares!"

LOUIS: "Not everything."

ASHTON: "Doesn't he know now?"

LOUIS: "Not everything, Ash. No one gets to see everything but me."

ASHTON: (getting desperate) "You're-you're happy with him."

LOUIS: "Things have changed, Ash. They're not light anymore. It's not all jokes and stuff. It's real
now. It's about real things-these are real people getting shattered-real feelings. This isn't a game
anymore."

ASHTON: "It never was."

LOUIS: (teary) "I have spent so much time building him up that I can't be the thing that breaks him
again. And right now I don't have control over my body. I'm a wrecking ball. Everything around me
is going to be in danger. So I either have to push him away or take charge again and I can't...live
with the first option so yeah, maybe you're right. Maybe this is selfish. Maybe this is the most
selfish I've ever done." (dark, sad, raw chuckle) "And that's saying a lot."

Scene 4

[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 12:42am, Two]

HARRY: (on the phone, worried) "Is he not coming over?"

ZAYN: "I don't know, H. I'm not with him."

HARRY: "Is Liam with him?"

ZAYN: "I don't know. I'm not with Liam either."

HARRY: "I'm just saying. It's late and I don't want him to be homeless."
ZAYN: "He has a home."

HARRY: "And he's not in it."

ZAYN: (stumbles) "He has a different home too. Have you checked his room?"

HARRY: "Should I?"

ZAYN: "Probably? If you wanna find him? Or, I don't know, call him?"

HARRY: "He's not replying. I said this already. Are you listening?"

ZAYN: "Call Liam. Is he not replying either? Maybe he's asleep, both are. It's late enough. Call him
tomorrow."

HARRY: "Tomorrow might be too late."

ZAYN: "Too late for what?"

HARRY: (squeaky) "For him to be alive."

ZAYN: "Harry."

HARRY: "I'm serious, this could be serious."

ZAYN: "You're being paranoid. Go to bed. He'll probably be in the parking lot tomorrow, dragging
your ass to Disney for Simon to fry it after you skipped yesterday."
HARRY: "I'm worried. I have..." (takes a deep breath) "A bad feeling. I have an...intuition."

ZAYN: (sighs) "You have had a very long day. You feel guilty and confused and tired and-"

HARRY: (angry) "Don't tell me how I feel. I don't need you to. They're my emotions. I get to label
them and I'm telling you it's not that. It's a bad feeling. He's not safe."

ZAYN: "What do you want to do, call 911 because your conscience hurts?"

HARRY: "My conscience doesn't fucking hurt, Zayn! That's not it. That's not it, dammit. I'm not
trying to throw a tantrum for attention. I don't need your attention right now. I need to know he's
okay."

ZAYN: (frustrated) "Again, what can I do? What do you want us to do? Release the drug hounds?"

HARRY: "Yeah, remember when he did that stupid drug thing?"

ZAYN: "He was fine then."

HARRY: "No, he wasn't. He went through hell and definitely couldn't be left alone-you were there,
come on, we all stayed. It wasn't nothing."

ZAYN: "You're right, it wasn't but he wouldn't do that again. Why would he?"

HARRY: "Because I'm a fuck-up and I've been nothing but a selfish bastard and he's out there
maybe dying and I-"

ZAYN: "Don't do this again."

HARRY: (trying to control his breathing) "I'm not. I'm not...I don't...Just." (stops, takes another
breath, shudders on the exhale) "Just, help me find him."

ZAYN: "Check his room. If he isn't there, we'll send out the search party, okay?"

HARRY: "Alright. Okay. Yeah. Thanks."

ZAYN: "You need me to come with?"

HARRY: "No, I have it."

ZAYN: "You sure?"

HARRY: "I'm sure. I can handle it. It's..." (gulps) "Probably nothing. He's probably just mad at me
and ignoring me. Hopefully."

Scene 5

[Outside Louis' Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 1:09am, One]

HARRY: (pacing down the hallway, on the phone) "Zayn, he's not here?"

ZAYN: "Really?"

HARRY: "I've tried knocking and calling for him and... Is he out? Who with though? He has work
tomorrow..."

ZAYN: (starting to get worried) "I don't know."

HARRY: "I'll get the key downstairs. Call Sandy or Josh. I'll text you if he's in here."
ZAYN: "Doing what? What could the idiot possibly be doing not to answer?"

HARRY: "Sleeping?"

ZAYN: "Harry, do you need help?"

HARRY: (determined) "No. If he's here and doesn't want me to enter, he definitely doesn't want
you. I'll take care of him. I did this to begin with."

ZAYN: "Don't put this on yourself. You can't handle this much weight-"

HARRY: "I'm not putting anything on myself that doesn't belong there. I messed up-I need to fix
shit. You can't do it for me. Ask the others." (hangs up, knocks on the door again slowly) "Louis?"
(forehead on the door) "Lou, darling, if you're in there, open the door please." (forced chuckle)
"Listen, love, open the door, tell me to fuck off and go back inside. That's all I need, alright?" (no
response, Harry bites his lip, stays strong) "Remember when...when I got really sick and you came
to check on me? You were worried, right? I'm worried too. And we both agree that worry goes
beyond being angry. It doesn't matter if we're fighting or not, well-being transcends that so let me
know you're okay please." (still no movement from the inside) "I'm going to get the key from the
lobby now so I'm going to come in..." (finally somewhat breaking, pleading) "Louis?"

***

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QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Did Louis do it? And why do you think he's thinking about it after
being clean for so long?
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96. Illuminate

BIRTHDAY BABY: Happy 15th birthday to Emmy from Norway! Have fun today, sweetheart,
though the chapter might not be too festive. Lots of kisses and hugs coming your way.

MOOD: "Love Story" by Indila

TRIGGER WARNING

***

Chapter 96: Illuminate

[Louis' Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 1:16am, Zero]

HARRY: (opens the door, walks in gingerly, lights are off) "Louis? Are you home?" (turns on the
light of the hallway to inch further in) "Lou?" (enters the room, looks around, spots him) "Jesus
Christ-!" (Louis is passed out on the bed, blood on the bottom half of his body, on the white
sheets, on his hands) "Oh my god." (leans on the wall, panicking, hand over his mouth, rash
breaths) "Oh my god. Oh my god." (screechy, nailed to the spot) "Oh my fucking god-Louis!"
(hyperventilating) "What did you do? What did you do?" (breaking down) "What did you do, you
fucking...baby, my little baby..." (catches himself, lets out a quick, shaky breath) "Okay." (takes a
deeper breath, exhales) "Okay, think, stop, think, phone, phone, phone...Shit." (looks at Louis
again, bites his lip) "Shit." (palms his face, whispering to himself) "You can do this. I can do this.
Think. Go." (walks shakily towards the bed, holding back tears) "Lou, babe, love-" (sits on the bed,
hands trembling as he reaches out for Louis' cheek) "Louis?" (grabs him by the shoulder, starts
shaking him) "Lou, please-" (shakes him harder) "Louis!"

LOUIS: (opens his eyes slowly, face scrunched up in sleep, looks at Harry, blinks, realizes) "What
the hell-What-" (startles up, jumps away) "...Harry?" (looks around confused) "What are you-Did
you sneak it? Are you mad?"
HARRY: (in disbelief) "Mad? Mad? Yes, I'm mad. I'm furious. I thought you had died, you moron-
you idiot-you-you...how could you do this to me? Don't ever do this to me again."

LOUIS: "Do what? What are you talking about?"

HARRY: (pauses to breathe, tries to speak calmly, an edge to his voice) "You're bleeding. We
need to call an ambulance, you're bleeding. Let me help you up."

LOUIS: (frowning) "How did you get in?"

HARRY: "You're hurt." (flinging the sheets back to check the damage, Louis' thighs are covered in
dried blood) "What happened?" (tries to bring him closer by grabbing Louis' forearm and pulling)
"Let me see, darling-"

LOUIS: (pushes him back) "Get off-Wait, wait, explain first-What are you doing?"

HARRY: "We were calling and knocking and you didn't reply and you're bleeding." (tries to put an
arm under Louis' legs to pick him up) "I need to take you to the hospital."

LOUIS: "Hospital? What? Why? I'm okay-You scared me to death but thankfully not dead."
(chuckles) "I don't need a hospital." (notices where Harry is looking, looks down) "Oh..."

HARRY: "What happened?"

LOUIS: (ashamed) "What-with...with that? This? That's." (tries to cover it up with his arms) "It's
nothing. I'm okay."

HARRY: "It's blood...right?"

LOUIS: "It's not."

HARRY: "It's not?"

LOUIS: "I mean, yes, it is but it's not...bad."

HARRY: (scrunches the sheet, uses it to wipe at Louis' legs and shirt) "We need to get you
checked. You were passed out. It could be bad. Could be a tumor or-"

LOUIS: "It's not a tumor..." (sees Harry's not convinced, still frowning in concern, trying to get
under Louis' arms to clean the rest of the blood) "It's not-Harry. No. It's-Harry." (pushing Harry's
hands away from his body, Harry whimpers) "Enough. Harry." (grabs the bloody sheet, throws it
aside, holds Harry's hands in between his own, squeezes them to get Harry's attention) "Stop.
Look at me." (Harry's eyes find his) "Stop a second."

HARRY: "Does it hurt?"

LOUIS: "No, it does not. It's nothing. It's..." (can't form the words, gulps, looks down)

HARRY: "It's what?"

LOUIS: (looks at Harry again) "I took a couple of sleeping pills because I couldn't fall asleep."

HARRY: "Because I wasn't here?"

LOUIS: (obviously yes, tries to hide it) "N-no. Insomnia, remember?" (shrugs quickly) "I mustn't
have heard the door. It's late. I was sleeping. I'm fine, completely. Perfectly fine."

HARRY: "But you're bleeding."

LOUIS: "That's a different story."

HARRY: "Is it a side-effect? Did you take too many?"

LOUIS: (pained) "Harry..."

HARRY: "Can I see? I'll get the lights, let me take a better look-"

LOUIS: (grabs him by the shirt, yanks him down, frazzled) "You don't have to."

HARRY: "Just in case-"

LOUIS: "No!" (Harry pauses) "No, don't turn on the lights."

HARRY: "But-"'

LOUIS: "I get it. I'm bleeding. I'm bloody. It's everywhere. I know. I..." (struggles) "I did it on
purpose. I know."

HARRY: "What?"

LOUIS: (looks down sadly) "I needed something."

HARRY: "You...you did it...you..."

LOUIS: (can't meet his eyes, clutches Harry's hand) "I cut again, yeah. I...I did it again. Just. Just a
bit, a few times, nothing much, nothing bad."

HARRY: (pulls him into a hug) "Why?"

LOUIS: (mumbled against Harry's shoulder) "I...wanted to sleep tonight. I was so tired of thinking
and I...I cleaned up after. It must have opened up again. It's not a lot. I know it looks like it's tons of
blood and like I'm going to die but-"(Harry is silently sobbing, body shaking, one of his hands
around Louis' waist, the other in his hair, clinging on) "It looks worse than it feels. It feels...kinda
good really." (gulps guiltily, pleading) "Haz, it's not bad. I promise-"

HARRY: "You promised!" (accusingly, in between crying) "You promised me. You said you don't-
you said-"

LOUIS: "I know."

HARRY: "You don't-"

LOUIS: "I don't."

HARRY: (squeezing him, voice tight) "I could have lost you!"

LOUIS: "No, you wouldn't... They're...they're light. Like razor cuts from shaving-" (Harry flinches
badly) "They bleed a shit ton but they're superficial, harmless. I wouldn't have..." (pulls away to
poke at his thigh in proof) "Doesn't even hurt, see? Nothing, nothing..." (Harry looks devastated,
Louis softens) "H...It's nothing...Harry." (sighs heavily, leans into the hug again, head on Harry's
shoulder, whispers) "I scared you, huh? I terrified you." (Harry nods, Louis rubs his back
soothingly, voice fond, full of love) "You silly boy, my silly boy..."

HARRY: (repeating under his breath) "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry."

LOUIS: (straightens) "It's fine?" (faint, confused smile) "You just scared the shit out of me because
I was asleep. Nothing else." (Harry's not stopping) "Haz, it's small..."

HARRY: "I'm sorry I made you do this..." (defeated) "I hurt you so much you had to do this."
LOUIS: "What? You think-No! Not at all, no. Harry, I did it because...because...randomly-" (quickly,
worried) "Harry, it's not you. Don't think-don't. I-I...I did it because I'm dumb-I'm the dumb one. This
wasn't...you shouldn't..."

HARRY: "I left you alone. You were alone, in pain, while I fooled around-made a fool of myself."
(angry at himself) "I should have been here."

LOUIS: "No, I wanted you to be there-You were doing so well." (cups Harry's face, tries to seem
comforting but it's obvious he's freaking out) "So well, baby. I was so proud."

HARRY: "I pushed you here." (pulls his face away from Louis' hands, doesn't look at him) "I should
have never told you-" (Louis' eyes go wide) "I made you think you had to do something, force
yourself to-to-I made you hate yourself enough to do this because I'm spoiled and pathetic and
heartless-This is all on me and I will never forgive myself for-for making you bleed-for becoming
him."

LOUIS: (screaming) "Don't say that." (desperate) "This wasn't you. You're nothing like him-You
would never be. None of this was you-there's nothing to forgive, nothing." (Harry is shaking his
head) "Harry. Harry..." (seeking his eyes) "Harry, please!" (Harry looks at him) "Fine. I've forgiven
you then. I've done it already. If it's like that, it's done. It's done, you understand?"

HARRY: "You weren't ready..." (lets go to stand up, talk ingto himself) "It was stupid to make it
about this."

LOUIS: (grabs onto his shirt to hold him there) "I fucked up. Me, I did. I'm sorry-I'll say sorry. I'll
admit it. This was me, it was me. I made a mistake. I'm saying sorry. For you. So we can forget
about this-"

HARRY: (withdrawn) "Let's clean you up. Make sure nothing's infected."

LOUIS: "Harry, you did great-"

HARRY: "I know I have a first-aid kit upstairs. Should we go up?" (looks at the sheets, cringes)
"Let's go up. You can't sleep here. We'll clean the sheets tomorrow. Sleep tonight. I'll call
someone-"

LOUIS: "I had a moment of weakness..."

HARRY: (caresses his hair, smiles sadly) "It doesn't matter. The only thing I care about right now
is getting you in clean clothes and a clean bed. That's all. Everything else..." (bites his lip, almost
shatters but holds it together) "We'll figure it out tomorrow, okay?"

LOUIS: "I was having a bad day and I remembered some stuff-stuff that has nothing to do with
you."

HARRY: "We'll figure it out, Lou. Can you walk? Should I carry you there?"

LOUIS: (catches Harry's hand when Harry makes to carry him) "Sometimes I slip into this when
I'm too restless, confused, it's a random thing."

HARRY: (stands) "Okay. That's okay."

LOUIS: (pulls him back on the bed) "No, it's not. You don't believe me."

HARRY: "I do."

LOUIS: "No, you have to believe me."

HARRY: "We'll talk upstairs."

LOUIS: "Do you believe me?"

HARRY: "I do. I do."

LOUIS: "Do you believe me when I say it wasn't you?"

HARRY: (winces) "I-okay, yeah. Can you walk?"

LOUIS: "Harry, please."

HARRY: "I'll carry you, okay?"

LOUIS: "Please."

HARRY: "Yeah, no problem. Help me a bit."

LOUIS: (exploding) "Please, don't stop loving me!"

HARRY: (stills completely) "What?"

LOUIS: "Don't stop loving me-It's not because of that-I like that. I love that. I live for that. I want it."
(Harry's shell-shocked) "Don't stop because I slipped up. Once, I did it once. Once. Everyone
does, doesn't mean I'm weak-"

HARRY: "Doesn't mean anything. I don't love you any less-"

LOUIS: (holding tears behind a brave face) "Don't stop. For fuck's sake, don't stop now. Not now.
Not after we've been through hell for this-Don't you dare stop."

HARRY: (breathy) "I won't."

LOUIS: "I'll get there. Do you hear that?" (grabs his hand) "I'll get there. For you-"
HARRY: "Don't do it for me. You don't have to."

LOUIS: "For me then. For me, for you, for us, for this, for whoever in the world. I'll get there. I
know-I'm awake now."

HARRY: "You shouldn't have-"

LOUIS: "I shouldn't. But I did and shit, I'm glad because you're here-"

HARRY: (frustrated) "I would have been here anyway. You didn't need to hurt yourself. I'm always
here, call me, always, anytime, I'll drop anyone for you, you know that. Don't ever do it for that. I'm
here, I'll never leave. You're my number one-"

LOUIS: "Zayn is."

HARRY: "You are. You are now. You'll always be from now on." (cups Louis' neck, pulls him close,
faces inches apart) "Listen to me..." (Louis' breath hitches but he stays put) "If being in the dark
like this..." (thumb glides over Louis' lips) "Makes you feel safe and happy. If this is your happy
place, here, like this, with me. If this is what you need..." (caresses his cheek, rubs their noses
together) "I'm okay with it, I'm here. I won't drag you out in the light again." (Louis closes his eyes,
leans his cheek further into Harry's palm) "You say turn off the lights and off they'll go."

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: When Harry's talking about 'staying in the dark' what is he really
promising Louis?

BONUS QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: How has Harry grown up from the baby he once was?
Where's the proof?
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97. Illicit

A/N: A lighter chapter for you guys so it's not all tears and drowning. I am so proud of the readers
because the answers to the last chapter questions were so spot on that I know for sure now
people are following along and understanding my work. It makes me emotional just to think about
(or perhaps it's because I just watched The Bachelorette and goddammit, Shawn--marry me).

BIRTHDAY BABY: Happy 16th birthday to tiny Alice! Thank you for loving the book and sharing it
with your friends. I hope this chapter is a semi-decent present since it won't be as depressing.
Wish I could give you more! Here, virtual cake: Oh, and if you haven't read it yet, since I see you
like P!ATD, you need to find "The Heart Rate of a Mouse" because it is the freaking bible.

***

Chapter 97: Illicit

Scene 1

[Simon's Office, Walt Disney World in Florida, 12:07pm, Lover Boy]

SIMON: "I think that's everything." (tapping a pen against a stack of notes) "You were extra
painless today. Is your birthday coming up?"

LOUIS: (on the chair in front of him) "My birthday's in December. You should know. I'm always
here working Christmases."

SIMON: (guilty) "Maybe not this year. Maybe another visit to Cheshire will be prioritized instead,
what do you say?"
LOUIS: (shrugs) "Yeah, maybe."

SIMON: "We'll talk about it closer to the date. As of right now, go enjoy the sun and the raise and
not having to see my face for another month."

LOUIS: (focusing on the desk) "I've been thinking."

SIMON: "What about?"

LOUIS: (breathes in) "I would like to...um, test out this-this...counselor idea." (Simon's eyes are
wide in disbelief) "If the offer's still on the table. I'd like to try, as it could help."

SIMON: (immediately concerned) "Has anything happened?"

LOUIS: "Not particularly."

SIMON: "But-but...are you sure? Is everything alright at home? Here?"

LOUIS: "Everything's okay, nothing worse, maybe better."

SIMON: "So...?"

LOUIS: "So nothing. So I'd like to try. Why not? Why not be open to everything? I've tried a lot of
stuff lately and it's worked out for me so might as well try this one too, right?"

SIMON: "Right. It might-will help. It will help, certainly." (to himself) "I'm just a little surprised, don't
mind me."

LOUIS: "I am too." (sad snort) "I didn't think I'd got through with it but I have now so go ahead and
arrange something."
SIMON: "Will do. I'll send you the information and address, arrange the insurance as well so the
therapist knows not to ask for payment. All covered by the Disney contract, as you know, the best
workplace in the world."

LOUIS: (chuckles) "Until I grow old and no longer have my dashing good lucks."

SIMON: (teasingly) "Pray to god we don't have to support you until then."

LOUIS: "Pray to god you don't retire before I do because the new person would kill me."

SIMON: "Himself then you."

LOUIS: (sarcastic) "Beautifully said, uncle Simon. So please don't leave me yet."

SIMON: "Oh, don't you worry, I won't be leaving without getting you sorted." (serious) "But are you
sure everything's okay?"

LOUIS: (rolls his eyes) "Yes, yes."

SIMON: "No weird thoughts?"

LOUIS: (smirks) "Define weird."

SIMON: "Like I'm going to show up tomorrow as Winnie the Pooh holding a chainsaw?"

LOUIS: "That's not a bad idea. I was thinking Thor with a hammer but maybe chainsaw Pooh is
the way to go."
SIMON: "Louis."

LOUIS: "No, no murderous thoughts. No sad thoughts. No bad thoughts. No mad thoughts. No
grad thoughts-"

SIMON: "Grad thoughts?"

LOUIS: "You know, go back to school, get a valuable degree and become a productive member of
society that doesn't dye his pubes blue."

SIMON: "That wasn't part of the contract, nor did it have to be part of this conversation."

LOUIS: "But now it is." (grins widely) "Aren't you glad?" (stands up, stretches) "I am completely
sane and telling the truth. If I went insane, you'd know because you'd be my first victim."

SIMON: "After years of putting up with your sass-ass and giving you a pass from breakfast dates?"

LOUIS: "Who'd want to have breakfast with Hades?"

SIMON: "Oh, you'd be shocked." (Louis laughs, about to leave) "Louis?"

LOUIS: (pokes his head out) "Yessir?"

SIMON: "If not that, what?"

LOUIS: (smirks) "The usual spring-flu that hits everyone."

SIMON: "It's summer."

LOUIS: "The usual summer-flu that hits everyone." (exaggerating) "I'm in lust."

SIMON: (blinks) "Of course you are."

LOUIS: "Fine, fine. I'm in love." (realizes what he just said, flushes deeply) "With myself. I am in
love with myself and want myself's best."

SIMON: (smiling knowingly) "I'll put you down for couple's therapy then."

LOUIS: "Couples therapy?"

SIMON: "For you and yourself, of course."

LOUIS: "Right."

SIMON: "Right."

LOUIS: "Have fun firing bitches."

SIMON: "Have fun loving them."

Scene 2

[McDonalds, Disney Boardwalk, Orlando, 3:13pm, Kinky Boy]

LOUIS: (sitting with no food in front of him, just a milkshake) "I've been thinking."

ELEANOR: (sipping on her own shake) "Oh, this has to be good then."
LOUIS: "And I want you to be honest about this."

ELEANOR: "When am I not?"

LOUIS: "How good was our sex?"

ELEANOR: (stunned then laughing) "Are you serious? This is what you've been thinking about?
This is what's plaguing the intellectual's mind? Here I thought something was up what with your
sulking and sweaters in July."

LOUIS: (rolls his eyes) "Yeah, apparently I'm evaluating my life and this is among the important
aspects of it."

ELEANOR: "Sex with me?"

LOUIS: "Sex in general. You happen to be the only one around to give me feedback."

ELEANOR: "And you said be honest."

LOUIS: "Honest, not funny."

ELEANOR: "Fine, honestly... pretty bad."

LOUIS: "Eleanor."

ELEANOR: "Okay, yeah, I take that back. It was really bad. It was close to terrible."

LOUIS: "Really?"
ELEANOR: "Really."

LOUIS: "Really, really?"

ELEANOR: "Yup."

LOUIS: (stunned) "Huh..." (moments of silence) "I don't know what to do with this information.
Have half a mind to kill you so it doesn't get out."

ELEANOR: "Ha. What did you expect? You hate kissing. You hate affection. You hate being
naked. You hate sex basically."

LOUIS: "I don't mind sex."

ELEANOR: "That's synonymous. Who 'minds' sex? Who anything but dies for sex?"

LOUIS: "I see now why we weren't compatible. You're a nympho. I'm in hate with you..."

ELEANOR: "You figured that out just now?"

LOUIS: "If you hated it so much why continue, with me? We did it for a long time."

ELEANOR: "I guess by your one-night-blowie standards, yes."

LOUIS: "Why?"

ELEANOR: "Eh, I didn't mind it with you. Not the best but there occasionally. Randomly. Like a
calorie burner activity though you didn't let me do anything but lay there like a dead fish."
LOUIS: "Isn't that what women want, to do none of the work?"

ELEANOR: "Careful there, your sexism is showing."

LOUIS: "All the women I've slept with wanted me to take charge so I made a generalization and
took charge."

ELEANOR: "Do you like taking charge?"

LOUIS: "Do I have a choice?"

ELEANOR: (sideways nodding) "Yes, really, all types of kinks out there." (smirks) "You strike me
as the kind of person who's all bossy in life and all fluffy in bed."

LOUIS: "You've been in bed with me..."

ELEANOR: "Okay, but real bed, in bed with someone you're super attracted to and really like."

LOUIS: "I-"

ELEANOR: (gives him a look) "Come on now. You were not."

LOUIS: "You're an attractive girl. Very nice and pretty with straight hair. I don't compliment people
often so be happy. That hurt to say."

ELEANOR: (blinks dully) "That hurt to hear. I'm so flattered."

LOUIS: "And nice...breasts."

ELEANOR: "Did it take you a while to remember what those are called?"

LOUIS: "Ha-ha. I take it back. You look like a wart."

ELEANOR: "Not even a witch this time. I've graduated." (shakes her head) "I'm thinking of
sleeping with a girl."

LOUIS: (chokes on his drink) "What? Is everyone gay now? Did I turn you lesbian? Was I this
bad?"

ELEANOR: (amused) "Eh, not necessarily."

LOUIS: (drops his head in his arms) "Where is my male pride? Where is my male macho?
Where?"

ELEANOR: "Right. No, I was simply thinking... up until now I haven't tried but maybe I'm bisexual
or something. Maybe both girls and boys...boys who aren't you..." (Louis mock sobs) "Will do it for
me. I have to try."

LOUIS: (raises his head and an eyebrow) "Do you?"

ELEANOR: "What's the worst that could happen? I'm not bisexual and then I continue my straight
life."

LOUIS: "Why are you telling me this? Are we girlfriends? Are you in lesbians with me?"

ELEANOR: "I paint your toenails every month. You drink wine with me and vent about your boy
problems. We're girlfriends."

LOUIS: (opens his mouth for a few seconds) "I...don't have boy problems. I have buddy problems-
Harry problems."

ELEANOR: "Harry is a boy. But who cares because now we're talking about my problems."

LOUIS: "What the hell are your problems? You're pretty, smart, funny, non-problematic, with many
friends and a model body and can pull of crop-tops and citrus nails and now you might like both
genders-those aren't problems; those are things I want in life."

ELEANOR: (stunned) "You can have all of those really..."

LOUIS: (pouty, blushed) "No."

ELEANOR: (counting on her fingers) "Pretty? Check. Smart. Check. Funny? Eh..." (Louis glares at
her) "Fine, check. Non-problematic, well, that one we'd need to work on, mister women-should-be-
dead-fishes. But model body? Check."

LOUIS: "You forgot many friends."

ELEANOR: "Right, many friends, check." (Louis opens his mouth) "Niall, Zayn, Liam, Sandy, Dan,
Josh, Ash, Luke, Mikey, Calum-"

LOUIS: "Ed."

ELEANOR: (reluctantly) "Ed, darling Ed, apparently-apparently he likes you enough to show you
new songs and send you free tickets and text you ginger jokes." (heavy sigh)

LOUIS: (smirking) "Jealous?"

ELEANOR: (ignoring him) "And if wanna pull off crop tops and painted nails, god knows you can
but I wouldn't recommend it because Harry would probably run out of future children."
LOUIS: "Um."

ELEANOR: "Think about it."

LOUIS: (aha moment, cringes) "You are a vile creature that I do not want to be associated with
any longer in case I get verbal genital warts from your filthy wart face."

ELEANOR: "Yeah, yeah. Are you coming gay-clubbing with me or not?"

LOUIS: "Since when is this the debate?"

ELEANOR: "Since ever. I'm coming out as questioning, keep up."

LOUIS: "You said you might like women who knows. That's not a case for going gay-clubbing with
me out of all people-I don't go gay-clubbing to collect information-okay, I did that once with Luke
and it was to prove a point."

ELEANOR: "The point being you don't mind going to gay clubs because you don't mind gay
people and being gay isn't a bad thing you're afraid of."

LOUIS: (pursing his lips, caught) "I don't like you as a person."

ELEANOR: (smiling) "We've established that."

LOUIS: "What will I do in a lesbian-club anyway? Love the fact that beautiful women are kissing
each other on the lips? I'm not that kind of man, Eleanor. I have morals and decency and..."
(Eleanor is giggling) "And plans."

ELEANOR: "To what? Play video games with Liam all night?"
LOUIS: "Um...no. Not anymore since I've become so predictable." (Eleanor pouts) "Why don't you
ask Luke?"

ELEANOR: "I don't think the type of people I want and the type of people he wants run the same
circles if you catch my drift."

LOUIS: "Liam?"

ELEANOR: "Zayn would get to jealous."

LOUIS: "These jokes about their relationship-"

ELEANOR: "Ziam, you mean?"

LOUIS: "I'll pretend I didn't hear that... Ziam, who even invented that? Lemme guess, Liam
himself." (Eleanor nods) "Wait are there names for all coup-"

ELEANOR: "Larry. That's you and Harry." (grandiosely) "Larry is real, Larry is life, Larry's the new
Shrek."

LOUIS: "That's...demented really. Because...well, because Shrek is a god and also because..."
(laughing nervously) "Why would we have a name?"

ELEANOR: "You look cute together."

LOUIS: "I look cute next to anyone."

ELEANOR: "Especially cute next to Harry."

LOUIS: (evading) "Why don't you take Harry?"

ELEANOR: "I need someone with a certain sass and pizazz. And taste."

LOUIS: "And he doesn't have taste?"

ELEANOR: "Well, he likes you."

LOUIS: "I don't know why I keep setting you up for spikes on my self-esteem. Where would you be
without me?"

ELEANOR: "Subconscious masochism. I told you about the kinks, right? Wants to be verbally
volleyed, controlled in bed, whipped and whipped creamed, oh, Louis, you naughty, naughty boy.
Maybe if my lesbian experimentation doesn't cut it, I'll buy a bucket of ice cream, my dildo and a
roll of toilet paper and we can get it on."

LOUIS: "Now I have to come with you just to ensure that you do find someone and I don't have to
die a painful, toilet paper death. Did you say dildo?"

ELEANOR: "So you're coming?" (excited, clapping her hands) "Yay. It's going to be so much fun."

LOUIS: "Certainly."

ELEANOR: "I'll buy the wine."

LOUIS: "For what?"

ELEANOR: "For pre gaming, duh. We'll drink wine and get dressed and dance to Britney and go
out. I've already found the perfect club. It's gay and lesbian so you won't get bored."
LOUIS: "After this I might have to come out as lesbian because my dick will have shrunk into my
butthole."

ELEANOR: "Dick in butt..."

LOUIS: (waves her off dramatically) "When?"

ELEANOR: "This coming weekend. Friday. Does that work?" (Louis looks pained) "I'll curl your
hair for you."

LOUIS: "Fine." (Eleanor squeaks) "Only for the hair though."

Scene 3

[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 5:42pm, Hubby Boy]

LOUIS: (enters the room nervously) "Harry, can I come in? I've been thinking..."

HARRY: (voice heard from the kitchen) "I'm here."

LOUIS: (walks in, lingers near the kitchen's door) "Can I stay here tonight or...?"

HARRY: (looks up from where he's whisking cake mix) "Unless you have other plans?"

LOUIS: (shrugs, small) "I don't."

HARRY: "Then what are you asking for?" (slaps some of the powder from his hands, heads
towards Louis) "You live here." (Louis stiffens, hands twitching but Harry heads for the room
instead, not touching him) "I have something for you."
LOUIS: "Oh." (blushes at his own reaction, under his breath) "Not a hug apparently." (Harry hums
in questioning, Louis is louder) "Nothing."

HARRY: "It took me ages to find these so you better be as excited as I am." (chuckles to himself)
"People thought I was a teen dad."

LOUIS: (walks into the room to look at what Harry's holding) "What is it?"

HARRY: (hands him the box) "Impressed?"

LOUIS: "Harry."

HARRY: (pouts) "No, you don't like them? But they have Shreks?"

LOUIS: (smiles) "I see that. But..." (looks up from the box of band-aids, bites his lip) "I don't..."

HARRY: (shrugs) "Who knows when one might need them?" (walks back towards the kitchen)
"Keep them just in case."

LOUIS: (shocked, looks at the box, looks at Harry's back before he disappears into the kitchen
again, has to bite his lip to stop from grinning fully) "What are you making?"

HARRY: "Cupcakes."

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: throughout the book, when did Louis surprise you most?
=================

98. Instructions

BIRTHDAY BABY: Happy Birthday to Alice! And here are only some of the reasons all you guys
should give her extra love: [1] original reader of the Confessions, meaning she has supported this
book all the way here and inspired it, [2] she thinks she'll have a crappy birthday :( and no one
deserves that so we must turn this around immediately, [3] she is a sweetheart and I love her lots.

***

Chapter 98: Instructions

Scene 1

[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 7:12am, Instruction Manual: Ass Sex]

LOUIS: (laying on the bed, facing Harry, eyes closed) "Don't be creepy."

HARRY: (caught staring, closes his eyes immediately) "I'm asleep."

LOUIS: "Of course you are."

HARRY: "Yes, I am. Look." (fake snoring) "Harry's so asleep."

LOUIS: "So asleep he talks."

HARRY: "In his sleep."

LOUIS: "Do you sleep with your eyes open?"

HARRY: "Yes, I sleep looking at you."

LOUIS: "And creepily touching my eyebrows."

HARRY: (blushes) "I was straightening them so the little hairs were facing the same way-" (Louis
is choking in silent laughter) "You were supposed to be asleep!"

LOUIS: "Same with you but I guess the crucial task of straight, eyebrow hair took precedence."

HARRY: "I only did it for a little bit." (pouts) "Plus, admit it, you like petting."

LOUIS: "Nope."

HARRY: (turns the other way, sulky) "Fine, keep your unpetted face and weird eyebrows. No more
nice things for you."

LOUIS: (smiles, cuddles closer to Harry to spoon him) "Ha, got you. Little did you know this is
what I secretly wanted all along."

HARRY: "To smell my sweaty back?"

LOUIS: "Yup. Yum." (makes a show of sniffing Harry's back then armpit) "So manly."

HARRY: (tickled, laughs) "Want more?" (raises his arm) "Here, let me help you." (grabs the back
of Louis' head, shoves his face in his own armpit) "Take it in. Take it in."

LOUIS: (mumbled) "Day five. No oxygen. Just pheromones. Dead but getting weirdly aroused.
Send help..." (pause) "And lube."
HARRY: (laughing harder now, lets go to let Louis breathe) "Feel free to touch my butt."

LOUIS: "You have no butt."

HARRY: "Feel free to touch my non-butt." (amused, biting his lip) "With your weirdly aroused
pheromones."

LOUIS: "How about I touch your face with my fist?" (Harry is laughing) "Or my farting ass?"

HARRY: "Yum." (Louis mock gags) "I'm not picky or vegan when it comes to eating ass."

LOUIS: "No, you're just disgusting." (Harry giggles immaturely, Louis settles down again, arm
loosely around Harry's waist, sighing contentedly against Harry's back) "We're disgusting."

HARRY: "Yup." (looks at the alarm clock) "And we should get up for work." (Louis groans loudly)
"Get your smelly ass in the shower before I eat it."

LOUIS: "I might have to make that sacrifice. That's how much I don't wanna get up."

HARRY: (mocking him) "Oh, the sacrifice of being pleasured. The pain, the struggle."

LOUIS: "Is it really that pleasurable?"

HARRY: (cheeky) "I could show you. Spread like butter for daddy, princess."

LOUIS: (smacks him in the head, Harry yelps, Louis smacks him again) "I'm asking seriously. For
scientific reasons."

HARRY: "Didn't Ed clue you in? Or is frotting his only specialty?"

LOUIS: (holding back a smirk) "He said you loved it." (Harry blushes) "But he also said he'd never
seen anyone like ass-sex more than you."

HARRY: (sarcastic) "At this point he should just show you the sex-tapes."

LOUIS: (raising his head from the pillow) "Those...exist?"

HARRY: (taunts) "For scientific reasons, right?"

LOUIS: (smirks) "No, for tutorial purposes."

HARRY: (eyes dilated, voice husky) "No need." (sitting up to get out of bed) "Because I sure as
hell wouldn't be wasting that fine ass." (winks on his way to the bathroom) "I'll shower first since
now I have a big problem to solve."

LOUIS: (jaw on the floor, flushed from his face, down his neck, to the tips of his ears) "As if!"
(Harry laughs from inside the bathroom) "As if I'd like it enough to let you."

HARRY: (sing-song) "Don't knock it till you try it."

Scene 2

[Park Entrance, Walt Disney World in Florida, 11:19am, Instruction Manual: Ass-Sexual]

LOUIS: (walks determinedly up to Zayn where he is standing outside the park, smoking) "In what
world do straight guys shove dicks in other guys' asses?"

ZAYN: (whiny) "Oh not again. How did you find me?"
LOUIS: "What world?"

ZAYN: "This one apparently."

LOUIS: "You really-"

ZAYN: "Yes, Louis." (ranting) "Really. I really. I did the sex with my best mate. I put my dick in his
tight hole and loved every second of it and had him screaming below me and had him riding me. I
did all that. It was done. Are we done with the twenty questions? Why are you stalking me?"

LOUIS: (huffy) "I am not. I happened to be at the locker room, and the cafe, and McDonalds, and
here. I do all those things all the time. Pass me a cigarette." (Zayn hands him one, Louis puts it in
his mouth, lights it, shrugs) "I just don't understand how."

ZAYN: "Take sex-ed."

LOUIS: "How can you do that and not be in love with him? How can people not be in love with
him?"

ZAYN: "This is the part where I reiterate I am straight. Again. For the ninth time in this unwanted,
dozen part conversation."

LOUIS: "Are you sure though? How can you be so sure?"

ZAYN: "Louis, you think if I loved him like that I'd have let you even begin to Niall-flirt with him?"

LOUIS: "Is everyone using that now?"

ZAYN: "You think if I loved him like he once loved me, we'd even be having this talk? He'd have
been my boyfriend last year. Don't kid yourself."
LOUIS: "I'm offended but alright."

ZAYN: "Offended over what?"

LOUIS: "You thinking I wouldn't be able to compete with you for his affection."

ZAYN: (looks amused, half-scoff half-snort) "You used to be homophobic and you wake up
sweating at night at the thought of a semi-hard dick accidentally touching your thigh. You wouldn't
have been able to compete."

LOUIS: "I'm offended again but at least I'm an ex-homophobe now. Homophobe in rehab."

ZAYN: (shakes his head, faint smile) "Just trust me when I say I go after what I want. Hard. And if
that was him, I'd have fought. It's not him. It's never been him. It will never be him." (under his
breath) "You're safe." (throws the cigarette on the floor, walks away) "Now let me get snot wiped
on my face in peace."

LOUIS: (follows him, blurts) "How was it?"

ZAYN: "What?"

LOUIS: "The do."

ZAYN: "The sex?"

LOUIS: "Yeah, how was the sex?" (flustered, hands in his hoodie pockets) "How was seeing him
like that, naked and stuff?"

ZAYN: "Harry's naked all the time, half the hotel has seen him streak."
LOUIS: "Alright, how was seeing him...enjoying it."

ZAYN: "Awesome."

LOUIS: "Awesome?"

ZAYN: "Yeah, awesome. When I have sex with people I usually want them to feel pleasure and
get pleasure when they do to. He really liked it and that made me feel good about myself. That
detailed enough for you?"

LOUIS: "Is he loud?"

ZAYN: "Apparently not."

LOUIS: (shrugs) "Just wondering..."

ZAYN: "He's...vocal, I guess."

LOUIS: "Did he last long?"

ZAYN: (appalled) "Uh? I'm not a call-girl, Louis. I won't talk dirty to you. Go find out for yourself."
(frowning) "Why are we even having this talk?"

LOUIS: "Because I am eternally fascinated by the concept of a straight guy sleeping with a gay
guy."

ZAYN: (loud, losing his shit dramatically) "Have you never experimented with a banana or I don't
know? Did you not go to college? Niall and Liam both have at least questioned their sexuality."
LOUIS: "Liam's fetish is you." (Zayn shrugs in consensus) "And Niall was in a frat. He had to touch
junk to get in. That's what they do."

ZAYN: (to himself, actual realization) "So that's why Harry was so insistent on joining one...Three
years later I am understanding that fight him and Ed had over this. The more you know."

LOUIS: "How did you manage to get hard for him?"

ZAYN: "Trust me, regardless of your sexuality, if you had him crawled on top of you giving you that
sideways, red-lipped smirk an inch away from your crotch, you'd get there too. Again. Test it for
yourself."

LOUIS: (innocently shocked) "You looked at him while he was...?"

ZAYN: "You seem to think blow jobs given by men are less pleasurable than those given by
women and from what I've heard, Eleanor bites so you shouldn't even have high standards for that
at all."

LOUIS: (cringes) "She does bite. It's painful. But I don't look at her either. It's weird to think about."

ZAYN: "Weird to ask."

LOUIS: "I'm thinking you're bisexual. That has to be it."

ZAYN: "I'm not."

LOUIS: "How do you know?"

ZAYN: "Because I'm not dating Harry. If I was bisexual, I'd be dating Harry. We wouldn't be having
this conversation. Why are we having this conversation? Let me do my job!"
LOUIS: (blinks at him a few times, then to himself) "Okay, bisexual Zayn. I'm going to go eat fries
now."

ZAYN: (groans, rolls his eyes) "Thank you. Don't come again."

LOUIS: (turning around suddenly, smirking) "But did you come though?"

Scene 3

[Harry's Room, Walt Disney Hotel, 12:29am, Instruction Manual: Ass Virgin]

LOUIS: (already in bed, cuddled close to Harry, face to face, lights out, Harry's practically asleep,
Louis is looking at him, one arm on Harry's waist, whispering) "Did you fuck him?"

HARRY: (sleepily) "Who? Shrek?"

LOUIS: (pinches him lightly, Harry snorts) "You know who. The bar-twat."

HARRY: (giggling) "I only spread my buttcheeks for Shrek."

LOUIS: "Harry, be serious. I love Shrek as much as the next guy but-" (Harry cracks up
completely, Louis smiles at him, fingers lightly trailing down Harry's back) "This is serious stuff."

HARRY: "Shrek is serious stuff too."

LOUIS: "Harry."

HARRY: "What?" (opens one eye) "What has you all ruffled and insomniac?"
LOUIS: (pouty) "You evading my question. Did you or did you not?"

HARRY: "What do you think?"

LOUIS: "Stop playing."

HARRY: (smiles) "No. I did not. He was a virgin."

LOUIS: "Oh." (thinks about it) "Like an ass-virgin?"

HARRY: "Yes, he prays to Shrek every night-"

LOUIS: "Harry." (adorably whiny) "Be serious." (Harry puts on a mock serious expression) "Did he
touch your dick?"

HARRY: "Why do you care?"

LOUIS: "So yes."

HARRY: (half shrug, cheeky grin) "A bit."

LOUIS: (purses his lips) "How?"

HARRY: "How what?"

LOUIS: "How did he touch her?"

HARRY: (balances his head on one hand) "With great finesse and affection. He gave her hugs
and kisses. Are we done now?"

LOUIS: "Yes because you're not being serious." (slumps in bed, crosses his arms) "Don't tell me
then."

HARRY: "Why do you wanna know?"

LOUIS: "Why don't you wanna tell me?"

HARRY: "Because...because it's weird, is it not? Isn't it weird to hear?" (Louis shrugs) "No? You
wanna know?"

LOUIS: "I asked, didn't I?"

HARRY: (taken aback) "Alright then. Okay. Whatever you want." (Louis is patiently waiting, looking
at him) "He gave me a blow job, with his mouth, that's how those work, like straight blow-jobs. The
end."

LOUIS: (gulps) "Did you...reciprocate?"

HARRY: "No." (Louis = pleased) "No time." (Louis = not that pleased) "It was sort of out-of-the-
blue."

LOUIS: "Will you?"

HARRY: (uncomfortable) "Uh, haven't put it down on my agenda." (hopeful) "Do you care if I do or
don't?"

LOUIS: "What else?" (clarifies) "Did you do."

HARRY: "Nothing else. We kissed?"

LOUIS: (smile slapped off his face at that) "No."

HARRY: "A lot of kissing actually. That's all I wanted to do."

LOUIS: (snipped) "Why?"

HARRY: "Because." (mini shrug) "Because kissing is nice." (looks into Louis' eyes) "It's soft and
intense, and intimate and foreign and...and..." (eyes fall to Louis' lips, voice quiet, close) "And
everything."

LOUIS: "You weren't supposed to kiss him."

HARRY: "Why?"

LOUIS: "Because." (frowning, staring at Harry's collarbone, not his confused eyes) "Because
kissing is special and you wasted it on someone unspecial. He's not special. Not good enough for
your kisses."

HARRY: (sad smile) "I suppose you're right. I give my kisses out too quickly." (joking) "I'm loose.
My morals have plummeted ever since I met you."

LOUIS: (not paying attention, too busy staring at Harry's lips) "How did you kiss him?"

HARRY: "With my lips."

LOUIS: (bold) "Do you ever feel like kissing me?"

HARRY: (breath catches in surprise and fear) "Uh what?"

LOUIS: "It's okay. We're in the dark, right?" (eyes him) "We can say stuff like this...right?"

HARRY: (breathy, unconvinced) "Right..."

LOUIS: "So?"

HARRY: (softly) "I feel like kissing you all the time."

LOUIS: "Why don't you?"

HARRY: (nervous chuckle that sounds like a squeak) "Because you said you'd punch me in the
nose if I even tried." (biting his lip seductively) "Wouldn't you?"

LOUIS: (grins) "Most likely."

HARRY: (aroused) "You're teasing me."

LOUIS: (shrugs) "I like seeing you surprised. When I just met you, before this..." (lightly touches
one of Harry's curls, pushes it behind his ear, lets his palm rest against Harry's cheek, Harry
smiles widely) "The dimples."

HARRY: "The dimples...?"

LOUIS: "Before I knew how...how utterly fucked up you were and how utterly fucked I was letting
myself let you in..." (Harry eyes and lips are glistening) "You use to surprise me so much."

HARRY: (husky) "With my filthy mouth."

LOUIS: "With your filthy mind." (Harry smirks and Louis reciprocates it briefly before becoming
serious again) "With your intelligence, compassion, innocence, everything. You were my Kinder
Egg."

HARRY: "Let's hope no one chokes on me and dies." (Louis sighs but a smile creeps in his face)
"Then I'll be illegal."

LOUIS: "Your stupidity should be illegal." (mock whisper) "Hint: stop ruining my speeches. They're
beautiful, like me."

HARRY: (also whispering) "Oh. Sorry. Continue."

LOUIS: (coughs) "And now, now that you're getting to know me...well, I wanna surprise you too."

HARRY: (grabs Louis' hand that's on his face, kisses it) "You surprise me all the time, bub."

LOUIS: (bites his bottom lip to restrain himself) "Impress you then."

HARRY: (shakes his head) "All the time." (Louis' whole face has melted into an endeared smile)
"Also, can I say a joke that I should have said a couple of sentences ago but I didn't think of it
soon enough. It's very funny."

LOUIS: (unsure) "...Sure."

HARRY: "My dick is like a Kinder Egg."

LOUIS: (annoyed) "I am going to knee you in your Kinder Egg-"

HARRY: "But wait..." (bouncing in excitement) "Wait. The punchline is important."

LOUIS: "Lemme guess, you can choke on both?"

HARRY: (proudly grinning) "Because I have a big dick." (laughs at his own joke, in glee) "Dick
jokes." (notices Louis is frowning deeply) "No?"

LOUIS: "Are you quite finished?"

HARRY: "Telling jokes?"

LOUIS: "Making me completely fall for your dumb, unfunny face. It's embarrassing."

***

BROMANCE AWARDS: Confessions made it through the qualifying round! Yay. That was all
thanks to your support. You showed the fuck up and shattered those votes--slayed them like David
and Goliath. I am so proud. Proud father (no, not daddy, hush, you naughties). I'll keep you
updated on when the next round comes. Leggo.

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: what is the best aspect of Larry Stylinson as displayed in this
book? What makes their relationship special? What makes you say "aww"?

=================

99. In

A/N: Writing this chapter took ages mostly because I had to delete five other versions to get to
this. I simply wasn't sure what the story needed and taking the break helped because when I read
it all back, it hit. Louis and Harry came to me and said, this is what you need to do now hurry up
and get it done.
PEACOCK'S BLUE: To those of you who gave my original novel a shot and got a glimpse of it,
thank you kindly first of all. Second of all, it is simply unpublished and put on hold until I finish this.
It will come back so don't fret.

MOOD: "Drag Me Down" by One Direction

***

Chapter 99: In

LOUIS: "Are you quite finished?"

HARRY: "Telling jokes?"

LOUIS: "Making me completely fall for your dumb, unfunny face. It's embarrassing."

HARRY: (smiles) "I fell for yours so long ago I don't know anything other than pining..." (notices
Louis' smile dropping off his face, Harry's fades too) "I'm sorry. That was too far. I crossed the
line."

LOUIS: (sits up immediately on the bed, to himself) "Oh fuck..."

HARRY: (also sitting up) "What?" (worried) "I said I'm sorry. It slipped out. I'm cheesy, remember?
I say cheesy stuff all the time."

LOUIS: "Do you mean them?"

HARRY:(small) "Ye-yeah..." (cringes in himself) "A little?"

LOUIS: "Oh shit-lord."

HARRY: (pouting) "Lou..."

LOUIS: (palms on his face) "Oh no, no, no."

HARRY: (trying to detach Louis' hands to look at him) "What happened? Was I bad again?"
(pleading) "I'm sorry."

LOUIS: (lets Harry pulls his hands off, super serious) "Don't you see what's happening?"

HARRY: (immediately) "No."

LOUIS: "No? You really don't see?"

HARRY: "I don't see anything—we're in the dark, you said we could...say stuff like that?"

LOUIS: "We can but..."

HARRY: "I'm sorry."

LOUIS: "Don't be. That's not it. It's not about the dark. You're not understanding."

HARRY: "Explain it to me."

LOUIS: (opens his mouth, chokes, closes it) "Shit, Hazza. They're right."

HARRY: (confused) "Who is? I can stop. Right now. I stopped."

LOUIS: "It's not that. You're not listening—it's the opposite."

HARRY: (panicked) "I don't wanna fight again, please. We've been fighting so much lately and I'm
so, so tired and I'll do anything to keep it nice like this. Please."

LOUIS: (thoughtful) "We have been fighting a lot." (Harry nods, Louis sighs) "And I've started
about eighty percent, haven't I?"

HARRY: (humorless snort) "I started a few myself. Don't take all the credit."

LOUIS: "But I started most."

HARRY: "Because I did most the bad things."

LOUIS: "They weren't bad things. Most of the time..." (looking sideways at their unpacked
suitcases from the trip) "You were jealous. And I was jealous." (back to Harry) "And don't you see
what I mean?"

HARRY: (closes his eyes tight) "Please don't say we're hurting each other and that we should
stop." (lower, brokenly) "Please don't make me date other people again. I'm so bad at it and I
humiliate myself..." (whispered) "You have no idea how much. It's hard...it's hard to pretend, feels
awful."

LOUIS: (softens) "Make you? I wasn't...I didn't—Harry, I would never make you do anything, that
wasn't the plan—I thought you wanted to, you said you wanted to get laid and I thought you'd be
happy—I wanted you to be happy. I wasn't making you."

HARRY: "I know..." (silence) "I know you weren't, Lou."

LOUIS: (sad) "I didn't know you felt like that."

HARRY: "I didn't either. I thought it'd help. It'd be good for me, sleeping with others. It'd make me
forget, fill that hole. At first it was Ed and then—then I did that stupid thing with Beau but..."
(exhales) "Truth to be told, I'd rather be alone, Lou, I get it now and I'd rather be alone than fake it
and drag someone else with me."

LOUIS: "I never wanted this to be something that hurt you..." (snorts) "Ironic, huh? What a piece of
bull, an excuse, something they say in those cliche movies to make themselves feel better—"
(mocking himself) "I didn't know, I wanted your best." (snappy) "Well, it's not true. For anyone. We
all know. I knew. I knew it would hurt you. I knew—I had to know. You told me enough for me to
realize pushing you towards other people was hurting you and I chose to ignore it."

HARRY: "It was more complicated than that. We both got confused. But we won't do it again.
That's done. No more and now we can be good again. Let's go back to the joking. I don't wanna
do this. I'm so tired of doing this."

LOUIS: (confessing) "I am too. Exhausted."

HARRY: "So please let's just go back to the beginning. You'll be snappy and I'll be naive and we'll
both be happy. Let's go back to when I never thought I had a shot and you could never imagine I
wanted one in the first place."

LOUIS: "I wasn't happy then...with that."

HARRY: "You were happier than this. Ever since I brought you home for that stupid wedding, I've
done nothing but make you cry. You never cried before—"

LOUIS: (mumbled) "I did, just...alone."

HARRY: (pained) "What happened to us?"

LOUIS: "I started liking you..."

HARRY: (off guard) "What?"

LOUIS: "I started liking you a lot. I told you I'd like you in a bad way and I did. I tried not to but
couldn't stop."

HARRY: (lost) "You--me--what?"

LOUIS: "It became real for me, don't you see?"

HARRY: "See what? What are you saying?"

LOUIS: "I'm saying that's what happened. I ruined it. I dropped my guard—that day when we
turned off the light for the first time and I told you my biggest insecurity—I told you how I didn't
deserve to be born, that my mom looked at me like I was the reason she had no future—like I took
that from her." (stops to catch his breath) "That day, when you held me together and said stuff that
made it make sense, it got real for me. And I couldn't handle it. I..." (taking a deep breath) "I saw
something that I couldn't pretend I didn't crave. So everything beyond that became about making
sure I never came to terms with the truth."

HARRY: "What truth?"

LOUIS: "I need you. I like needing you. I want to need you. Makes me feel human, fixable, like I
have a shot at being happy. Needing you makes me happy."

HARRY: "That's fine, all those are fine. I need you back. We need each other."

LOUIS: "It's more than that."

HARRY: (wary) "I'm not sure if we should be doing this. It'll end up like before... I don't want to
force you—"
LOUIS: "I'm not sure either because..." (whispered) "I'm terrified right now. And you could ruin me
with all this information. I'm giving you too much, almost everything, you could end this for me..."

HARRY: "I would never."

LOUIS: "It's okay if you do. You're the reason it hasn't ended so if you want to end me, do it, you
have my permission."

HARRY: "Louis, where are you going with this?"

LOUIS: (shakes his head furiously) "You just said that you have fallen for me...And I knew that,
trust me, I knew you had feelings and that you'd gotten...attached. We've talked about it. I thought
it's best for you if we pretend that I don't see it because it would never work with someone like me.
That was my decision but looking back, looking at it from now, looking at you..." (wiping at the few
tears on his face) "It's so stupid."

HARRY: "What is?"

LOUIS: "This entire thing. Me killing myself pretending that I don't believe you when you say that
while knowing that I feel like the exact same way—It's stupid. I'm stupid."

HARRY: "You're scared..."

LOUIS: "What's wrong with me?"

HARRY: "Nothing." (worried) "Don't push yourself."

LOUIS: (exploding) "I love you; you love me—what are we doing crying every night? Where is the
problem here? What the flying fuck are we doing?"

HARRY: "Trying to not get hurt again because we've both gotten completely shattered in the past
and that's all we are, two broken people, trying to keep it together long enough, trying to save
each other when we can't save ourselves."

LOUIS: (looks down at the sheets) "That's what I told myself, you know? Exactly that. When we
first started talking, I told myself—vowed that I'd make it my purpose in life to save you because if I
saved you maybe you'd save me back. If I put all of my energy into helping you get better..."

HARRY: (touched) "You did. I'd never be here without you."

LOUIS: (ignores him) "I lost faith after our first fight, I stopped believing I'd ever become better but
it didn't matter because you were still there and that's all I needed. I hated every part of myself,
had done nothing right in my life, had no one, no need to continue, absolute rock bottom, they all
hated me, Niall, Eleanor, Zayn, everyone..." (sniffles) "But it didn't matter because I'd made my life
about you at that point and I'd save you. I'd make you smile every day and teach you to open up
and help you get over Ed. Until I saved you I had a reason to live."

HARRY: (trying to keep himself from sobbing) "You still do, I'm not there yet—please, I'm not there
yet, don't talk like you're going to leave me." (full on sobbing) "Give me a chance—what about my
chance? I wanna save you now."

LOUIS: "I've reached my limit. All this pain I suffered doing this with you, hiding how badly I—I
wanted to stop fighting it, to let go completely and just be—the pain of not having you has finally
become bigger than the pain of what I went through. I'd rather risk living through the terror of what
happened happening again than sit here watching the only person I've ever loved in this world
walk away."

HARRY: "...oh my god..."

LOUIS: "The reason I used to cut was to remind myself to never want that again, how wrong it
was, but a few nights ago..." (finally breaking, puts his hand on his mouth, catches his breath) "As
I was doing it...All I could think about was how badly I wanted you to kiss me there—like you said
you would and tell me I'm better than this, that you'd love me despite it and that was enough
because I'd believe you—"
HARRY: (shell-shocked) "Louis, I do, I already do..."

LOUIS: "I wanted that so bad and I wasn't cutting because I did, I was doing it because I didn't
have it yet, maybe I'd lost it forever, because I let it go. It hurt so bad to think that and I...I can't
keep pretending that the fear is bigger than this, what we have, what we should have, what I want
us to have. It's added up for me and maybe that's not the case for you—maybe losing Ed will
never compare to this—"

HARRY: "It will never compare because I lost Ed knowing he'd be okay—I almost lose you every
day you risk your life because of me. Drinking and passing out and hurting yourself and whatever
the hell I've done to you until now." (guilty, admitting it) "I made him be you—I made him act like
you, the one-night-stand, a random stranger, a kid—I thought of him as you and used him like a
blow-up doll, how messed up is that? To need someone that bad—to latch onto something as
idiotic as a smell because it helps you fell less incomplete." (curses under his breath, starts
again) "Losing Ed tore me apart but the thought of never having you has me psychotic. Imagine
what it'd be like losing you. I don't want to think about it because I don't think I'd be able to think if
that were the case..."

LOUIS: (touching Harry's cheek, bringing him close for a hug, mumbling against his shoulder)
"We're dating, aren't we? Me. You. This. It happened, didn't it? It happened a while ago and that's
why we've been fighting because we think it's cheating when it's not... We think it's something that
we talked about but it's not."

HARRY: (helping Louis on his lap, his legs around Harry's waist, hugging him, rubbing his back) "I
told you, that day. I told you—"

LOUIS: "You told me you liked me, you moron. You didn't tell me we were already a thing."

HARRY: "We're not?"

LOUIS: (pulls away to look at him, still on Harry's lap) "We are. I can glue my eyes shut, lock
myself in a room with no windows, be in the dark forever and it'll still be true. I rely on you like
that...I—" (voice shaking in emotion) "I care for you like that."
HARRY: "That doesn't mean..."

LOUIS: "Look, I don't know what a relationship is because I never allowed myself one and that's
how I've hid for so long because I can pretend that what we're doing here—joking about flirting
with each other, acting like we don't accidentally touch each other's dicks when we cuddle half-
asleep—" (Harry flushes bright red) "I could lie to myself, name it something else. But by other
people's standards, this is dating. This is that—that thing they all want, where two people are
happy together and long for each other and miss each other —and it's clearly that, whatever you
wanna call it."

HARRY: "A relationship?"(teasing) "So what? Bro-pals can't be matey with each other?"

LOUIS: (cringing) "Is that how I've sounded all this time?"

HARRY: "Yeah...but it doesn't matter because I don't care about their standards. This is whatever
you want it to be, love. I promised you I wouldn't force you to admit anything you weren't ready.
And if you need this to be something of a different name, it can be. If you want to call this
bromance, friendship, best friends, bro-dudes, whatever you want, that's fine with me. It doesn't
change a thing."

LOUIS: "I need this to be mine." (laughing at himself, smacking his forehead several times) "There
it is—there it freaking is, that last stupid thing, that—ugh. Liam's gonna love this. I can't believe..."

HARRY: "What thing?"

LOUIS: "Exclusivity. The most relationshippy thing in a relationship. I want you to myself. We fight
because I don't have you and having you means confronting the fact that the need exists so I
break down like an idiot and whine about you not being there and when you're there I act like I
don't expect you to be there and shoo, go have fun Harry, go do everything I hate, I'm so proud
and then you leave and goddammit, how dare you do things without me—" (catches his breath)
"It's frustrating. I really suck don't I?"

HARRY: "Yup." (pulling him closer, nose to nose) "I can stop. Without the title, I can stop. I don't
have to. I can promise you if that's what you want, I can give that to you. I'd be happy to."
LOUIS: "I want the title because I'm royalty and therefore I need a title."

HARRY: (breath hitches, laughs it off) "What title then?"

LOUIS: (groans) "Harry, we're dating—this is dating—we are dating. We are in a dating-
ship—goddamn, how long have we been dating for? Maybe months, does Liam know? Does El
know? Zayn—Zayn definitely knows and Ed—that turnip slept with my man then—It's fine I'm
generous for Ed, he's allowed to break rules—"

HARRY: (interjected) "That's not gonna work for me surprisingly..."

LOUIS: "What?"

HARRY: "Sharing stuff with my ex, especially you, sharing you with my ex—no, that would
probably kill me. I'll have to veto that. I'm open to Zayn—?"

LOUIS: "Vetoed."

HARRY: "Luke?"

LOUIS: "I'm not into incest."

HARRY: "Liam?"

LOUIS: (thinks on it) "Liam. Liam's cool."

HARRY: (smile spreading, eyes lidding) "I'm gonna say it so brace yourself. You have three
seconds to flee before I never let you leave my arms again. One..."
LOUIS: (staring at Harry's lips, caught up) "Say what?"

HARRY: "Two..." (closes his eyes, leans in further, lips an inch away, whispers it) "I'm in love with
you." (Louis flutters his eyes shut as well, holding his breath, frozen, hands grabbing Harry's shirt)
"You're the last one for me. You're it. And I'm in love with you--"

LOUIS: (blurts) "I don't know how to kiss people."

HARRY: (cracks an eye open) "What?"

LOUIS: "Are we going to kiss?"

HARRY: "Uh...?"

LOUIS: (blushing, rambling, full panic) "It looked like we were gonna kiss and I just said I don't
know how to do that because I don't do that often and this means a lot to me so I don't wanna
screw it up with bad kissing but right now I literally cannot think of anything I'm supposed to do,
like I don't think I can feel my mouth..." (shaking, licking his lips, changing his mind, wiping them at
the back of his hand, licking them again) "Do I touch your face or how are we gonna go about this
because it needs to be well-coordinated and—"

HARRY: (shuts him up with a kiss, arms around Louis' waist, hands on Louis' back, smiling
against his lips for a few seconds, pulls away) "There. Done."

LOUIS: "No! You ruined it. Let's pretend that never hap—" (Harry kisses him again, pulls back
smirking) "Stop doing that—" (another kiss) "Harry, do it properly—you're making me angry now."

HARRY: "I already did it. That's it. I have a rule where I don't give more than three kisses a nigh—"
(Louis grabs Harry's face, with both hands, pulls him into a deeper kiss, they both moan lightly,
Louis' fingers carefully move to Harry's neck, shaking against Harry's pulse, as they keep kissing,
Harry chuckles against his lips, pushes him away) "I wasn't finished talking—"
LOUIS: (rolls his eyes, pushes him on the bed, plants another kiss on his mouth, slowly easing up,
becoming more comfortable, smiling himself each time he pulls away, Harry's lip still in between
his teeth) "How long does this last usually?" (another kiss) "Forever?" (kisses Harry's jaw) "K. If I
have to." (kisses him again, sliding their lips together, pulls back, whispering) "When are we
opening our mouths?"

HARRY: (bursts out laughing, Louis blushes) "You're making this way harder than it needs to be.
Just feel it, go with the flow..." (kisses him open-mouthed, licks Louis' bottom lip, Louis keeps his
mouth shut, his lips tight, Harry pulls back sighing) "That was a cue for we were kissing with open
mouths, you beautiful idiot."

LOUIS: "Ah."

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A/N: I gotta admit I got a little teary-eyed writing this because it was such a huge moment for both
of them. Hopefully it disappoint anyone and people aren't saying, what, a hundred chapters for this
weak shit? The story isn't over by any means. Relationships are complicated and Larry still have a
lot to figure out.

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: What finally snapped in Louis? Why? What become clear to
him?

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100. Insight

A/N: 100 hundred chapters. The old one only had 90 so this is the first time this fic has reached
triple digits and wow, it's all thanks to you guys. Without your dedication, I would have given up on
this ten chapters in when I thought it was a random idea. Thank you to anyone who loves my
Harry and Louis and believes in their love.
BIRTHDAY BABY: A bit delayed but she already knows who this is for. Happy belated
birthday, Ruthfreckles! Thank you for all the words of encouragement and helpful comments.
When you get around to reading this chapter, I hope it doesn't disappoint. Happy chapter for a
happy, happy girl. Love you!

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Chapter 100: Insight

LOUIS: (laying in bed, facing each other) "I know you're awake... (hand softly going through
Harry's curls) "You can stop pretending now. You suck at acting."

HARRY: (smiles but eyes stay closed) "Mhmm, 've been up for a while. How d'you guess?"

LOUIS: "You breathe slowly when you're asleep and right now you're pretty much panting like a
husky."

HARRY: (smile gets bigger) "No..." (quiet in a calm way) "Just excited that's all."

LOUIS: "Excited, right..."

HARRY: "Not like that." (pause) "Okay, also like that but not because of that. That's just there."

LOUIS: (snorts) "It's there alright." (Harry grins) "Doesn't it hurt to be that hard?"

HARRY: (one shoulder shrug) "Semi. 'm used to it with you around."

LOUIS: (flirtatious) "Yeah? I get you this excited?"

HARRY: "I'm emotionally excited. You make me very excited—in an emotional way. And other
ways. Every which of ways."

LOUIS: (fingers trailing down Harry's face, following the outline of his jaw, stopping briefly at his
dimple) "How long have you been excited about me, aka awake and purring?"

HARRY: "I don't think I slept at all. You kissed me and expected me to fall asleep? I was way too
happy for things like sleep." (moves his arm on Louis' body, pulls him closer) "It's okay, I cuddled
you all night..." (nuzzling his face in Louis's chest, kissing his collarbone, fond) "Precious cupcake,
all mine."

LOUIS: (amused) "Why didn't you tell me? I had about zero hours of sleep as well. We could have
done stuff."

HARRY: (humming against Louis' skin, placing soft kisses everywhere) "Like what?"

LOUIS: "Like watched movies."

HARRY: "What else?"

LOUIS: (knowingly) "Watched more movies? I don't know, what else could we have done?" (Harry
kisses on top of a nipple, Louis shudders reflexively, cursing) "Sh—shit."

HARRY: (smiling, slowly opening his mouth) "That's all?" (licking the nipple, Louis is holding his
breath, Harry gives it a quick kiss before moving his head back on the pillow, closing his eyes)
"Good thing I didn't tell you then. Besides, didn't wanna be awake yet." (sighs contentedly) "I liked
this too much."

LOUIS: (cups Harry's face, thumb touching his cheek) "I think I've touched every part of your face
by now." (tapping Harry's pink spots) "Every disgusting, non-perfect part twice."

HARRY: (chuckles) "Cute." (more self-conscious, touching the pimples himself) "I'm breaking out
bad, aren't I?"
LOUIS: "Probably the food we're eating. We should cook more often. McDo less often." (Harry
pouts, Louis pokes at his lips) "Don't be like that. Fries will make you fluffy-puffy."

HARRY: "Fluffy-puffy... how did I ever find you intimidating? How did I ever think you were a bad
boy?"

LOUIS: (blushes, curls into Harry so Harry holds him tighter) "I am a bad boy. I'm the baddest.
Everyone's afraid of me. I can destroy people. I'm so bad, newbies run in fear as soon as I open
my mouth." (Harry laughs but nods in agreement) "Just..." (whispered) "Soft with you." (even
quieter, cheeks red) "Because I'm your baby."

HARRY: (pulls him on top so Louis is laying idly on Harry's chest, Harry's arms around him) "Yes,
you are. You can be soft with me." (rubbing their noses together) "No one will ever know."

LOUIS: (raises his head, starts poking Harry in the cheek) "You're bad for my reputation."

HARRY: "You probably need to shave if you want my skin to get better."(grinning) "Rubbing faces
with someone who has a beard makes it worse." (Louis blushes automatically) "No more beards
for you it seems."

LOUIS: "I don't care." (touches one of the spots) "The rest of us, mortals, have flaws and you
should too. It's only fair." (leans closer so their noses are touching again, sarcastic) "Naturally all
this pimple talk got me in the mood."

HARRY: (laughs) "Right. I'm vile. We've already established that. What's with all the petting?
Payback for the eyebrow fixing?"

LOUIS: "Not quite..." (staring at Harry intently while Harry has yet to open his eyes throughout the
whole conversation) "I just felt like I could...I had permission. Catching up on lost time."

HARRY: "You can..." (lower) "You definitely can. Feel free to never stop."
LOUIS: (leans in, their faces lined up, eyes half-lidded, whispers) "Feel free to open your eyes."

HARRY: (lowers his voice as well) "Not yet."

LOUIS: "Why?"

HARRY: "Too scared."

LOUIS: "Of what?"

HARRY: "Monsters."

LOUIS: (rolls his eyes) "Of what?"

HARRY: "Of not being in the dark anymore..." (bites his lip, confessing) "Scared I'll wake up and
get punched in the face for not knowing last night was a dream."

LOUIS: (to himself mostly) "I should have done that. I should have so done that. Pretended that
never happened and then acted all shocked—that'd have been hilarious!"

HARRY: "Hilariously lethal. Do you want me dead?"

LOUIS: "Would it have killed you? I'd have said 'joke' right after, like when I didn't get fired. You
were only sad for a bit. Or when I almost died in a fire but then I didn't. You get ten times more
happy when you're sad first. I should have jumped out the window—well, pretended, then ha, I'm
still alive."

HARRY: "Too far. Way too far."

LOUIS: "Sorry. But the first would have been fine. Having you think you dreamt it all."

HARRY: "I'd have probably been like, eh. You have no idea how many times I've woken up ready
to blurt, 'I need you inside me' only to remember that friends don't do that."

LOUIS: (stunned before shaking himself out of it) "Open your eyes." (hand moves to Harry's neck,
fingers playing with the locks stuck to it from sweat) "I wanna see the green so I believe you
better. You never lie with your eyes."

HARRY: (slowly opens his eyes, blinks a few times before noticing how close Louis is and smiling
warmly) "Good morning, beautiful."

LOUIS: (breathy) "Good morning."

HARRY: "I had the most wonderful dream last night. You'd never guess."

LOUIS: "That so?" (Harry nods, looking at Louis' lips, Louis licks them on purpose, Harry bites his
own bottom one in anticipation) "What was it about?"

HARRY: "A prince." (brings his hand to touch Louis' cheek, caresses it with the back of his fingers)
"A brave, brave prince who finally slayed his biggest dragon." (whispered longingly) "And a happy
ever after."

LOUIS: (runs his thumb across on Harry's bottom lip, still swollen from their kisses) "It's not a
happy ever after without a proper kiss."

HARRY: (fond) "You and your proper kisses." (teasing) "Mine not good enough for you, princess?"

LOUIS: "I...I don't um..." (flushing) "I don't recall—maybe you should uh..." (gulps) "Huh, this is
harder...with you like this, your eyes, you looking at me..." (volume lowering as he prepares
himself for Harry to kiss him but Harry stalls) "Um...are you...?"
HARRY: (almost touching lips) "Am I...?"

LOUIS: "It's—it's...you're making it hard."

HARRY: (smirks, still not moving to kiss him) "It?"

LOUIS: (blushes, moves his head to burrow it in between the pillow and Harry's neck) "You're
teasing me so bad right now."

HARRY: (running his fingers down Louis' naked back, following the strong lines of his muscles)
"You're gorgeous."

LOUIS: (mumbled from the pillow) "Don't do that."

HARRY: "What?"

LOUIS: "Don't compliment me, makes it worse. I'm having trouble coming up with words as it is.
It's very embarrassing." (Harry keeps caressing him, goosebumps appear on Louis' skin but he
relaxes, rocking slightly on top of Harry's body, bare chests flush against each other) "I'm good at
flirting. I'm very smooth, very funny, super charismatic, womanizer really, I invented flirting, I can
flirt with anyone, I can flirt well, you should know—"

HARRY: (teasing) "You don't need to sell yourself..." (kisses Louis' shoulder) "I'm sold. Plus..."
(toying with the back of Louis' boxer waistband, fingers lingering near it) "You taught me how to
flirt so I know how good you are."

LOUIS: (breath hitches, barely audible) "High expectations, huh?"

HARRY: "Yup. Very high indeed."

LOUIS: (wriggling slightly in anticipation) "You can if you want..." (embarrassed) "Like
touch...there." (urgently) "On top. Go on top and...slow and stuff."

HARRY: (doesn't touch Louis' ass, instead drags his palm up to rest against Louis' back) "We joke
and tease but we're not doing anything that stresses you out. I mean, hell Louis, yesterday I'd juice
my pants just thinking I could do this and now, you're on top and we're both hot and very lined up."
(jerking forward a little to emphasize how close their crotches are, both hard, both rubbing against
each other slow enough to pretend not to notice) "Way too fast."

LOUIS: (mildly disappointed, surprising himself) "I mean, is it?"

HARRY: "Huh?"

LOUIS: "We've known each other for a bit, I'm saying."

HARRY: "But you've not known this side of yourself for a day yet. You want to give it a fair shot,
not force something too early so that you convince yourself you made a mistake."

LOUIS: "I am very good at sabotaging things I love."

HARRY: (smiles) "I won't let you this time. We'll do it right."

LOUIS: "Yeah, that's fine. Yeah... I was saying that...I think you should try again. To convince me."

HARRY: "Of?"

LOUIS: "Of how proper your kisses are, I don't remember how proper they are but I'm open to re-
testing that and you convincing me—shit, that sounded different in my mind, I'm not used to asking
for kisses so I'm still new at this." (cups Harry's face, leans in, eyes closed, stops before kissing
him) "That meant I wanted a kiss, I don't know if you got that. I think you should kiss me."
HARRY: (pecks Louis' lips) "Usually you don't need to ask at all."

LOUIS: "Eleanor did so I don't know what the protocol is—" (getting frustrated with himself) "What
I'm getting into here. I'm obviously out of my depth and trying really hard to get used to our new
dynamic."

HARRY: (shushes him gently) "Hey, no sabotaging, remember? Nothing has changed. No new
dynamic. You don't need to worry."

LOUIS: "Well, there is something new—this isn't the same, we're not doing the same stuff." (slides
off Harry, sits up on the bed next to him, pulls his knees close, grumbles) "I hate this."

HARRY: (winces) "That was quick."

LOUIS: "No, I just. I want you to kiss me, okay? I really liked that and I want us to keep doing it.
Like now or later and I don't want us to go back to our old dynamic because that didn't involve the
kissing." (getting redder) "Which I liked yesterday. Which I wanna do like now—if you want. If—if
that's cool with you. We could kiss—why are you making me say this? You said I don't need to ask
so..." (puts his head in his hands) "I'm bad at this."

HARRY: (sits up, spreads his legs and pulls Louis between them, Louis' back against Harry's
chest, Harry's chin on Louis' head) "I have a plan." (Louis crosses his arms on his chest) "Wanna
hear it?"

LOUIS: "It'll suck but sure. Tell me."

HARRY: (rocking them sideways) "When we're inside, together, like this, I'll assume you wanna be
kissed all the time unless told otherwise—" (nuzzles Louis' neck, plants wet, loud kisses all over,
Louis squirms) "All the time, everywhere, kiss tiny Louis or he'll get mad. Is that right, baby
hedgehog?" (kisses Louis' cheek) "Kiss his cheeks." (another kiss on Louis' other cheek) "And his
gorgeous cheekbones." (kisses Louis' shoulder, trails his hand down Louis' arm to grasp Louis'
hand, brings it to his lips to kiss) "Kiss his dirty hands which he puts down his pants all the time."
LOUIS: (mumbled) "I have itchy balls, okay? Give me a break. We're home, I have the right to
scratch my balls once in a while."

HARRY: "Yum. I could kiss those too."

LOUIS: (shakes his hand free to smack Harry's thigh, Harry laughs, Louis' cheeks tint pink as he
says) "Later."

HARRY: "I'll shower you with love because trust me, if our only relationship problem is you not
wanting to ask about kisses, it's already solved." (hugs him tightly, lips against his neck, lovingly
whispers against it) "I'm addicted already."

LOUIS: (trying to disguise his smile) "You're such an idiot...It's hard not to hate you. I try very hard.
Takes effort really." (pushing Harry's face away, leans back to look at him) "And outside?"

HARRY: "What about it?"

LOUIS: "You said when we're inside, you would. And outside?"

HARRY: (hesitates, careful) "Outside you decide."

LOUIS: (looks down) "I wouldn't leave it up to me."

HARRY: "Why not? It is up to you."

LOUIS: "Because I'll never make a decision that way. Better to just...I don't know..." (half-guilty)
"Force me into it a couple of times until I get used to it, until I see that nothing will happen."

HARRY: (frowning) "Uh no."

LOUIS: (shrugs) "I don't want this to be just here. That's not fair to you."

HARRY: "Don't think about what's fair to me. Think about yourself first. Is that fair to you? That
something you like and makes you smile like this, makes you so happy, should be kept hidden
because other people get inconvenienced? Is that fair?"

LOUIS: "No, but it's...how it is."

HARRY: "Doesn't have to be." (before Louis can look away, grabs his face, holds him there) "But it
can. If this is all you're comfortable with then that's it. That's a choice you're perfectly allowed to
make."

LOUIS: "That's not a real relationship."

HARRY: "Who said so?" (Louis shrugs) "Who gets to decide what's real for us?"

LOUIS: "I want a boyfriend."

HARRY: "And I am your boyfriend."

LOUIS: "Everywhere. I want a boyfriend in public. You can't be my house boyfriend. That's
stupid—that's not fair!"

HARRY: "I know that it's hard to stay on this jumping board longer, especially when you see the
pool right there, especially when we're both bathed in sweat and exhausted and sunburnt and
starved for this. We've been waiting so long and the thought of waiting longer, yeah, it sucks. It's
not a nice one. But we can't just pretend that the struggle wasn't there."

LOUIS: "I can't you mean. I can't be a normal boyfriend because despite wanting to I'll probably
have another freakout. You've already predicted that and you're probably right."
HARRY: "I don't want this transition to be jarring for you. You said we were dating and maybe in a
way we were but this obviously is a big deal for you, bigger than some other people who jump in
and out of relationships like they're changing socks. Let's take it slow."

LOUIS: (sighs but is clearly relieved to hear that) "Does slow entail you still not kissing me?"

HARRY: "There's a reason I'm not if you haven't figured that out yet."

LOUIS: "What?"

HARRY: (trying and failing to keep a serious face, looks idiotically adorable) "We're breaking up,
Louis."

LOUIS: (rolls his eyes) "Right. Funny."

HARRY: "Ha, I got you!"

LOUIS: "You never did. You also have to keep it up for longer, dumbass."

HARRY: "I didn't want you to think about it and decide it's best that way."

LOUIS: "What's the reason?"

HARRY: "I have yet to brush my teeth. Unlike you who woke up early, slithered out like a snake,
freshened up and came back to be Sleeping Beauty, I have yet to be kiss-ready."

LOUIS: "You could have said that instead of stalling." (makes a show of fixing his boxers) "I got
blue balls waiting."
HARRY: (laughs, moves out of bed) "Can't wait to be able to fix that." (stretches) "Boy, am I
running on coffee today because who needs sleep. Starbucks? We need to celebrate. Eight dollar
coffee sounds like celebrating to me."

LOUIS: (hasn't moved from the bed, is fidgeting with the covers) "You should give them a hint."

HARRY: "Who?"

LOUIS: "You know, the gang, Lee, Nialler, them, all of them. You should give them a hint."

HARRY: "Of..." (Louis cocks his head sideways expectantly) "Oh, oh, this? I should hint at
this—that this has happened?"

LOUIS: "Yeah. Like don't tell them yet but...give them a hint so then they ask me and I tell them."

HARRY: "What kind of hint? Riddles, puzzles, clues?"

LOUIS: (blinks) "Right." (openly scratching his neck) "What kind, hmm, let's think, what kind of
sign can lead people to believe someone got some the night before, lets throw some ideas out."

HARRY: (absolutely oblivious) "Um, okay, well, hmm... I already said all of mine. I could...tell
them."

LOUIS: "No, too direct. More like..."(cocking his head further to better reveal his neck) "Something
that speaks for itself."

HARRY: "You could wear my clothes?"

LOUIS: "I already do that—which, now I understand would send a message, goddamn, was no
one going to tell me you were showing me off like a mini pony?"
HARRY: (cracks a grin) "Mini pony, yes, I'm gonna ride you like—" (Louis gives him a look) "Like
the tiny horse that you are, very gently and with much grace so I don't hurt your delicate little
back."

LOUIS: (shaking the image out of this head) "What other things perhaps?"

HARRY: "We could hold hands?"

LOUIS: "That would literally be telling them—disturbing since we also do that at times." (sighs
heavily) "I need emotional contacts because I'm a bit blind, aren't I?"

HARRY: "Huh?"

LOUIS: "Never mind, what other things? Think Ed. What did you do when we met Ed? He already
knew because..."

HARRY: "...Because I told him I would fuck you sideways?"

LOUIS: (cringes) "Subtle."

HARRY: "Because I threatened to rip his ballsack if he even thought of bringing up frotting again?"

LOUIS: "Yeah, this is not really what I was aiming for. I was thinking more like the thing we did the
night before."

HARRY: "Slept together. Yes. We do that every day here."

LOUIS: "The thing we did the night before that we don't do all the time, the special thing where I
said don't do it but you were like Imma do it and I was like okie, because secretly I wanted you to
do it and it felt hella good. That thing."
HARRY: "Uh..."

LOUIS: (face palms) "Harry, give me a hickey."

HARRY: "What, now?"

LOUIS: "Yes now. Give me a hickey so they ask about it—like do you need me to think for
you—I'm a prize, show me off, you won, are you gonna hide the trophy in the basement?"

HARRY: "First of all, you're not a fucking prize because you're human. Second of all, I'm not
showing you off because you're not a new shirt I bought at the store but my boyfriend, a living,
breathing being with feelings. You're definitely not a trophy. I didn't pursue you to prove a point. I
did it because I'm in love with you and would do anything for you. I don't want you referring to
yourself as a prize ever again. Makes me feel guilty. This isn't about that. No winning."

LOUIS: (smiling, taunting him) "What do you have against biting my neck?"

HARRY: "Nothing! I will bite it right now if you want."

LOUIS: "I want."

HARRY: "Okay, good, I..." (points awkwardly behind him at the bathroom) "Have to take a crap
first but then we can get to that fun stuff."

LOUIS: "Romantic."

HARRY: "Fine." (joking) "Wanna come sit on my lap while I shit? I can multitask?"

LOUIS: "You know I will if you challenge me."

HARRY: "No, don't. I can't poop with people watching." (enters the bathroom, closing the door)
"Stay there. I need to magically turn into something that's not a pooping, pimply, sweaty slug.
Then I'll seduce you, pony. Just you wait."

LOUIS: (makes a face) "Is this what marriage is? Are we married? Why am I always a step behind
on our relationship status? I need to turn on my notifications."

HARRY: (from inside the bathroom) "No, marriage would be if you were here conditioning your
hair while I did this. Now close your ears and sing so you don't hear the plops."

LOUIS: "Are you sure we're not married?"

HARRY: "Are they closed?"

LOUIS: (slumps back on the bed with a huge smile on his face) "They're closed."

HARRY: "I don't hear you singing."

LOUIS: "What do you prefer? Any special requests? Something by Ed Sheeran perhaps?"

HARRY: (semi-constipated) "Perhaps not. Or it's gonna slither back inside."

LOUIS: (laughs) "You need help? You need me to give you a hand?"

HARRY: (also laughing) "We don't play with that."

LOUIS: "I can play with something else."

HARRY: "During?" (hums, Louis bursts into laughter) "Maybe when you're old enough to sit on
me." (Louis screams 'douche!') "More comfortable that way."

END OF FIFTH SAGA

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QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: What do you think will be the biggest obstacle Larry must
overcome to build a healthy relationship?

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101. Details [SAGA 6]

BIRTHDAY BABY: Happy belated birthday to Meganne! I was supposed to get this to her on time
but I'm on vacation so I'm slacking a bit. Either way, thank you for reading and thank you for giving
me a reason to update because it's all you guys that keep me going. Hope you have fun today,
lovely.

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THE BATTLE FOR LEGS

Chapter 101: Details

[Therapist's Office, Orlando, FL, 7:30pm, A-List, B-List, C-List]

JULIAN: "Hello there, I'm Julian and I have a PhD in Clinical Psychology from University of
Oregon. I specialize in anxiety and depression." (Louis blinks at him uninterested, Julian is not
fazed) "You must be Louis."
LOUIS: "Lou-ee, without the 's'." (sarcastic) "Oh boy, already on the wrong foot, I might need to
call a rain check on this."

JULIAN: (polite chuckle) "Let's start over then." (fake cough) "Hi I'm Julian-"

LOUIS: "Please don't say all those unnecessary details again. I have no idea what they mean.
Let's get on with this." (under his breath) "I'm having regrets already. Many."

JULIAN: "Fair enough. Is this your first time talking to someone, Louee?"

LOUIS: "I talk to people every day actually. Part of my job, part of human life, I'd say."

JULIAN: "Is this your first time talking to a therapist?"

LOUIS: "Some people talk to several-oh god, what's wrong with them? Why do they need multiple
interventions? Is one not enough? I didn't know this was a factory process. I was unaware."

JULIAN: "Some people need one, some two. Some move to other cities. Some don't click right
away with a therapist-"

LOUIS: "I don't think we're clicking. Whoop, thanks then." (pretends to get up from the couch) "I'll
be off finding my second. I move on fast. Slut like that."

JULIAN: "You seem tense, a bit irritated, very uncomfortable-"

LOUIS: (exaggerated) "Julian, my man, you never told me you were a mind reader!"

JULIAN: (still pleasant) "I'm not, which is why I'll ask. What's on your mind? What's been on your
mind lately?"
LOUIS: "Are you gay?"

JULIAN: "Um, excuse me?"

LOUIS: "What, is this a trick question? Did I stutter? Did I mispronounce that?"

JULIAN: "I don't see how that's important, my sexuality."

LOUIS: "It is. Are you?"

JULIAN: "I'm not. I'd like to know how that is important? Are you gay?"

LOUIS: "Maybe."

JULIAN: "Maybe." (nods, jots down a few notes on his notepad) "Undecided then?"

LOUIS: "I...uh...suppose." (flustered) "Look, no offense to you but I don't wanna talk to straight
males who look like they just got their degree a year ago. If you're not gay we're not gonna click-I
already predict it-let's spare both our time and go separate ways."

JULIAN: "I graduated seven years ago but thank you for letting me know I look young." (Louis
gives him a brief, fake smile) "Why do you think my sexuality will come in the way of therapy?"

LOUIS: "Because you won't understand and I frankly, I don't want you to."

JULIAN: "I won't understand your maybe-gay issues because I'm straight."

LOUIS: "Yes. You repeat yourself a lot. I don't know if I like that. It seems like it takes up time.
Time someone is paying for. Thank god for Disney-do you like Disney? Do you frequent their
parks? You really should, if only to give back all this money they're giving you. Do you talk to all
their crazy employees? How many of us are there?"

JULIAN: "I will repeat what I'm getting from you, summarize it let's say, to make sure I don't
misunderstand you. This process wouldn't work as well if I thought you were someone completely
different, don't you think?"

LOUIS: (being a little shit) "I am but a simple man. I speak English, with an accent at times, but
generally very coherently. I don't need you to decode my sentences. They're not that deep."

JULIAN: "Alright. I'll keep that in mind. You were saying..." (looks at his notes) "Straight people
can't advise gay people?"

LOUIS: "Not on this specific issue."

JULIAN: "So your issue stems from being gay."

LOUIS: "Maybe."

JULIAN: "From maybe being gay."

LOUIS: "Yes. Which you're not so I'd rather you call a friend who is and knows and can give me
real advice." (stands up, adjusts his clothes) "Simon will cover-has covered everything, yes?"

JULIAN: "Yes, so why don't we talk to each other today as to not let that money go to waste and
then next week-"

LOUIS: "This is a weekly thing?"

JULIAN: "It's a whenever you want thing." (motions for the couch, Louis doesn't sit) "If it doesn't
work out today-" (raises his hand to stop Louis from interjecting) "I'll send my notes to a new
therapist. I'll recommend someone new who's more...appropriate for you. We will go over basics
anyway today so might as well get that out of the way early, right? The new therapist can dive right
in."

LOUIS: "Basics. What does that mean?"

JULIAN: "General facts, family, education, workplace, that sort of thing."

LOUIS: "Why would we go over that? I'm not here to find a wife. I'm here to not be crazy. Why the
hell would you need to know my favorite type of ice cream and what I majored in in college?"

JULIAN: "You think you're crazy?"

LOUIS: "No, but others think that and I'm trying to prove them wrong."

JULIAN: "Sit down."

LOUIS: "I don't like this already, should have trusted my instincts..." (despite all, sits himself down,
uncomfortable, fidgeting with his hands, looking away) "What are the basics then? Let's do it
quickly."

JULIAN: "Age?"

LOUIS: "I'm twenty-five. I'm from Doncaster, which is this shitty town in England, sort of south, not
really tourist location. I graduated from Juilliard a couple of years ago, double-majored in theater
and English literature. I like footie, acting and long walks on the beach. I sing. I sass. I have
trouble controlling my drug intake-only alcohol, mostly-only when I'm angry, which I won't be
anymore because I've solved that issue, the issue that was bothering me. Come to think of it,
there's nothing you can do to help me. I had a problem and I solved it myself so now I'm fine,
super fine, super well. I'm very happy." (sarcastic) "Wow, would you look at that? I'm healed
already. Talk therapy does help."
JULIAN: "I imagine you got to do a lot of acting in Juilliard. Great school. You must be very smart,
hard working as well."

LOUIS: "That's what you're going to latch on from what I said?"

JULIAN: "Did you do any musical theatre? You mentioned singing."

LOUIS: (trying to regain his footing) "Uh...yeah, I did that for a bit, for a lot."

JULIAN: "Would you like to do it again?"

LOUIS: "I work for Disney. I don't know if that's on my file, probably is since they're paying for this
but that's what I do. That's...what I'll probably be doing for a long, long time. All I'll be doing in
terms of acting. Then I'll grow old, get fired, get some sad job as a manager somewhere and I
don't remember what the question was."

JULIAN: "If you had the opportunity, hypothetically speaking, would you want to get into musical
theatre again?"

LOUIS: "Yes. I wish I was good enough for Broadway but I'm not so, let's not rub salt in the
wound. We're here to heal issues, not cut old scars open in order to suture them again."

JULIAN: "What would you consider an old scar? Just so I know to skim past those. Like you said,
those are healed so why waste time, right?"

LOUIS: (suspicious) "Right."

JULIAN: "So..." (making a show of writing this down) "Topics to avoid because they've already
been solved...healed wounds, scars, as you said..." (looks up at Louis) "Would be?"

LOUIS: (stunned) "Uh..."

JULIAN: "Love for musical theatre at number one. Number two?"

LOUIS: "University. I don't have regrets about uni, what I did, what I chose, where it got me."
(Julian nods, motions number three with his fingers) "Home life. I'm not close with my family but
I'm okay with that-"

JULIAN: "Which family? I see here your mother has remarried."

LOUIS: "Any family. I don't wanna talk about anyone who would be considered family. I don't..."
(struggling to find words) "I'm not like that with them."

JULIAN: "Like what?"

LOUIS: "Like family. I'm not, I don't know much about them so I wouldn't be able to answer your
questions and they don't know much about me so they're a dead end. Nothing to explore there.
Nothing I haven't come to terms with..." (mumbled) "Or given up on."

JULIAN: "What else?"

LOUIS: "About my family?"

JULIAN: "What else needs no attention? Should we put drug intake in here?" (writing it down) "I
assume you know all the risks and factors so no need to re-hash that..."

LOUIS: "No!" (Julian looks up, Louis is shyer with his response, more reserved and vulnerable)
"That can stay. Off the list. That can stay off. It's not really...I...uh..." (closing up again, dismissive)
"I mean whatever you want. It doesn't matter anyway."

JULIAN: (scratches out the sentences) "Off it is." (casually) "Which drugs, just so we have details,
you know?"
LOUIS: "Alcohol. A lot...of alcohol. I used to get very drunk. Weed-is this going to affect my job?
Are you going to tell on me because I can't lose this job. Especially not right now. I've come here
to fix my life not fuck it up completely."

JULIAN: "Everything's confidential. I'm bound by law to never reveal anything that is told in here to
anyone out there. This is a safe space."

LOUIS: "Loopholes?"

JULIAN: "Hmm?"

LOUIS: "What are the loopholes? There's always some. When can you break that law?"

JULIAN: "Nothing escapes you then. I am required to speak if I have enough information to
deduce you'll bring harm to yourself or someone else. And I'm required to speak if you end up...in
legal trouble where my notes could shine a light on your intentions."

LOUIS: (takes a minute to process that) "Nothing else?"

JULIAN: "Nothing else. All else is between us-well, and the future therapist you'll be working with
after today."

LOUIS: "Right. That's another thing...that can stay off the list. The gay thing, that's fair game."

JULIAN: "Any significant others?"

LOUIS: (stiff) "Uh..." (blushing) "I uh..."

JULIAN: "No need to answer. We'll put it on the list-"

LOUIS: (squeaky) "No, no."

JULIAN: "No?"

LOUIS: (embarrassed, flushed) "I've-uh, I've someone and-and it's okay, he can stay off the list
because I love talking about him anyway so I don't mind. Don't put him on the list. I'd have nothing
to say otherwise..." (mumbled) "He's my everything-" (catches himself) "I do everything with him, I
mean, that's why he's my...anyway. Keep him off."

JULIAN: "Does he have a name?" (Louis looks unsure about the topic) "So when you refer to him
you don't have to use any unnecessary adjectives that might make this whole process harder,
more time-consuming. Time is valuable like you pointed out."

LOUIS: "Harry."

JULIAN: (writing it down) "Harry then." (looks up) "Anyone else that you interact with often that
might come up in conversation?"

LOUIS: "Um, yes, sure but, but he's my boyfriend, Harry. I'd like that to be written there too, that
he's my boyfriend. I didn't say that at first but that's...I think I should highlight it if this is going to
work between us-me and him-I think I should get used to the word. It's fair that way."

JULIAN: (sounding it as he writes) "Your boyfriend. Okay, got it. Anyone else?"

LOUIS: (nervous) "Aren't you going to press more on that...?"

JULIAN: "Hmm?"

LOUIS: "On the Harry thing. I think you should stay on that topic for a bit more. I'm obviously
uncomfortable with it and that should be a hint for you to poke at me more." (frustrated) "Why am I
doing your job for you?"

JULIAN: (smiles) "That's not how I do it. I've a different style. Besides, we're only getting the
basics today. No poking and pressing and pressuring and provoking and putting people in corners.
Lots of p-words, did you appreciate that, as a literature major?"

LOUIS: (looks down, more comfortable) "I appreciate it."

JULIAN: "We were talking about important people in your life narrative."

LOUIS: "I have friends. I have a lot of friends. They're very important to me. A bit like family as
cheesy as that sounds."

JULIAN: "Any one in particular?"

LOUIS: "Harry's ex-s."

JULIAN: "Excuse me?"

LOUIS: "His ex-boyfriend and his ex-love or whatever, I uh, I...think they're cool. I like them. I hang
out with them."

JULIAN: "You like your boyfriend's ex-lovers?"

LOUIS: "Yes."

JULIAN: "You get along with them? Hang out with them?"

LOUIS: "Yes, generally. I want them to like me."

JULIAN: "Why?"

LOUIS: "Because I like them. They're part of Harry." (sheepish, embarrassed but obviously
smitten) "I'm a bit in love with him, Harry, and I...I don't know-it's weird, I guess. I don't quite
understand it myself but it's like there's two of him, Harry. Two Harry-s. One that's my friend and
mine and I obviously love a lot, care about, stuff like that, concrete things. And the other
who...who..."

JULIAN: "What's the other like?"

LOUIS: "My idol."

JULIAN: "Someone you'd like to become then?"

LOUIS: "No, I don't know. It's...I'm...proud of him? Fascinated? I can't explain it. He gives me
hope. He as someone on his own, despite me, like as a person, he's amazing, he makes me
happy the same way reading about inspirational people would. And that Harry, that's where his ex-
s get involved, in that story. his life story, how he became the person he is today. Knowing them
gives me a glimpse, a better biography, a better book to read and I like that. I want more of that."

JULIAN: "What's Harry's biggest achievement do you think?"

LOUIS: (snorts) "How he'd answer that or how I would?"

JULIAN: "How you would. He'd probably say you are."

LOUIS: (bites his lip to hide his smile) "He probably would, yeah. He's very sappy."

JULIAN: "And you? What do you find most impressive about him?"
LOUIS: "He's very flawed, first of all, I have to emphasize that. That he has bad things, bad habits,
bad thoughts, bad behaviors. He's made mistakes. He makes mistakes. He's not perfect at all and
I know that. I see that. I hold him accountable for it. I want him to face it and improve. I'm not
blinded by love or whatever. I'm not fawning on him. He's far from flawless-"

JULIAN: "But he has something you want, or that you cherish a lot-that you aspire to have. What's
that?"

LOUIS: "He's um...he's gay."

JULIAN: "He's gay?"

LOUIS: "Yes. He's gay and he's happy with that because some-some aren't. Some are very
unhappy and I like that he's gay and happy. It makes me happy."

JULIAN: "Are you happy?"

LOUIS: "Thought you were gonna ask the other thing honestly."

JULIAN: "You already answered that. You said maybe. Are you happy?"

LOUIS: (sad) "I should be. I'd feel like I was betraying him if I said no. I should say yes. I have
everything so I am, I guess."

JULIAN: "Happiness isn't constant. We all have bad days and good days. Sometimes the best
things happen to us on bad days. Sometimes good days are there for you to discover something
you already had. You don't get anything new on good days, I think, just a fresh look at what you
already had."

LOUIS: (opening up) "I'm scared of stuff. Underline that. I want that to be off the list for sure."
JULIAN: "Stuff like heights, oceans, camels-I have this deathly fear of camels. Anything that
survives with no water is probably a death machine."

LOUIS: (breathy chuckles) "Like that yes, but more like...judgment, rejection, loneliness, death,
groups. Of guys. Teams, for example. I don't like teams, or dorms, or anything that involves men
hanging out together."

JULIAN: "I get it. Locker-rooms and their smells, it would put the fear of god in anyone."

LOUIS: "I didn't say locker rooms. Why would you guess locker rooms?"

JULIAN: "Teams generally hang out in locker rooms, right?"

LOUIS: "Right."

JULIAN: "So logical guess."

LOUIS: "Right."

JULIAN: "You liked football-"

LOUIS: (urgent) "Put that on the list!"

JULIAN: "On the never-to-mention-because-already-solved-list?"

LOUIS: "Yeah-no, I mean, isn't there another list in there somewhere? A less final one, one that
doesn't involve blacklisting topics."

JULIAN: "We can start one. What shall we call this?"

LOUIS: "Stuff I need more time on. But...address them, like, tumors. Call them tumors because
they're like tumors, not scars. They're bad, quite painful, but you just can't operate on them yet,
okay? Keep them there, scanned, be aware. A tumor list for future purposes."

JULIAN: "Got it. Soccer and teams. What else should go on this list?"

LOUIS: (quiet) "I self-harm."

JULIAN: (not stopping to question or react) "Okay. Anything else?"

LOUIS: "Um, I...old me."

JULIAN: "How old?"

LOUIS: "Like...high school age, that old, around."

JULIAN: "High school Louis. Anything else on our tumors list?"

LOUIS: "Well, I don't know if this should go on there because it's a bit urgent so I don't know if I
can wait that long for it to come up but it's also like something you wouldn't wanna hear."

JULIAN: "Why's that?"

LOUIS: "Because you're...you know."

JULIAN: "A straight man?" (Louis nods) "I see. Does it have to do with-"

LOUIS: "With gay stuff. Stuff you'd find disgusting."

JULIAN: "I don't find gay stuff disgusting."

LOUIS: (stuck) "Okay, but..."

JULIAN: "But I think you should test me. I have a great tolerance for this kinds of stuff. I've been
raised on the Internet. Nothing shocks me."

LOUIS: (blurts) "Sex."

JULIAN: "Sex. With your significant other."

LOUIS: "Yes. That. Exactly."

JULIAN: "Any...fetishes, strange things, where does the strangeness start, I'm not quite sure..."

LOUIS: "No, nothing, no strangeness. Just, I'd want that." (wringing his hands) "I think of that. A
lot, since we sleep in the same bed and so I think of it."

JULIAN: "Of being intimate with him?

LOUIS: "Yes."

JULIAN: "You want to be intimate with your boyfriend?"

LOUIS: (red) "Yes."

JULIAN: "Is that unusual for someone who's in a relationship?"

LOUIS: (shrugs) "This is my first real one."

JULIAN: "I see. So remind me which list we should put this topic on?"

LOUIS: (struggling) "I want but I can't. That list. Probably why I'm here to be honest..."

JULIAN: "Ah, so to be addressed before libido drives boy insane."

LOUIS: (snorts) "Yeah, something like that. Circle that too so you don't forget."

JULIAN: "Out of curiosity, what point are we on in that front?"

LOUIS: "Which front?"

JULIAN: "What bases must still be covered before we scratch this goal out?"

LOUIS: (shy) "All."

JULIAN: "All...the bases. You've done..."

LOUIS: "Nothing, yes. Except kiss. I do that. A bit."

JULIAN: "Are you a virgin?"

LOUIS: "No, no. Only on my..." (squirming in discomfort) "My butt. I'm a butt virgin. But I'm not
normally, no, I've slept with women. A lot of women."

JULIAN: "How was that?"

LOUIS: (half-shrugs) "I'm not a sexual being."

JULIAN: "Meaning?"

LOUIS: "I'm weird. I get awkward. During. It's just part of who I am."

JULIAN: "Part of who you are. Can it be something you've learned along the way? Could it be
that?"

LOUIS: "It could."

JULIAN: "Could it be because of the people you slept with? Strangers, women...?"

LOUIS: "Yes...probably is. But I'm like that with Harry too. I say stupid stuff when we kiss. I can't
shut up. I'm very awkward."

JULIAN: "What kinds of stuff do you say?"

LOUIS: "I ask for kisses, which apparently you're not supposed to do."

JULIAN: "Could that be because you've never learned the way? Or is the only possible
explanation for this behavior that you're not meant to be a sexual being by nature?"

LOUIS: "It could be either, I guess. Either of those things you mentioned. So yeah, I don't know if I
have enough evidence on that sexual being thing. Should probably test that theory more before
deciding."

JULIAN: "I agree." (taps the back end of the pen on the notebook so it clicks shut) "I think we have
a good start here. I'll prepare these notes and the future therapist will know what to broach and
what to avoid. Good work for a day, huh? Not too painful?"
LOUIS: (staring at the carpet) "You don't have to..."

JULIAN: "Send the notes? Yeah, I do. It's part of the process. Not bad actually, doesn't take much
time. We're required to keep notes. It helps." (stands up to put his notebook on the desk, looks
through some business cards) "I'll try and find someone as soon as possible, someone who lives
close by. When would you want your next appointment?"

LOUIS: "Isn't it like a weekly thing? I should probably stick to that, right?"

JULIAN: "Probably." (writing a post-it note) "Appointment for Louis, next week. Got it."

LOUIS: "You weren't too bad."

JULIAN: "Thank you. I do try. First session is always like pulling teeth but has to be done. Always
a first."

LOUIS: (nods) "We could...continue. If you want, if you think you'd manage."

JULIAN: "Continue...therapy? I think it's probably a good idea to not leave it at that, if only for the
sake of mini-Louis who can't wait to get some-important stuff right there."

LOUIS: (swallowing his own pride) "We could continue together, I mean. You're pretty cool. We
seem to get each other. Talking to someone else would probably require I do this entire thing
again and more work, don't know if I wanna go through that awkwardness again."

JULIAN: "Right, right. So would you suggest we keep scheduling appointments together then?
That would probably be easier, right?"

LOUIS: "Probably."
JULIAN: "Weekly appointments, around the same time for consistency purposes, so we both don't
get lost or forget."

LOUIS: "Probably a good idea. Like this time, this time would do. I'm always out of work by six so
I'd be free no matter what shifts I get."

JULIAN: "So next week, this time."

LOUIS: "Yup."

JULIAN: "Good then, I'll pencil that in."

LOUIS: "Good." (pockets his hands, start heading for the door) "I'll just...be heading out. Is there a
goodbye ceremony?" (Julian shakes his head, amused) "Okay, cool." (about to leave, turns
around) "I'll introduce you to him. You'll get to meet him. It might help. I'm just working on telling
him that's all. Maybe, some other time, in the future."

JULIAN: (smiling) "Looking forward to it. See you next week then. I'll send you my number in case
anything changes, like prior commitments or a need arises for you to get in contact with me, for
any reason."

LOUIS: (nods, smiling at himself) "I'll keep that in mind." (chuckles) "Probably add it on speed-dial,
let's be honest." (settles back into a grateful smile) "Thanks though. Wasn't...too bad. I'll tell
Simon, give him good reviews. Your business will flourish."

JULIAN: "Oh don't. How am I gonna find ways to do the bare minimum then?"

LOUIS: (rolls his eyes, before he closes the door) "I'll see you next week." (Julien nods) "Good,
don't forget or anything."

***
QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Everyone would be happy having Harry, so why isn't Louis
happy?

BONUS QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Are you proud of Louis? Is he making progress?

=================

102. Daily*

Chapter 102: Daily

Scene 1: Eleanor

LOUIS: (sing-song, cheery) "Good morning, darling Eleanor. Oh, how beautiful you look today."

ELEANOR: (trying to untangle her messy wet hair in the mirror, no makeup) "I had a birthday party
till freaking five, give me a break."

LOUIS: (skipping towards her) "So pretty."

ELEANOR: "I get it."

LOUIS: (twirling around her) "All natural."

ELEANOR: (spares him a glance, amused) "What do you want, Satan?"

LOUIS: (leaning on the locker next to hers) "Attention."

ELEANOR: (mock searches with her eyes) "Where's Harold?"

LOUIS: (blurts) "In-my-pants-cause-we're-dating."

ELEANOR: (turns towards him) "What?"

LOUIS: (magnanimously pointing with both fingers at his hickey) "Observe."

ELEANOR: "I don't have my contacts on."

LOUIS: (sighs) "Fine. Just take my word on it. There's a massive hickey on my neck, given with
lots of love and pleasure and saliva and all that good stuff." (proud smile) "Ha-ha! I win. You lose."

ELEANOR: "What were we competing for?"

LOUIS: "Harry's affection."

ELEANOR: "Ha! I thought I lost that battle nine years ago."

LOUIS: "You did but now it's official. Now I've shat on your grave."

ELEANOR: "Good to know."

LOUIS: (face falls) "I expected more freaking out. Like screaming. We're only the most attractive
people here." (gesturing wildly) "And we're together. That's like, fangirl material." (grabs her
shoulders, shakes her) "Scream, El, scream."
ELEANOR: (screams randomly) "Finally, loser."

LOUIS: "This was severely anticlimactic." (starts walking away, throwing his hands in the air) "Why
even date people if no one will care? Why?"

ELEANOR: "For your own happiness?"

LOUIS: "Shut up, witch."

ELEANOR: "I am 'witch' again, great. Well, congrats on the dating."

LOUIS: "Boyfriend!"

ELEANOR: (smiles) "Congrats on the boyfriend. Treat him well. He's gone through hell for this."

LOUIS: "Care more!"

Scene 2: Niall

NIALL: (munching on a burger, mouth full) "Aren't you gonna eat?"

LOUIS: (sitting in front of him, tapping his fingers on the table, nothing in front of him) "Maybe."

NIALL: "Go get something. I'll watch your stuff."

LOUIS: "Yeah, yeah. Just wanted to get something out of the way first." (Niall raises an eyebrow,
chewing) "I won't have any appetite until..."
NIALL: "Alright...You look serious." (wiping his mouth) "Should I be worried?"

LOUIS: (talking to the table) "No, not really...have you been?"

NIALL: "A bit, yeah. You've been... Li's said, well. It's been a weird time. After you guys went back
and then came back. It's been strange. I know you'll share with me when you're ready so I don't
wanna push it out of you but I do worry. I don't want you feeling like you're alone."

LOUIS: "I'm not. I don't. I have lots of people."

NIALL: "Yeah..." (a bit sad) "You do..."

LOUIS: "Niall, I haven't been fair with you."

NIALL: "What do you mean?" (joking) "Oh, we're going heavy now. McDonalds is your heavy
place. I should have known."

LOUIS: "You're my best friend. Always been. It was just the two of us and you've done a shit-ton
for me and ever since Harry, I've...pulled away. We haven't been proper friends."

NIALL: "We have. We've chilled. We've hung out. We don't party as much but hey, that's a good
thing. I'm happy with that. You needed to get bored of drinking and you have."

LOUIS: "I don't want you to think I've replaced you. It's not like that. I don't want you thinking in
college we were a duo and now, it's him and I and I don't need anyone else."

NIALL: "Do you?"

LOUIS: "Yes, of course. I need all of you. All of my friends."

NIALL: "Old Louis would have never confessed that."

LOUIS: "Old Louis was a brat." (softer) "But he was also your friend and you must miss him."

NIALL: "You're my friend too. Do I miss your crazy, snappy, nihilistic side? Sometimes, rarely. I
don't miss your breakdowns."

LOUIS: "I don't either."

NIALL: "So we shouldn't go back."

LOUIS: "I never asked how you felt about the Harry thing..."

NIALL: (shrugs) "You attached hard. He became your anchor and yeah, I was a bit jealous at first
but who you were with him, that guy, that was completely new. I'd never seen him and I liked him
so I could allow it, someone else be there for you."

LOUIS: "I'm..." (visibly struggling, shuffling in his seat) "Nialler, I love him."

NIALL: "I know. We talked about this remember."

LOUIS: "I do but, it's more than that between us. We're all friends, brothers, but that's not me and
him."

NIALL: "What is?"

LOUIS: "A couple of nights ago, he said he was in love with me." (Niall's eyes go wide) "And I, I
don't know, I might not be there yet but I want to be. I will be. I'm letting myself be. I'm trying to say
that. That I decided that and I want you to know. And be there for me and, and not judge me. I
understand that old me would have never, god never, and would have never thought about it and
you, you might still think of me like that and be shocked but I'm different now and I... I've always
been really."

NIALL: "I've seen you grow so am I shocked? Nah, not really."

LOUIS: (chuckles) "No one seems to be."

NIALL: "Do you blame us? We saw how good you were for each other."

LOUIS: "You should have told me."

NIALL: "You weren't ready to hear it. And you're not ready to say." (Louis nods jerkily) "And that's
fine. We'll wait it out together."

Scene 3: Luke

LUKE: "I am freeze."

LOUIS: "Freez-ing."

LUKE: "I was gonna say that but my lips froze half-way through. What the heck, Florida, you
betrayed me."

LOUIS: "You're wearing tights. I'm in a gown. Let's mourn me."

LUKE: "You have sweats underneath. You cheat."

LOUIS: (fake shock) "How did you know?"

LUKE: "Word spreads."

LOUIS: "Speaking of which, has it?"

LUKE: "Has it what?"

LOUIS: "Spread."

LUKE: "What has?"

LOUIS: "You know....me."

LUKE: "You?" (Louis cringes) "Oh god, what did you do now?" (Louis makes a whiny noise) "Is it
bad? Is it scandalous?"

LOUIS: "Very. I'm ruined."

LUKE: "Are you diseased?"

LOUIS: "What? No. Why does everyone guess herpes first? I got a rash onceâman, shouldn't
have said anything."

LUKE: "So not another rash?"

LOUIS: "Well. There's one on my neck..."

LUKE: (squints, moves closer, drags Louis' shirt down to better see the mark) "That's a hickey,
fool." (lets go, looks away, relieved, then) "Wait, that's a hickey. Someone gave you a hickey? You
let someoneâdid they sneak up on you? Is this the scandal? Someone molested your neck?"
LOUIS: "I allowed it. Suggested even."

LUKE: "That's a scandal in itself. You're soft and mushy now. Yuck. Smorey."

LOUIS: "Uhâyeah, that is a scandal but this is worse."

LUKE: "Do tell."

LOUIS: "Side-tangent, remember when you came out to me?"

LUKE: "Yeah..."

LOUIS: "Ta-da."

LUKE: "What?"

LOUIS: "I am here."

LUKE: "Are you on drugs? Is that it? Why are you making me guess, mate?"

LOUIS: "Nothing to guess. I am here...to you...out."

LUKE: "Out...?"

LOUIS: (opens his mouth, sighs, blinks annoyedly) "Harry gave me a hickey."

LUKE: "Ok. Should we kill him?"

LOUIS: "Is that not cause forâI don't know, wonder?"

LUKE: "You and Harry do weird shit all the time. I never know where the line is."

LOUIS: "Line between?"

LUKE: "Friends and..." (shrugs uncomfortably) "You know."

LOUIS: "I do and it's been crossed, is what I'm trying to get at."

LUKE: "So...he upset you by assuming he could...do that?"

LOUIS: "So I'm fucking dating him."

LUKE: (choked laugh stopped abruptly) "Aren't you?"

LOUIS: "I am. That's what I said."

LUKE: "Yeah, we all say that. Word does spread."

LOUIS: "It's the truth."

LUKE: "Innit?"

LOUIS: (frustrated) "Yes. Officially."

LUKE: (catching on) "Officially..."

LOUIS: "I am...I didâsaid, I kissed him. We kiss. It's...I..." (scrunches his face with his hands,
whiny) "Luke!"

LUKE: (gaping) "You..."

LOUIS: (still covering his eyes) "Yup."

LUKE: "You... Harry..."

LOUIS: "Yup."

LUKE: "You... Harry... officially."

LOUIS: "Yup."

LUKE: "Ah." (long silence, Louis eventually removes his hands slowly) "So. How biggle is his
pickle?"

Scene 4: Zayn

LOUIS: (skips the coffee line to get to a weary Zayn) "Zayn!"

ZAYN: (surprised but too tired to react much) "Sup?"

LOUIS: "I am date Harry. Dating. Harry. I am dating. We are dating. Harry and I. Like with the
boyfriend style.

ZAYN: (blinks) "Cool."

LOUIS: "Oh..." (awkward staring, Louis flushes) "Uh yeah, thought you should..."

ZAYN: "Forgive me for not leaping for joy. Bad back, you know?"

LOUIS: (nervous chuckles) "Ha. Lion King. Greatâgreat movie. Okay, well, I'll be leaving
now...without my dignity and yeah, good catching up with you. Nice face. Have a nice day. Come
by some time. I'll be dating Harry. Still. Possibly forever. Like for a long, long time, so don't get any
ideas, any plans, we'll always be a thing now, item, together, me and him and not you, okay,
thanks." (sneaks back out of line) "Good talk."

ZAYN: (calling after him) "About time, Tomlinson."

LOUIS: (awkward wave, cafe door half open) "Got you, Z-dog. Ugh..." (grumbles the rest of it as
he leaves) "Should have done balloons..."

Scene 5: Liam

LIAM: (door opens, they walk in) "Yup, you have definitely moved in."

LOUIS: "What do you mean?"

LIAM: "I see your influence in the decor. The subtle yet powerful stench of dirty laundry, mixed
with, what's that, food rotting outside the fridge..." (looks at the take out on the counter) "Chipotle,
your signature lazy meal? Yup, there's a certain sense of Tomlinson in here."

LOUIS: "Fuck you."

LIAM: (walking in, stumbling on clothes, trying to find floor space) "Besides, only you can manage
this sort of mess." (picks up a shirt, realizes it's wet, throws it again) "That's wet. Why is that wet?
Tell me I did not just touch something of you, some part of you I should not become intimate with."
LOUIS: "My semen, yes."

LIAM: (makes a face) "Ew, Louis..." (stares at him then cringes again) "Ew, bro."

LOUIS: "It's coke, you idiot. I forget where I put stuff at times...stumble on it half-asleep."

LIAM: "Almost worst. How do you live like this?"

LOUIS: "It's not that bad. You think it's bad?" (self-conscious, scratching his arm) "I was gonna
pick those up when I did laundry."

LIAM: "When was that decision made? Five years ago?"

LOUIS: "Yesterday. I was supposed to do it today but then I played XBOX and jacked off."

LIAM: "To what? Your dirty laundry?"

LOUIS: (sarcastic) "Yes, Liam, I picked up a pair of Harry's undies and sniffed them while beating
off."

LIAM: (raises an eyebrow, amused) "You beat off to Harry? Nice."

LOUIS: "The smell of his ball sweat, to be specific."

LIAM: (grinning) "But you beat off to Harry."

LOUIS: (casually) "Don't you beat off to Sophia?"

LIAM: "Um, no. Because that woman puts the fear of god in me."
LOUIS: "Before that. Before she became a bitch that sits on your face and suffocates you with her,
you know?"

LIAM: "I don't know whether to be impressed that you guessed or worried that this has become
news now." (Louis grins) "But no, I don't and didn't. Always porn."

LOUIS: "Well, I never liked porn much plus..." (shrugs, gulps lightly) "Plus, I don't see why I
shouldn't jack off to my boyfriend." (rapid fire, blushing) "I find him very hot. He gets me there
quickly. I don't need some bitch with fake boobs." (in one breath) "Fifa or PES?"

LIAM: "Fifa. Wait..."

LOUIS: "Yes, Fifa. Good choice."

LIAM: "Wait..."

LOUIS: (sitting on the floor, turning on the XBOX to have an excuse to not look at him) "Come, sit.
Let's get a game in before Harry comes home with dinner."

LIAM: "This is weird."

LOUIS: "Yeah, you're being weird."

LIAM: "Um, I don't know if you noticedâFreudian slip if you didn'tâbut you just said the b-word."

LOUIS: "Boobs?"

LIAM: (squeaking) "You didn't notice you said the b-word!" (sitting on the bed pensively, hands on
his knees) "I'm frightened now."
LOUIS: "What?"

LIAM: "Something paranormal is happening."

LOUIS: "Stop being weird and choose a team."

LIAM: "I hear voices."

LOUIS: "Are you playing or not?"

LIAM: "Will you murder me now?"

LOUIS: "I will if you continue this."

LIAM: "Why do you have emotions all of a sudden? These feels, where are all of these coming
from?"

LOUIS: "What are you talking about?"

LIAM: (slowly) "You think Harry's attractive..."

LOUIS: (sighs) "You're trying to piss me off." (starts playing by himself) "I'm gonna ignore you
now."

LIAM: "Do you think he's attractive?"

LOUIS: "Yes, Liam. I think he's very attractive."

LIAM: (in glee) "What else do you think?"

LOUIS: "About what?"

LIAM: "Harry."

LOUIS: (growing redder by the second) "I like him? A lot? I think he's amazing? Now let's play
fucking Fifa, it's not that big of a deal, whatever, I'm not like obsessed with him and shit, just in
lovish--let's play."

LIAM: "You like him... Like like him?"

LOUIS: "Yes, Liam, I like like him..." (quieter) "He's my boyfriend."

LIAM: (gasps dramatically) "He did it again... Who's Harry again?"

LOUIS: "What do you mean?"

LIAM: "Why do you jack off to him? Why do you like him?"

LOUIS: "Because he's my boyfriend?" (noticing Liam's teasing him) "We just went over this less
than five seconds ago. Let's play now." (pouts) "I did a thing and we're a thing and...Liam, please."

LIAM: (screeches madly) "Is this a prank? Am I on Jimmy Kimmel Live?" (to himself, chanting)
"Larry is real. So real. Woah...so real."

LOUIS: (rolling his eyes) "You took E, didn't you? Why? It's the middle of the week."

LIAM: "You said 'boyfriend'!" (mock horror) "You meant it!" (runs into the kitchen, making
pterodactyl noises) "Help me."

LOUIS: "Where the hell are you going?"

LIAM: (comes back holding a butcher's knife) "Stay away from me, demon."

LOUIS: "The fuck are you doing? Have you lost your mind?"

LIAM: (waves the knife in front of him) "Why is Harry your boyfriend?"

LOUIS: "What do you mean why? Can't I? Isn't that a thing?"

LIAM: (makes a cross in the air with the knife, mumbling under his breath) "Dear lord, father of all
that's good and holy, absolve us from the demons. Let Satan's influence dissolve when faced with
the gates of heaven. Let our wingsâ"

LOUIS: "This is why people don't do drugs on weekdays."

LIAM: "It speaks. It speaks."

LOUIS: "Are you having a bad trip because if you are I'd like you to put that knife somewhere
that's not my throat."

LIAM: "It threatens us."

LOUIS: "Yeah, anyway. Let's play. Put the knife down and pick a goddamn team."

LIAM: "But heâyouâare we really going to glide over the fact that you're in a relationship. You, of
all people! You. Dating Styles. Styles of all people. You. Styles. Stylinson. Hey! Larry... Stylinson.
Brilliant, Liamâ"
LOUIS: "What?"

LIAM: (dramatic) "And them Liam created Larry Stylinson and the world was a better place. It only
took like seven months of them flirting like birds."

LOUIS: (shaking his head) "How does Zayn put up with you?"

LIAM: "Worship me, mortal. I made your boner happen."

HARRY: (door opens, Harry comes in from work, on his phone at first) "Babe, Simon's emailing
me about outâ" (spots Liam standing in the hallway, startles badly) Fuck me, you gave me a heart
attack. Hi Liam." (sees that he has a knife in his hand) "Um?"

LIAM: (waving with the knife, smiling) "Hi, Harry."

LOUIS: (not looking away from the screen) "Liam is having an episode because he's a dweeb and
I hate him."

HARRY: "Oh. Of course..." (not moving from the door, mock whispering) "Lou, he has the bread
knife."

LOUIS: "I've noticed. You should probably not try to wrestle that away from him."

HARRY: "Probably."

LIAM: "I was just asking Louis some questions." (grinning mischievously) "Very interesting
questions."

HARRY: "Um...alright, then. I'm just going to go in now. If you don't mind. If that doesn't disturb
your little whatever you have going on here." (walks slowly around Liam, towards the room, eyeing
Liam warily) "Put that back when you're done with it so we can eat toast." (to Louis) "Weren't you
supposed to do laundry today?"

LOUIS: (looks up at him without moving from the carpet, pouts massively, adorably puckers up)
"Kiss?"

HARRY: (pecks him, stands up again) "You still need to pick up everything from the floor. That
won't make me forget."

LIAM: "Did that just happen?"

LOUIS: "Yeah, Liam, we kiss. We do that stuff. Boyfriend, remember? Why are you being like
this? All I wanted was a chill game-date where I tell you I'm sorta gay and you're like fine, man, I'll
pretend I knew that all along and we didn't go through nine months of drama to get there. That's all
I freaking wanted. Just...just, let it be like this, okay?"

HARRY: "Not to interrupt but he's holding a knife, love. Let me remind you of that."

LIAM: (grinning) "I am holding a knife."

LOUIS: "Kill me, please! It'd be less torturous than what you're doing already."

HARRY: (smiling) "Did I miss something?"

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: How is Louis taking his newfound identity and did you expect this
side of him?
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103. Date Night

SONS OF FREUD: I'm writing a new LARRY story that's dark and very sexual and involves some
subplot of LILO and ZARRY. If you're in any way interested, it's on my profile. I update that quite
frequently.

MOOD: "Long Hot Summer" by Keith Urban

***

Chapter 103: Date Night

HARRY: (in a movie theatre, staring at the posters of the movie showings, holding Louis' hand,
turns towards him with a wince) "Lou?"

LOUIS: (too busy scanning the area with his eyes) "Hmm?"

HARRY: "Louis." (shakes their hands slightly, squeezes Louis' hand when Louis still doesn't face
him) "Lou?"

LOUIS: (finally turns towards him) "Yeah, what's up?"

HARRY: (sheepish) "You're cutting off my blood circulation, love."

LOUIS: "What?"

HARRY: (looks down at their hands where Louis is gripping Harry's so tightly Harry's fingers are
almost white, but he's smiling ) "A little less, maybe?" (caresses the back of Louis' hand with his
thumb, gentle) "Let go just a little bit, I'll still be here."

LOUIS: "Oh..." (notices, lets go of Harry's hand completely immediately, frazzled) "Oh. I uh."
(blushes, annoyed at himself) "Sorry. I didn't notice."

HARRY: (smiles) "It's okay. No damage done." (Louis is glancing at people who are going about
their business) "Is everything okay? Are you okay?"

LOUIS: (eyes back on Harry, forced smile) "Yeah. It's good. Yeah, yeah. I'm buzzin'. All good."

HARRY: "Sure?"

LOUIS: (nodding) "Yeah, just...unnecessarily wired." (weak chuckle) "Shouldn't have had that
coffee on the way."

HARRY: "Do you want to hold hands again? Was that calming you down?"

LOUIS: "Yeah, I suppose we should."

HARRY: (shrugs) "Well, we don't have to if you don't want to."

LOUIS: "I want to."

HARRY: "You don't have to want to, you know."

LOUIS: "What?"

HARRY: "Just, it's not something that I expect or—I mean it's nice, I like it a lot but you shouldn't
think you have to do it and that you should want to do it. You can want what you want."

LOUIS: "Okay."

HARRY: "It's not necessary."

LOUIS: "Isn't that what people in relationships do?"

HARRY: "It's one of the things they do—and I told you we don't need to do what they do." (grabs
his hand softly, looking at their lightly tangled fingers) "We can do what we do." (looks up, eyes
shining) "What we've always done. Nothing has to change with us."

LOUIS: "We used to do this." (motions with his head around) "The movies. We did this all the time
so I don't really know why I'm being like this now." (gets closer until he can smush his face on
Harry's chest) "I'm sorry."

HARRY: (wraps an arm around Louis' shoulder) "Like what, babe?"

LOUIS: (mumbled) "Like I'm about to die."

HARRY: (amused) "What? Why?"

LOUIS: "I don't know. I might die. I don't know what to do and when that happens I think let me
die. It's like middle school—I'm a middle school uncool kid." (mock sobbing sounds on Harry's
chest, Harry runs his fingers through Louis' hair) "This is hard."
HARRY: "You don't know how to pick a movie?"

LOUIS: (petulant) "No, I know that."

HARRY: "Buy tickets then?"

LOUIS: "No."

HARRY: "Use money?"

LOUIS: (pulls back, blinks annoyedly) "Harry."

HARRY: "Get popcorn?"

LOUIS: (trying not to smile) "You're a twat."

HARRY: (smiles back) "Put gummy bears in the popcorn and lie to me about it being a new thing
they do?"

LOUIS: "I don't know how to watch movies with...you."

HARRY: "We watch movies all the time."

LOUIS: (pulls away completely, holds Harry's hand, quieter) "Not like this."

HARRY: "Like what?"

LOUIS: (motions with his head at a girl and a boy, embracing and smiling at each other and
kissing each other's cheeks) "Like them."
HARRY: "Who?"

LOUIS: "Them."

HARRY: (frowning) "Who are they? Do we know them?"

LOUIS: "No, they're randoms. Two random people in a relationship."

HARRY: "Okay..."

LOUIS: "Like us. Like them. Both of us are."

HARRY: "Are what? In relationships? In love?" (Louis gets redder, crushes Harry's hand again)
"Babe, easy—"

LOUIS: "Sorry." (relaxes his fingers, lets his hand lay there limply) "Sorry. I'm stressed." (pushes
his fringe out of his eyes) "I'm nervous. Feels like a freaking audition all over again. I'm excited
and I want it but like... I wanna vom."

HARRY: (pulls his hand away) "One thing at a time then. Let's buy tickets first."

LOUIS: "Why did you do that?"

HARRY: "What?"

LOUIS: "Pull away."

HARRY: "I thought. It was making you anxious. It was too much."
LOUIS: "Holding hands is too much?"

HARRY: "For you—for now, for now it's too much. Let's buy tickets."

LOUIS: (embarrassed, almost in one breath) "Fuck you—I hate myself."

HARRY: (chuckles) "And I love you..." (short silence, both looking at each other) "I think we're
good."

LOUIS: (can't stop blushing and has noticed at this point, palming his face) "Yeah, okay."

HARRY: (pulls Louis' hand away from his eyes) "We're good?"

LOUIS: (stares at him for a few seconds, gulps, licks his lips) "Yeah." (they fond some more before
Louis' blinks awake) "Don't tell the others."

HARRY: "That we're dating?"

LOUIS: "No, um..." (busted look) "I sort...of uh did all that." (rushed) "Hope you don't mind. Hope
you didn't have a ceremony in mind. I just needed it done, like immediately, I needed all that over
with so I didn't have to think about it and so it was official. I couldn't back out anymore and hide. I
just...now it's done. Now I am and we are and it's done."

HARRY: (doesn't know what to say) "As long as you're happy, love. That's all I want."

LOUIS: "The pet-names have like tripled."

HARRY: "What?"
LOUIS: "You call me stuff more often now."

HARRY: (his turn to blush) "Sorry. I'm just used to—I go overboard. I get very cheesy and I think
of you now, I think. Sorry, I'll reduce. How's one a conversation?"

LOUIS: (shrugs) "I don't care." (barely audible) "I don't want them to lose meaning that's all. When
you say it now it makes me giddy and I don't want that to end—I don't want it to be a routine. It's
very special to me."

HARRY: (brings Louis' hand to his lips, kisses it, Louis almost yanks it away, jerks but stays put)
"Don't worry." (stares at him warmly) "Even if this becomes routine, I'll find new ways to make you
feel special. I'll make sure you always know."

LOUIS: (groans with a smile on his face) "You are so cheesy. I have diarrhea just listening to you."

HARRY: "What? I'm in love."

LOUIS: "Ugh, do you smell that? I shat my pants."(Harry pulls a face) "So, so, so, so, so cheesy."
(smirking, lip half-bit) "I knew you'd be like this too."

HARRY: (teasing) "You thought about me in a relationship."

LOUIS: "Not with me but you were, uh, you were nice with other people so I knew you'd be nice
with me too." (immediately) "But I didn't think we would be. It wasn't like I thought about what we
would be."

HARRY: "If by nice you mean obsessed then yeah. I am and will be."

LOUIS: (more serious) "You shouldn't be."

HARRY: "Oh?"

LOUIS: "It shouldn't be about obsession. It's too intense. It's been very intense until now, between
us. And I'm not saying we should not be like intensely attracted to each other because...I am, a
lot..."

HARRY: (breathy) "Same. So much."

LOUIS: (distracted but shakes it off) "I'm just saying I don't want to be that on all the time. I have
you and it's a bit confusing now to think of that but I don't want to always be thinking of that. I want
to reach a stage where I'm happy and calm and content and..." (bites his lip again, small) "And
secure with you. Enough that I don't have to be thinking of it all the time." (ashamed, self-
demeaning) "And I'm rambling like an idiot, in a movie theatre, with people around and our movie
starting."

HARRY: (smiles) "I'm more than happy to skip the movie if I can hear you rambling all day."

LOUIS: (rolls his eyes) "What next? You want to travel the world with my pre-cum as your only
source of water and my farts as your oxygen supply?"

HARRY: (stunned) "I—oh—uh, that can be arranged too."

LOUIS: (drags him to the ticket line) "Come. I know what you're trying to do, but it's not gonna
work."

HARRY: (makes himself heavier but moves to wait behind a bunch of other people) "What am I
trying to do?"

LOUIS: "Make us miss James Bond so you can watch your stupid chef movie since you were a
baker and what not."

HARRY: (grins) "Not quite."

LOUIS: "What then?"

HARRY: (wraps his arms around Louis from behind, nuzzles his nose in Louis' neck under his ear)
"Make us miss James Bond so I can kiss you all over at home since you've been teasing me all
day."

LOUIS: (elbows Harry in the chest lightly) "Don't be a hermit. We're on a date. I'm a classy man."

HARRY: (whiny) "But we have all these movies at home and they're great and they can be
watched in various states of undress."

LOUIS: (snorts in disbelief) "Don't be naughty, Styles."

HARRY: (hugs him tighter, kisses his temple) "I won't. I'll be a good boy—"

LOUIS: "Nope. None of that. Children give me PTSD. I don't want you to be my child."

HARRY: (laughing genuinely) "Fine. You can be my child."

LOUIS: "Even creepier somehow."

HARRY: "Fine. We can both be full consenting, functioning adults."

LOUIS: (dry) "How vanilla of you."

HARRY: (gruff, confessing) "I bought you expensive underwear...Sexy, sexy underwear. I can't
wait to see you in them. I'm hard just thinking about it now."
LOUIS: "Harry! People."

HARRY: (whispers lower now) "I know, babe, but fuck 'em."

LOUIS: (almost amused in his shock) "Harold, when did you?"

HARRY: "When did I what?"

LOUIS: "Become someone that swears, god damn, who hurt you? Who ruined you?"

HARRY: (rolls his eyes, sideways smirk) "You."

LOUIS: (mock shock) "Me?!"

HARRY: "You said you liked it. It made you..um, hot and bothered? Which I want a lot. Now."

LOUIS: "Now? Waiting in line?"

HARRY: (nods eagerly) "Now. Always. Whenever. I'm dying for it."

LOUIS: "You're filthy—wait, let's get this first." (Harry whines when Louis tries to pull away from his
hug) "Haz, wait, wait." (chuckles, the girl behind the glass raises an amused eyebrow, Louis
coughs, suddenly aware of other people) "Two for "Spectre", please. The one right now."

HARRY: (gives him space, only one hand resting on Louis' waist lightly, joking) "Last second to
make the right decision."

LOUIS: "Idiot, quit." (notices the girl frowns at the insult) "I'm whipped, don't worry. He's just
dumb." (she gives quick smile slides the tickets over) "Thanks, love."
HARRY: (both walk over to the concessions stand, Harry pouting) "You'll call her love but not
me?"

LOUIS: "That's a different kind of love. That's the you're-cute-and-helpful love."

HARRY: "Cute?" (pout deepens) "No."

LOUIS: "In a platonic Eleanor sense."

HARRY: "She's not cute. I'm cute."

LOUIS: "You are cute. Very cute, especially jealous like this. It suits you."

HARRY: "And me? What kind of love am I?"

LOUIS: "The I-wanna-court-you-fairly-but-really-it's-hard-not-to-just-take-you-home-and-have-my-

way-with-you love."

HARRY: (eyebrows high, high-pitched) "Really!?"

LOUIS: "No, airhead. I'm teasing you. I love seeing you waddle like a duck because those jeans
are not letting your hard-on breathe."

HARRY: (gaping) "How did--no!" (Louis laughs) "You're evil!"

LOUIS: "I'm not. I do want to be fair with you. With myself too. I don't want us to be like those
couples that disappear from being humans once they're together. And all they do is suck face at
home, never wear pants and have condoms laying around."
HARRY:"What's wrong with that? I like all that."

LOUIS: "Course you do."

HARRY:"You're still teasing me."

LOUIS: (smirks) "I'm mad with power."

HARRY: "You are. You're killing me." (pulls Louis back to his chest again in the same position as
before, as Louis observes the food choices, hugging him from behind, chin on Louis' shoulder)
"Now that you gave me one cuddle, you have to put up with me forever. I am leechy."

LOUIS: "We should get a combo, cheaper. And peaches. And the sour things."

HARRY: "Whatever you want, bubby. I just want you."

LOUIS: "And chocolate bites and coke, big cokes, and everything my eyes see here. Give them all
our inheritance with how expensive shit is."

HARRY: (cutely) "Okie. Baby wants, baby has."

LOUIS: (pushes him away playfully to order) "Ugh. You're too good."

HARRY: (Louis orders the snacks while Harry can't help looking at him like he's rare and shiny
and beautiful and amazing and sliced bread) "You're too good."

LOUIS: "Original compliment there. Did it take long to think of?"

HARRY: "You are." (longing) "God, you are. You are so good."
LOUIS: (hands full of snacks) "A little help here if you're done fawning?"

HARRY: (grabs the popcorn and candy while Louis holds the cokes) "I can't stop wanting to say
that I love you."

LOUIS: (sipping from the coke) "Do stop."

HARRY: "Okay, I'll try."

LOUIS: (cheeky) "Awesome."

HARRY: (Harry hands the two tickets to the usher) "We should have watched the chef movie.
Bradley Cooper, he's great--he's lovely."

LOUIS: "Stop for a second."

HARRY: "What? You're allowed to flirt with ticket girls but I can't love Bradley Cooper?"

LOUIS: "What? No, stop." (Harry stops walking, Louis is putting down the cokes on a bench) "Put
those down too."

HARRY: "What are we doing?"

LOUIS: (fishing out his phone) "Taking a selfie."

HARRY: "What?"

LOUIS: "I'm documenting." (pulls Harry's shirt so he comes closer) "Come, fish-face. Be
annoyingly cute for me." (Harry leans in, kisses Louis on the cheek as Louis takes the picture)
"Ok." (stares at the picture, finally a smile splits his face) "I like it. Give me the ticket?"

HARRY: "Which one? This?"

LOUIS: "Yeah, give me one. You can throw the other one out."

HARRY: "They won't check again. It's theatre thirteen." (hands Louis the tickets anyway, goes to
pick up the food) "What do you need it for?"

LOUIS: (still staring at his phone with a stupid smile on his face) "Our book."

HARRY: "We have a book?"

LOUIS: (puts the ticket and the phone in his back pocket, picks up the cokes) "Yeah, we'll have a
book. Of memories. And this will be one. Date one." (notices the awe in Harry's face, blushes)
"What?! Jealous I thought of it first? Jealous I'm gonna be cheesier than you for once? Jealous
you wish you were so smart and smitten that you thought of it? Huh? Aren't you? Piss off with that
smile."

HARRY: "I am."

LOUIS: "Good. Be. I did it better."

HARRY: (smirks, quoting Louis) "I did that good; you did that shit?"

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Is Louis comfortable with his newfound relationship? What does
he still struggle with? What makes him happy?
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104. Daring

A/N: AM update! I've realized that this year and some that I've been writing this book I've made a
lot of mistakes and so have the characters. The plot isn't perfect and I'm not even close as an
author. But maybe that's what has made the book more relatable. We all mess up. I've grown with
these two idiots and I hope you have to, at least a little bit. I do love my readers and fans. I joke
about being an ass but I care for all of you, I want you to know that.

BIG THANKS: To the confibabies who gave my other story a chance.

MOOD: "Echoes in the Rain" by Enya

***

Chapter 104: Daring

LOUIS: (entering Harry's room, comfortably holding hands) "He looked old! He looked like he was
gonna fall apart. How many James Bonds have there been? Is he like a reincarnating soul of
bellendry?"
HARRY: (closes the door, not letting go of Louis' hand) "They all look the same to me. But yeah,
they have to find someone else soon probably."

LOUIS: (pulls on Harry's hand so they're chest to chest, smiles coyly) "And you? Will you find
someone else soon too?"

HARRY: (grinning) "No." (pushes Louis' fringe out of his eyes, kisses his forehead) "I have all I
need right here."

LOUIS: (goes up on his toes, practically bouncing in excitement) "Sure? Sure you don't need
anything else?" (licking his lips) "Nothing I can give you to um, make it better perhaps? Nothing
you're missing?"

HARRY: (chuckles) "I remember when I was bad at flirting."

LOUIS: (stunned, recovers, shoves Harry's chest) "Dick! Ruin the mood, why don't ya?" (walks in
the room, dramatic) "And here I was just trying to make your greatest fantasies come true. You
wanna die of blue balls, fine by me." (to himself) "I very well noticed the bulge you had throughout
the entire movie but by any means, have your balls burst."

HARRY: (follows him in, takes his shoes off, laughs) "You're the one constantly adding the word
shit to our foreplays. And then you say I ruin the mood."

LOUIS: (points his tongue out, kicking off his vans) "Yuck. Shit-play."

HARRY: "Yup, yuck." (grabs the bottom of Louis' shirt, pulls him close again, nose to nose, pulling
at each other's clothing while giggling like schoolboys) "Unfortunately for you, Mr. Tomlinson, it
takes more than that to ruin my mood." (palms Louis' waist to stop him from rough-housing) "I'm
always on with you around." (licks the tip of Louis' nose, Louis ew-s, smacks his chest) "Broken
switch."

LOUIS: "Yeah?" (backs away slowly, teasing him) "I don't see it..." (jumps on the bed, landing on
his ass, sits there innocently, blinking up at Harry through his lashes) "You seem pretty off now.
Who took out the battery?"

HARRY: (frozen, fisting and unfisting his hands, dragging his large pupils from Louis' legs to his
torso to his face) "Don't play with fire, princess."

LOUIS: (smirks) "All talk out there but here you get all quiet? Veeery disappointing."

HARRY: (smirks back) "Warning you."

LOUIS: (puts his hand on the bump on his crotch) "I'm quite scared, as you can see."

HARRY: (gulps, realizes how loud the gulp is, nervously laughs) "I'll probably start drooling any
time now, just warning you. Or pass out because there's no blood left in my body, let me tell you.
These jeans are seeing their last moments before..." (imitates a ripping sound, Louis laughs)

LOUIS: "What do you expect from girl jeans? I'm surprised your huge one fits in there soft." (Harry
makes a small whimpering sound, adjusts himself painfully) "Need help?" (raises a hand) "Smaller
palms, scoop it out of there." (Harry is between blushing, chuckling and moaning) "Come?"

HARRY: (nods, looks at Louis seriously) "But slow, okay?" (Louis nods, Harry walks up to him,
gets on the bed, sits down beside Louis, pats his lap) "As slow as you need. We have time for
scooping and teasing and torturing me." (places his hand on Louis' hand and squeezes) "No need
to do it all at once."

LOUIS: (nods again, visibly relieved, notices Harry's waiting for him, gingerly crawls into Harry's
lap to straddle him, blushes when Harry hums in pleasure) "...I bet you've dreamed about this."

HARRY: (wrapping his arms around Louis' waist but only touching his back, rubbing it slowly,
lowered voice, huskier) "I have. Many times." (shuffles Louis in a more comfortable straddle) "But
nothing compares to having it be real."

LOUIS: (all nervous chuckles, blushed cheeks, wet lips and glossy eyes) "There's no off switch to
your cheese, huh? It's like a broken nacho drip."

HARRY: (kisses Louis' cheek, knowingly) "You're scared."

LOUIS: (gulps, chuckles, inhales) "I...uh..."

HARRY: "Should we stop?"

LOUIS: "No, no." (palms Harry's face with both hands) "No, it's okay." (brings Harry's face closer,
closes his eyes, takes a few deeper breaths) "I've just never been allowed this before so I'm not
used to it..."

HARRY: "This?" (kisses Louis' lips) "The kisses?"

LOUIS: (nods, breathing faster) "Yeah. That." (hands caress down to move so one is on Harry's
neck, the other pushing the long curls back) "This. I was never allowed to touch a boy like this."
(leans down, captures Harry's bottom lip between his, runs his tongue along it, sucks, lets it slide
out, pulls back) "But I wanted to, god, I wanted to."

HARRY: "Louis..."

LOUIS: (wraps his arms around Harry's neck to pull him fully to his body) "And with you, I couldn't
help but cheat and let myself pretend." (they share another kiss, Louis moans into it, a low, sighing
sound) "--Pretend it was friendly." (another kiss, their bodies move against each other without
them noticing, undulating with the kisses) "Pretend friends did stuff like this..."

HARRY: "I'm as scared as you. I'm as scared as you, Lou." (cheeks pressed together, both
clutching to each other, gripping clothes manically as if they'll be ripped apart) "I'm terrified too,
baby. We're in this together. We've been since the beginning." (kisses Louis' cheekbones then
down his jaw) "Exact same page."

LOUIS: (pulls back slightly so Harry's lips detach and they can make eye contact again) "Can I
take off my shirt?"

HARRY: "Can I help you?" (Louis' shoulders rise with his breath before he nods, Harry smiles at
him) "I'm warning you though..." (embarrassed chuckle as he peels Louis' t-shirt off his body,
Louis' hands in the air, his hair tussled once it pops out of the collar) "I'm not gonna last long like
this."

LOUIS: (raises an eyebrow) "Like what?"

HARRY: (blushes, avoids Louis' eyes by looking at his chest tattoo instead) "I'm so attracted to
you and this, yeah..." (running his hands up Louis' sides, one hand sliding towards the middle to
trace the line in between Louis' abs) "It's so hot to me." (finger reaches the waistline of Louis'
boxers, Louis' breath hitches, Harry reacts at the sound) "So hot, babe."

LOUIS: (flushes, flexes reflexively like a show off) "You're gonna cum in your pants, Styles?"
(rocks on Harry's lap, smug) "Just from this?" (raises up only to come back down, mimicking
riding) "A bit embarrassing, no?"

HARRY: "No." (nuzzles Louis' collarbone, kissing it, licking up his neck, hissing when Louis' rolls
his hips again) "Why would it be?" (kisses underneath Louis' ear) "You're what I've been waiting
for and yeah..." (chuckles against Louis' skin, making Louis squeak from being ticklish) "Yeah,
maybe me finishing before even starting isn't the best opening act but..." (kisses Louis' cheek,
pulls back, smiles warmly) "But so what? We'll have all our lives to get marathons in. I have years
to impress you. I'll build up."

LOUIS: (opens his mouth, so touched he doesn't know what to say) "I-"

HARRY: "I know, it's cheesy, I know. I keep..." (shakes his head with a dumb grin) "Keep being
like that, it's just...I'm happy, Lou. You make me really happy. This is the happiest I've been and I
can't stop being shocked at it, how good it feels."

LOUIS: "Actually, I was going to say that..." (face heats up, he plays with Harry's shirt, unbuttoning
it slowly to reveal Harry's tanned, inked chest) "I'd like that a lot." (pulls himself together, coughs) "I
like the longevity in that statement, I guess."
HARRY: "I'm clingy, remember?"

LOUIS: (leans in again, both smiling giddily) "Very. And needy."

HARRY: (kisses him) "Super so."

LOUIS: "Hard to rid off."

HARRY: "Mhmm."

LOUIS: "Why are you scared?"

HARRY: "Because I want this so much. I don't want to ruin it." (drawing circles in Louis' chest
before poking his nose) "I want this to be the best experience for you."

LOUIS: (sarcastic) "I don't know, curly. Competition's tough. I mean Eleanor's teeth really sunk
themselves in there. Oof-"

HARRY: (yanks Louis forward by his pants) "Don't!"

LOUIS: (eyebrows high) "What? It was bad."

HARRY: (half-whimpered) "Don't. I get jealous." (hugs Louis, hides his pouty face on Louis' neck)
"You're mine. I can't listen to that anymore. I can't not care anymore." (pouty) "You're my
boyfriend. You're mine."

LOUIS: (amused) "I am." (pulls Harry's face out of the crook of his neck to look at his expression,
becomes more solemn when Harry apologizes) "No, I understand. Same thing happened with Ed."
(difficulty saying it) "Before I was... Now, no." (shaking his head) "Now, it would hurt. A lot. It would
break my heart if you did."

HARRY: "I'd never."

LOUIS: "It would..." (not finding words) "I'd...probably cry."

HARRY: (kisses him, promises against Louis' mouth) "I would never, my love." (kisses him again,
two quick pecks, stays close, both have their eyes open) "Never lose you like that."

LOUIS: "I trust you."

HARRY: (nods, cracks a smile again) "Man, we both suck at foreplay, huh?"

LOUIS: "Yeah!" (rolls his eyes at himself, dry) "Let's bring up our ex-s and sad shit-that'll work. I
bet that has your boner wavering." (speaking for the boner, as the boner, Ms. Boner) "Should I
come, Haz? Are you all ready up there? No? Tears, you're in tears? Ok, I won't disturb you then
even though this piece of ass is looking yummy right now, but no, I'm sure you have more
important issues than this glorious, glorious ass."

HARRY: (laughing out loud, head thrown back) "Enough." (smitten) "She still adores you." (they
both look down between their bodies) "Besides, you're sitting on her real good so I don't think
she's sleeping anytime soon."

LOUIS: "Real good?" (jerks forward, Harry gasps, Louis starts rolling his hips slowly, eyes never
leaving Harry's) "This feels good for you?"

HARRY: (breathy, shuddering with each time Louis presses down) "You have no idea. Uh-fuck,
babe, Lou..."

LOUIS: (biting his lip) "I thought of you like this."

HARRY: (breathless) "Hmm?"

LOUIS: "I often-" (Harry curses, jerks up, squeezes his big hand around Louis' thighs) "I, uh. I
touched myself at times...to this...to my imagination of this..." (looks at Harry who is hungrily
looking at Louis' pants, trying to figure out a way for them to rhythmically rock against each other,
time their thrusts to rub on top of clothes) "I wanna get off now..."

HARRY: (eyes fly up to Louis', widen) "Ye-yeah?"

LOUIS: (shuts his eyes tight, nods) "I'm sorry."

HARRY: "For what? It's okay."

LOUIS: "For not letting myself for so long. For allowing us to have bad times. For letting you get
hurt." (blindly reaches for Harry, hugs him) "This was supposed to be like this from the start. I'm a
coward."

HARRY: (hugs him back) "We're so close now because we went through that, Louis." (kisses his
temple) "I don't regret a single sad up moment, not one. I don't regret a single fight. We would
have had them anyway. We needed to sort things out, become better people-that's what people
do when they're single, they get their shit together so when they start things like this-amazing
things like this that will last until the end-they can be ready." (lays on his back, pulling Louis with
him so Louis is laying on his chest, runs his fingers down Louis' naked back) "We struggled to get
here, yes, but I don't care. Nothing matters. Nothing but here."

LOUIS: (resting his cheek on Harry's collarbone, hand grasping Harry's bicep) "I'm at the edge. It
feels like that... like if I let go I'll want this so much and so soon and so immediately, I won't know
where to begin."

HARRY: "Here." (brings Louis' face up, kisses him softly, a few minutes of kisses and gentle
tongues and fingers caressing warm cheeks, and teeth sinking on swelling happy lips) "Here, love,
slowly."
LOUIS: "My hands..."

HARRY: (grabs Louis' shaking hands and places them on his own face) "Here." (his own hands
lock around Louis' waist, as they kiss again) "I'll guide you. Say line and I'll tell you. Step by step.
I'm always here."

LOUIS: (caresses Harry's cheeks with his thumbs) "You're so beautiful--shit!" (sniffles, laughs at
himself, blinks rapidly) "You're making me emotional. God. I hate you, I'm dying here with your
eyes like..." (another chuckle) "I definitely wasn't expecting this." (gazes at Harry adoringly, eyes
crinkled and soft, wet in disbelief) "You're so, so out of my league."

HARRY: "I'm all yours."

LOUIS: (nods, almost tearfully) "I know. I know." (leans forward to kiss him once, not pulling back
completely so their bottom lips touch as he speaks) "I think..." (places another kiss on Harry's
expecting lips, eyes shut) "I don't think. I know. I know..." (one teardrop falls down Louis' cheek
and lands on Harry's face) "I'm...gone for you. Worse. I hide it but trust me..." (chuckles wetly) "It's
worst, it's way worse than you, how whipped I am. You're my world, Harry."

HARRY: (opens his mouth) "I lo-"

LOUIS: (kisses him to shut him up) "No." (kisses him again, opens his eyes) "My turn, don't steal."
(Harry's eyes go wide in realization, Louis smiles) "I'm in love with you, you goddamned shy,
stupid, clumsy, filthy, embarrassing idiot." (Harry's tearing up as well)"When did you become my
everything?"

***

AHHHHHHHWWHEHRREFGHUGGUGUGUn - me

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: When do you think did Louis really fall for Harry? Which part of
the story would you guess was his first realization?
Me thinks, update train into the end of this saga. Cho-cho!

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105. Deep Down

A/N: I know you guys like action and Larry but this chapter is very special to me because I feel like
in writing Louis this open and vulnerable I have also shared a part of my soul and my deepest
insecurities. I think this chapter rings especially true and I want this book to be about more than
just Larry so please, take your time to read it even if it's not smut.

MOOD: "Writing's On The Wall" by Sam Smith

Chapter 105: Deep Down

LOUIS: (walking into the office, sitting on the couch, clapping his hands) "Hello Julian. How is my
favorite of bros today?"

JULIAN: "My, my what a change in attitude. Someone had happy soup."

LOUIS: (constantly smiling) "I've had an awesome week."

JULIAN: "How so?" (wiggles his eyebrows) "Anything happen in the boyfriend department?"

LOUIS: "Yes. No. Kind of. Not really. Not much but yes, a bit."

JULIAN: "Progress then?"

LOUIS: "I'm good with the kissing now." (nodding to himself) "Kissing I've become an expert at so
that's good. It's fluid, I get what we're doing. I'm like, catching up fast."

JULIAN: "Kissing's achievement unlocked then. What's step two?"

LOUIS: "I've also done the bed thing."

JULIAN: "The bed thing?"

LOUIS: "Not like sex, but be on the bed. We've been on the bed together."

JULIAN: (amused) "Don't you sleep with him every night?"

LOUIS: "Yes, but yesterday night, after some heavy kissing, we slept properly." (Julian nods
slowly) "He hugged me properly all night. Like..." (trying to imitate it on himself) "Really tight and
close, it was great. Slept like a rock."

JULIAN: "You should do more of that then." (Louis perks up, nods hugely) "Did he use to hug you
before?"

LOUIS: "Here and there. In a platonic way...which I realize probably wasn't that platonic anyway."

JULIAN: "How do you figure that?"

LOUIS: "Well, we both enjoyed it. We both felt better during it. He'd come back late from things,
climb in bed and I'd feel like...finally, god." (snorts under his breath) "Um, not something I'd ever
felt with my bro friends so not platonic really, but I let it slide—like this..." (puts his hands over his
eyes) "I was like that."
JULIAN: "Eyes closed?"

LOUIS: "Blind. I didn't exist."

JULIAN: "How does one not exist? Teach me. I wanna be doing that every time I write my
research papers."

LOUIS: (cracks a grin) "You just make a decision that when you're somewhere, for me it was the
shower for a long time—when I was in the shower with the lights off and the water hot, there was
nothing else. Nothing to worry about because no world: just me, alone completely."

JULIAN: "Is it scary to be alone?"

LOUIS: (shakes his head but slows down to think of it) "Sometimes." (thoughtful) "Different kinds
of alone."

JULIAN: "Like what? What kinds?"

LOUIS: (snorts) "The I-have-no-friends kind."

JULIAN: "That's a bad kind?" (Louis nods) "What's another?"

LOUIS: "The you-could-die-tomorrow-no-one-would-care kind."

JULIAN: "Have you ever felt that kind?"

LOUIS: (hesitates) "Yeah..." (tries to chuckle) "But why you gotta be ruining my mood like this,
Jul?"

JULIAN: "Sorry, sorry. What's the good kind of alone?"

LOUIS: "Peaceful. Safe. No expectations. No one's looking at you or judging you or talking about
you behind your back. You don't have to put up a mask. Or try. You just know you're safe because
you're alone."

JULIAN: "Can you feel all those things without being alone?"

LOUIS: "Yeah. When I'm in the dark." (raises his fingers in quotation marks) "It's like a place: the
in the dark."

JULIAN: "Like the shower?"

LOUIS: "An extension. Because you can be in the dark without having to be alone. Or in the
shower."

JULIAN: (covers his eyes) "Like this?"

LOUIS: (nods, blushes) "Yeah, it's dumb. I don't know why I'd ever admit to it out loud—it's the
dumbest. It's childish, I know."

JULIAN: "It is. But it's also effective. Sometimes all people need to pull themselves together is a
moment to breathe. And be alone."

LOUIS: (gulps) "Should I be talking about this?"

JULIAN: "What do you mean?"

LOUIS: "I've been good. I'm happy now. Should I be talking about my low points? Won't that
trigger me into falling back there? Why focus on the bad if it's no longer bad?"
JULIAN: "I understand. It's a bit of a kill joy." (Louis smiles faintly, nods) "We talk about it when
you're happy because a happy person is one with enough effort to battle these issues. Some
things are in us, whether we're happy or sad. They're in this dark place in our minds full of
memories and hopes and fears we've pushed aside to survive. And every day we focus on the
now because if we were dwelling on the bad, we would be too stuck to do anything."

LOUIS: "Seems to me like instead of opening that door, you should invest in a better one. Two
doors, back to back. With a space in between. A net to catch the small bad things, like flies. And
perhaps a fence. An electric fence."

JULIAN: "You put a lot of thought into that, didn't you?"

LOUIS: (nods) "Planning ahead."

JULIAN: "But then you'll always be scared of what's behind. At some point, if we want to be okay
with ourselves, we have to come face to face with all of it. We have to open the door and say hi to
those demons and hear them sob and hear them whine and eventually accept it is something that
has happened to us. It's part of us but it's not all of us."

LOUIS: "If that were the case then boy, do I have a lot of people to face. I'd be stuck down there
for fucking centuries shaking hands with every insecurity one by one, and every mistake I made
since I was a kid. Like I'd come out an old man--my hand would cramp."

JULIAN: "That's why we have therapy."

LOUIS: "I'm not a character. I don't have one knot. All my problems don't just stem from one spot
that I can fix and then bam, I am a new me—end of the book. If you go down there in the dark
part, you'll find knots upon knots, tangled in a web of bullshit. You won't know which one to touch
first. Like a bomb, being dissected by a colorblind person. My mind is a bomb."

JULIAN: "Pick one and follow the thread. That would be my strategy."

LOUIS: (laughs) "The metaphor is overextending itself."

JULIAN: "Is it?" (smiles) "You're an intelligent man, just pick one."

LOUIS: "One knot?"

JULIAN: "Yeah, one thing you think would be your knot if you were a character. One kernel of
badness from which come many symptoms."

LOUIS: "Um, like if I had to write a character like myself?"

JULIAN: "Sure."

LOUIS: "What would his issue be? The inner conflict?"

JULIAN: "Exactly."

LOUIS: "Well, if I was writing myself, I'd probably make the character obnoxious, and loud."
(laughs at himself, a tinge of poignancy) "And the knot would be that he only had friends because
he was a class clown when he was younger. He'd be very annoying to befriend, of course, like..."
(motions clinging with his hands) "Overwhelming, he'd try your patience for sure."

JULIAN: "Do you think you try your friends' patience?"

LOUIS: "A bit, yeah... I have this technique, you see? I have many friends. Huge groups, groups
upon groups. A squad, colleagues, littles, inner gang, lads, many friends so I can divide my week
up to depend on each person separately so I am never alone but I'm never leaning on anyone for
too long."

JULIAN: "That seems to require a lot of coordination."

LOUIS: (chuckles) "It does."

JULIAN: "Does it ever get exhausting?"

LOUIS: (one-sided shrug) "Yeah, sometimes. Sometimes it gets...um, all-consuming. Like all I
think about is being with people."

JULIAN: "Do you like being alone?"

LOUIS: "We talked about—"

JULIAN: "I meant, do you ever during this color-coded week, just stay on your own, with yourself.
Just you and yourself."

LOUIS: (opens his mouth, stuck) "No...I guess not. I'm very dependent, have been since I was
young so I've uh...I've figured out ways. I've become really skilled at automatically booking my
time so I'm never alone. I don't even notice doing it. Sometimes I'm tired as hell and about to go to
bed when someone hits me up and I'll get out of bed, get dressed, go for drinks even though I'm
shit-tired because the opportunity is there."

JULIAN: "Was this you before you met Harry?"

LOUIS: "Oh, yeah, a lot of that was pre-Harry. I thought that was clear. After Harry came in the
picture, things changed a lot."

JULIAN: "How?"

LOUIS: "He's...good with me."

JULIAN: "What do you mean?"

LOUIS: "He doesn't get sick of me. And he lets me sleep when I'm tired or be silent when I'm hurt
or be moody when I've had a long day or be...like a terribly boring human being some days when I
want to do nothing and it helps me."

JULIAN: "Aren't we all super boring some days? Should we be expected to be on all the time?"

LOUIS: "Before Harry, I thought I had to be, yes. All the time."

JULIAN: "Why?"

LOUIS: "Otherwise, my friends would hate me."

JULIAN: "Hate you?"

LOUIS: "Maybe not hate me but drop me. I get...heavy. Not many people handle heaviness well.
And I like talking about stuff, about dark stuff and feelings sometimes and—and I know I could
never do that with the lads or anyone but Harry and Niall really. They'd look at me like I'd lost my
freaking mind."

JULIAN: "What do you do with 'the lads'?"

LOUIS: "Don't know. Talk about things, like things that are coming up or joke. Or drink. I'll hear
them out, stuff like that."

JULIAN: "What do you talk about with Niall?"

LOUIS: "Kind of similar things but I call him when I'm sad so he's not as shocked of my sadness.
Before Harry, Niall used to get a lot of my calls because I was really bad at being...functioning, I
suppose."
JULIAN: "Functioning?"

LOUIS: "I knew you'd ask about that. I don't know how to explain it... like some things I know and
do now, that make me a better person for myself and others, I'd never do then."

JULIAN: "Like what?"

LOUIS: (purses his lips) "Admit I was wrong, for one. Or sad..." (gulps) "Or angry, um, like before
exploding, I'd keep my anger in and when I did get too angry I'd just...go off on people, badly, like
scream at them. They'd be very weirded out because I'd usually be chill and apathetic and seem
to care about nothing. It would catch them off guard. I'd always feel like shit straight after like I was
being all crazy again."

JULIAN: "What did you explode about most?"

LOUIS: "Not what, like who. I had certain people that really triggered me. They were extremely
nice people but I hated them because I hated myself and who I was compared to them."

JULIAN: "Who would be one?"

LOUIS: "Eleanor, this girl I hooked up with occasionally. Her mostly. I was an ass to her, like an
absolute ass. Sometimes she'd come to work and say 'good morning' and I was already wanting to
go after her—it was sick."

JULIAN: "Why her do you think?"

LOUIS: "She uh... She's..." (sniffles) "Sorry, um, I hate talking about this. I feel bad. Like I..." (takes
a deep breath, collects himself) "She was nice to me and I like trusted her...a lot, very early. I
trusted her because she wouldn't hurt me and I told her stuff accidentally or not, I don't..."

JULIAN: "You told her stuff when you needed someone to open up with."
LOUIS: "Yeah, that. I slipped up and I like..." (struggled) "Made myself vulnerable. And when I
remembered, I felt threatened by her because she knew things that I'd told her—she hadn't even
asked to be put in that position—but she knew things so I was constantly on the offensive like..."
(talking so fast he's out of breath) "Like at any point I was expecting her to betray me and I'd be
ready to protect myself or maybe that I had to destroy her and shut her up as soon as there was a
chance because I couldn't—I had to protect myself."

JULIAN: "What did she know? What's one of the things you were scared she would reveal?"

LOUIS: "That I wasn't like the others, like other boys. She's very pretty so she'd been with other
boys before me and... I knew I was different in stuff I did. But I wanted the boys—my friends,
everyone really, to think I was the same so I was scared she'd tell." (self-deprecating snort) "So I
called her a slut and made her feel bad about sleeping with other people because that was the
problem. She had people to compare me with and I just pushed the fault on her."

JULIAN: "How were you different?"

LOUIS: (long silence, Louis furrowing his eyebrows thinking) "I'm...scared, I guess. Of things. Of
intimate things. I hooked up all the time but I dreaded it, it was painful. It hurt me emotionally,
made me feel so inadequate. Hooking up is supposed to boost your ego, make you feel wanted,
better. But for me it was hell, I felt like trash."

JULIAN: "Why did you do it then?"

LOUIS: "To be a normal boy." (smiles sadly) "I needed to because everyone else was doing it and
I needed to seem like them. Plus..."

JULIAN: "Yeah?"

LOUIS: (sighs) "A lot of my stories and humor and who I was to these people relied on me making
fun of my hookups, the idiot ladies and the idiot stories and I was that kid, that douche—the frat
boy who made fun of women—and my friends liked it. They...you know how sometimes you know
which sides of yourself your friends prefer? Like one friend likes the jock side of you or the mean
side or the silly side so you play it up when you're with them? Well, with all—most of them, I was
the sassy womanizer since college. They enjoyed it. It made them laugh."

JULIAN: "Did you enjoy being that?"

LOUIS: "I wasn't that. It was a front. Inside, I was...well, a fucking mess to be quite honest, but I
also had different parts of me, parts I couldn't say to them because they wouldn't make sense with
the narrative. They'd be like out of character. If you're the womanizer character, you don't get to
say stuff like I cry over romantic comedies."

JULIAN: (smiles) "Does anyone know that about you?"

LOUIS: (looks down to hide his fond) "Harry. He knows a lot. It's hard to keep things from him. He
knows a lot of sides. Almost all. I'm complete around him, in his eyes. I have many sides."

JULIAN: "Why do you think that is?"

LOUIS: "He sees through my fronts. He... back to the character metaphor, he sees like my..."
(points at his chest) "Here. Like my core, the small me inside. He sees that. Everyone else sees
the mask or the face I'm putting on and he sees the source of all the masks and how they relate
together—this makes no sense I'm sorry."

JULIAN: "It makes a lot of sense. Continue. When did you realize that? That he had this x-ray sort
of vision?"

LOUIS: "I don't know. At first, I was scared to hang out with him. He'd probably laugh if he heard
that because he was terrified of me himself but I was too because I'd say stuff—the same stuff I
said to Niall and Josh and Liam, the rest of the gang..."

JULIAN: "The stupid jokes and the hook up stories?"

LOUIS: "Yeah, something like that. The extreme sass and the meanness, joking meanness. Me
pretending I don't give a damn basically. I'd be like that and he'd...get offended because that's
him..." (smiles as he speaks) "He's a sweetheart and I knew that about him, maybe I did the jokes
on purpose, to push him, to get his attention, get a rise out of him—like poke at him. But as I was
doing that, in my mind I was praying that he noticed."

JULIAN: "Noticed what?"

LOUIS: "That this wasn't me. That this was the game, the character, the mask—that I was more. It
was a game I was playing. And I wanted him to see that."

JULIAN: "Did he?"

LOUIS: "Yeah. He...He didn't do anything I don't think, he never told me. But he'd let me strip of
that. I could do things like say nice stuff and he wouldn't blink like he wasn't expecting it from me.
The more the inner me leaked out, the more he seemed to like me. It was very nice to feel."

JULIAN: "What's the inner you?"

LOUIS: (squirming, somewhat embarrassed, palming his face) "Soft. Like so soft. I care so much
and get so, like I don't know, probably the side of me that feels like crying when he talks about me
in a nice way. That's the inner side—like I can't believe I'm good in his eyes and I get so awed
about it."

JULIAN: "The you who cries at romantic comedies?"

LOUIS: "Yeah."

JULIAN: "Is Harry the only one who sees that side?"

LOUIS: (shrugs) "Not anymore. You are. Now. And some other people." (makes a circle with his
fingers) "The circle has widened. More people are included."
JULIAN: "If the inner you, the secret you is a ball from which everything comes from, all the other
threads come from, the other knots... what's at the very centre of that ball? After you peel apart the
layers of real you, what's in the core, what's the realest part?"

LOUIS: (debating with himself silently, chuckles) "Thank my mother for this but, probably,
uh...probably like...this need to be loved, maybe. Like I want to feel like I'm worth being loved. I'm
good enough to be loved."

JULIAN: "That's the most fragile part?"

LOUIS: "Yes. I want to be lovable. I want to love and be loved."

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: After hearing Louis open up about his weaknesses, do his
actions in the beginning make more sense?

BONUS QUESTION! If you were to think of your 'core', what do you think is in the middle of your
entire personality? What need, hope, fear, desire?

=================

106. Doorway
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A/N: Last chapter warmed my heart. All your responses were so raw and beautiful and open and I
pretty much cried through reading that comment section because I've never felt this close to so
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comment section. :)

MOOD: "Bubblegum Bitch" by Marina & the Diamonds

Chapter 106: Doorway

Scene 1

LOUIS: (enters the locker room, sees El, half-undressed in stockings and a shirt) "El!" (runs up to
her, tackles her in a hug) "I have missed you."

ELEANOR: (not hugging him back, confused) "What's happening? Are you dating another person?
What happened to Harry?"

LOUIS: (still hugging her) "Nothing, nothing. Just my love for you coming out from the depths of
my bosom."

ELEANOR: "You don't have a bosom."

LOUIS: "Shh." (petting her hair flat) "Accept it."

ELEANOR: "Uh okay...But you should let me go now before Harry comes and goes dark Harry on
us."

LOUIS: (pulls back) "What?"

ELEANOR: "Dark Harry."

LOUIS: "Did Liam come up with that?"

ELEANOR: "Surprisingly, no. It was Zayn this time." (pulling on her skirt) "Dark Harry scares us all.
He's very intimidating."

LOUIS: "Well in that case..." (hugs her again, Eleanor groans) "He's gonna be here soon, he's
parking, so survive a few more seconds."

ELEANOR: "He'll kill me."

LOUIS: (dramatic sighing) "But he'll be hot doing it. And I'll dote."

ELEANOR: "Louis!"

LOUIS: "He's very hot when he threatens to kill people for me. It gets me. In the soul. It gets my
soul."

ELEANOR: "What, you want him jealous now?"

LOUIS: (stretching the word) "Maaaybe?"

ELEANOR: "Ah. Welcome to the life of being in a relationship. I'm glad you've joined us weak-
willed mortals who seek attention all the time and poke at our spouses to get it."

LOUIS: "First of all, my relationship is awesome. Second of all, wait—shh, he's coming."
(whispers) "Pretend to be in love with me."

ELEANOR: (looking unimpressed, hands still holding her skirt while Louis has squished their
chests awkwardly together) "Oh I don't have to pretend." (sarcastic) "All this adorable idiocy has
me in love."

LOUIS: "Yeah, that's good. Give monologues about me. Long ones. Mention my dashing looks
and dashing dic—"

HARRY: (walks in, coffee on one hand, bag on another) "Throw out the Starbucks when you get
out of the car, babe. It gets hot and smelly otherwise." (sees them hugging, shakes his head)
"Hey, El."

ELEANOR: "Hello Harry."

LOUIS: (yanks his body away, sputtering) "Hey El? Hey El? Um, El is hugging your boyfriend, the
cutest, most sought out, tiny, small, adorable, sexy beast, menace, hot thing in the entire Disney
kingdom. Was being touched by...this...monster." (El gives him a middle finger) "There should be
more anger here." (points at Eleanor who has finally put on her skirt) "Punch her. Like this..."
(throws a few mock punches in the air, Eleanor rolls her eyes, Harry can't help but grin, Louis
jumps on a bench, announces) "Battle for me until the end. Begin now."

HARRY: (picks him up from the bench) "Yeah, alright. Only two shots in the frappe for you next
time. Four was pushing it. (tries to put him down, Louis clings, refuses to put his feet down) "Come
now, we're already late."

LOUIS: (slumps on him) "But you wanted me to be a baby." (Eleanor raises an eyebrow, Harry
mouths 'no, no') "So I'm a baby..." (mock wails) "Baby doesn't want to work. More coffee. More
coffee." (aggressively celebrating) "Coffee!"
ELEANOR: "You know if you ever regret this decision, I'm still around. Significantly less basic bitch
than your menace over here."

LOUIS: (slinking down Harry like a tree to go harass Eleanor) "As if. You have a mungina."

HARRY: (getting dressed) "Simon's gonna tear someone a new mungina, I think... It's not gonna
be me though, because I'm dressed and ready."

LOUIS: "Simon loves me. Eleanor loves me." (throws an arm around her shoulders, she humphs
at the weight) "We're bros now, Eleanor. You're a lad. We'll do laddy things."

ELEANOR: "Like paint your nails peach?"

LOUIS: (covers her mouth) "Don't tell my secrets."

ELEANOR: (amused) "What has gotten into you?" (to Harry) "Harry?"

HARRY: (shrugs) "He's been cute all morning. Thought you knew what's up."

ELEANOR: "So not bumming?"

LOUIS: "What's bumming?" (Harry gives him a smirk) "Oh no, Eleanor."

ELEANOR: "What, you wanted me to fangirl? I only fangirl about bumming."

HARRY: "Same."

ELEANOR: "Why are you so happy then?"

LOUIS: "No one knows. It is a secret. I have a secret happy potion."

ELEANOR: "Share, please."

LOUIS: "Only if you forgive me."

ELEANOR: "Ok."

LOUIS: "Wait, you have to ask for what. You have to know what you're forgiving me for."

ELEANOR: (confused) "Ok, for what?"

HARRY: (about to head out) "Lou, I'll see you soon?" (Louis nods, makes a kissy face at him and
signs 'I love you', Harry signs back, 'And I you') "Don't be too late. Jack might hold me hostage
until you come."

ELEANOR: (after Harry has left) "What was that about?"

LOUIS: "What?"

ELEANOR: "You communicate non-verbally now? When will you stop being so cute? When will I
be able to live my life without obsessing over how good yours is? When?"

LOUIS: "Soon, forgive me first."

ELEANOR: "For what?"

LOUIS: "For being a dick."

ELEANOR: "When?"

LOUIS: "All the time."

ELEANOR: "Oh."

LOUIS: "Yes, I am sorry."

ELEANOR: "For what? What did you do? Did you egg my door again?"

LOUIS: "No. No. I did nothing. Recently. I'm talking about as a totality. I'm an ass. And I'm sorry."

ELEANOR: "Don't be silly. That's you. I'd have to forgive you for being you. Part of being friends
with you is knowing that."

LOUIS: "No." (sighs, gets serious, holding Eleanor's shoulders, staring at her) "No, being friends
with me shouldn't be this painful, toxic process. And I was a dick. I was bad. To you especially.
And I've decided to be better so I'm gonna need you to shut me up when I deserve it. Like I know
you can do. Eleanor style. Sass me out. Call me out. I need to know when I cross the line so I
learn not to do it."

ELEANOR: (touched) "Louis, what is going on?"

LOUIS: "What, did that not make sense?"

ELEANOR: "No, no... It did. It made a lot of sense. It's just... what's going on? Is this Harry? What
is the happy potion?" (whispering) "Is it drugs? Did you egg my door?"

LOUIS: "No. And no." (shrugs) "I realized that I used to spend a lot of time making myself
miserable. So I'm going to try my best to stop doing that. One of the things that made me
miserable was being angry at people for no reason."

ELEANOR: "You've changed."

LOUIS: "I like to think of it as I've always been this way but you got to see less of it."

ELEANOR: "Well, whatever it is, it's different. And I like it. I like you better like this."

LOUIS: "And you'll forgive me?"

ELEANOR: "Meh...Must I?"

LOUIS: (pouts) "El."

ELEANOR: "Fine, yes, of course. Can anyone resist your pretty blue eyes?"

LOUIS: "That is what you should have said when Harry was here. It's like you don't know how to
make people want me more."

ELEANOR: "Harry wants you more than enough. In fact, I'm quite certain there is no more. You've
reached the limit."

LOUIS: "We can never know until we try. Why settle? Reach for the stars."

ELEANOR: "...Ok. Either I need more coffee or you need less coffee but we're not equal in our
caffeine load now." (starts heading for the exit) "Get dressed. Jack gets poopy and he's not easy
to change when he hasn't seen you."

LOUIS: "I'm meeting Simon first so I won't be out until like lunch. Tell him Hercules threw me in the
river of death."
ELEANOR: "Then he'll really be fussy."

LOUIS: (touching his chest) "My child. He is truly me."

ELEANOR: (about to leave when she remembers) "Clubbing. This weekend. You promised."

LOUIS: "I'm an adult now, Eleanor. I don't club."

ELEANOR: "You'll club this time. The gays are waiting." (points at him) "You promised. I'll text you
details. Be there. With your perf boyfriend who should be mine but is yours."

LOUIS: (makes a half-whine noise) "But I don't know how to gay club." (Eleanor is already gone)
"El? Witch! Wench! Ugh."

Scene 2

LOUIS: (as soon as he enters the room) "I'm happy, it's rare, I know. Apparently I hadn't realized
how rare. Anyway, what else?"

SIMON: (amused) "What are you talking about?"

LOUIS: (sits down) "Everyone that talks to me points out how happy I am recently and I thought I'd
do that for you so we can swiftly move along. A toddler is waiting for me to show up before he
shits so I need to be quick."

SIMON: "Again, what are you talking about?"

LOUIS: (loud) "Hi! Hello! How are you? What's new? What do you need me for?" (normal voice)
"Is that better?"
SIMON: "No. More freaky. Why are you doing that thing with your face?"

LOUIS: "What thing?"

SIMON: "The smile. You don't usually do smiles. They hurt your sharp cheekbones."

LOUIS: (rolls eyes) "I'm doing smile because I am happy. But it's too long of a story to explain why
I'm happy because I need to be out there doing my job."

SIMON: "Oh no, no, no." (picks up the phone, pretends to talk) "Sarah, cancel all my appointments
and lock the door. Louis Tomlinson, the grinch of Disney, wants to go out there and have fun with
kids. Louis Tomlinson, the Maleficent of Disney, wants to do his job. Louis Tomlinson, the Grumpy
dwarf of Disney, wants to do anything but whine about his job—"

LOUIS: "We get it, we get it." (grinning nonetheless) "I am a bane but no longer, Simonski. I am a
new me now."

SIMON: (lowers the phone) "I see that. Then what should I be asking the new you? I don't quite
know. I've only prepped questions for the old you."

LOUIS: "Try those."

SIMON: "Ok." (looks down at his fake notes, coughs) "Are you able to defecate fine with that stick
up your ass—see not really happy questions." (Louis is gaping in shock, slowly softens into a
broken chuckle, then laugh) "How was this month?"

LOUIS: (blinks) "You are filthy. Everything I touch becomes filthy. Everything I touch curses and
talks about shit."

SIMON: "Hey, language!"

LOUIS: "You said—"

SIMON: "Defecate. Clean word."

LOUIS: "Is it though?" (Simon shakes his head, smiling) "Do all your check-ups go like this?"

SIMON: "Guess."

LOUIS: "No? Only I? Is that why you love me? Is that why you don't fire me even though I say fuck
around children."

SIMON: (covering his ears) "Louis! Don't tell me stuff like that. It's not what I want to hear.Do you
want to be fired?"

LOUIS: "I was joking—come on, you think I'd do that. Ha. Ha. No, never."

SIMON: (sarcastic) "Color me convinced."

LOUIS: "But I want you to know..." (gets serious) "I wanna be the one to break the news."

SIMON: "Oh god, are you giving in your resignation letter? Is that why you're so happy? Oh no,
Louis."

LOUIS: "Oh no, Louis, is a thing now. It's a thing people say."

SIMON: "I wonder why..." (Louis shrugs, cheeky smile) "Are you...moving?"

LOUIS: "Moving? What? Where? I can't afford to live in my own place, you know that. I'm a poor
person. I feed on Chipotle nine times a week because of my poorness. Give me more money."

SIMON: (rolls his eyes) "No. Then what?"

LOUIS: "I have broken the employee code."

SIMON: (gives him a look) "Did you smoke inside the park?"

LOUIS: "No." (another semi-nervous snort) "No, I never, who do you think I am, Simon?"

SIMON: "Did you fight with a parent?"

LOUIS: "But does that sound like me, though?" (Simon raises an eyebrow) "No, I am the nicest.
I'm butterflies and candy floss. I melt in their mouths."

SIMON: "Did you...melt in their mouths?"

LOUIS: "What?" (realizes) "Oh! Ew!" (suddenly) "But it has to do with that."

SIMON: "With what? Sleeping with parents—oh no, Louis."

LOUIS: "No, no. Sleeping with... people, let's say. Sort of."

SIMON: (puts his hands in his face, pleading voice) "Don't say children. Don't say children. We're
doomed if you say children."

LOUIS: "Simon—Fucking hell!"

SIMON: "Language."
LOUIS: "That's—that's...wrong."

SIMON: "Yes, very wrong."

LOUIS: "We've gotten very sidetracked."

SIMON: "I sure hope so."

LOUIS: "We have. I just wanted to say that Harry and I are a thing now. That's all. We're a proper
thing. But we'll keep it civil in the park. It'll never show. We're professionals. Or you can separate
us. Assign me something else, let him stay. He's good at it. If you want that. But I don't want this to
be a thing—like an issue. I don't want to lie." (slight pause) "And I'm not gonna be breaking up with
him for the job so...so I hope we can figure something out."

SIMON: "A thing, meaning a relationship."

LOUIS: "Yes. Officially."

SIMON: "Hmm." (thinking, Louis squirms nervously in his seat) "So will you be reconsidering my
offer?"

LOUIS: (gulps) "Which one?"

SIMON: "To move in together. It would save us a lot of money. And since you two have woken up
finally, I thought you'd be more likely to see that you are practically living together as it is. In a tiny
room. Made for one person. I honestly don't know how you don't kill each other."

LOUIS: "Oh, but so the other...The jobs, the position, that's fine?"
SIMON: "Why would it not be? I didn't intervene with you and Eleanor?"

LOUIS: "You knew about that?"

SIMON: "Child, I know everything. And I don't care as long as you come here, put on a costume
and become that character for the kids." (Louis smiles in relief) "As far as I know, Hades doesn't
have a thing for Hercules—though come to think about that can be heavily debated." (Louis
laughs) "The jury's still out on that one."

LOUIS: "I ship it."

SIMON: "Ship it where?"

LOUIS: "It's a Liam thing."

SIMON: "Like Larry Stylinson."

LOUIS: "Oh! You do know everything, you snake."

SIMON: "I ship it."

LOUIS: "Simon, what the hell?"

SIMON: "I'll note down that you're good?"

LOUIS: "What, you're kicking me out now because I know your secrets, how you go all big brother
on us and know everything?"

SIMON: (rolls his eyes) "Precisely. I have to wait for you to leave so I send a mass text to all the
upper management about how I won the bet about you liking Harry."
LOUIS: LOUIS: "Loving."

SIMON: "Mhmm." (loudly sarcastic) "Isn't this completely unexpected and never once predicted?"

LOUIS: (shoulders slump) "Is everyone at Disney following my life?"

SIMON: "Yes."

LOUIS: "Did everyone predict Harry and I—"

SIMON: "Yes."

LOUIS: "Was no one surprised—"

SIMON: "Yes."

LOUIS: (hopeful) "Yes, they were?"

SIMON: "Yes, no one was. Flee now. Shoo. Go deal with poop." (Louis stands up, grumbling all
the way about creeps and stalkers) "Tell me about the room thing as soon as you discuss it with
him."

LOUIS: "I will but um, don't bring it up with Haz. Let me tell him—ask him." (hesitates) "Okay?"

***

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: You've seen a lot of Louis slowly getting his shit together. What
about Harry? What do you think are the things Harry has to work on for this relationship to
function?

=================

107. Downpour

A/N: Long chapter I'm sorry! I didn't know where to cut it.

MOOD: "When It Comes To Us" by Frances, Ritual

***

Chapter 107: Downpour

Scene 1: Sunny

LOUIS: (walking into the daycare where Harry's playing with the kids) "Did anyone miss me?"

HARRY: "Look, Jack-Jack." (points at Louis) "Look who's here."

JACK: (turns around, sees Louis, squeals) "Hades!" (runs up to him, Louis picks him up in his
arms) "Starburst time!"
LOUIS: (hugs him, kisses his cheeks while Jack squirms away) "I escaped the underworld for
you."

JACK: "Did Hercules kill you?"

HARRY: "No, I didn't because no one k-words anyone here."

LOUIS: (winking at Jack) "He did a little bit."

JACK: (delighted) "I knew it!" (squishes Louis' cheeks with his hands) "Your face is strange."

LOUIS: "You too? You noticed it too?" (makes silly faces at Jack, Harry fonds in the background)
"How is it strange?"

JACK: (still touching Louis' cheeks, lowers his face, squints at Louis) "It's like sunny." (Louis kisses
his nose, Jack yelps, wipes it away in disgust) "You give kisses now—like Hercules."

LOUIS: "I thought you liked kisses."

JACK: "I don't like them from you, Yellow Sun Hades. Only from Hercules."

LOUIS: "Oh! Don't hurt me like this, Jackie. My heart is broken now."

JACK: (crossing his tiny arms) "Bad guys don't give kisses. They kill people."

HARRY: "They don't. They really don't."

JACK: "Yes, they do. Louis said so."

LOUIS: "Louis?!"

JACK: (to Louis) "Isn't that your secret name?"

LOUIS: "No, it's not." (sheepish) "Where did you hear that?"

JACK: (bad whispering) "It is. It is 'Louis' and 'baby'. Hercules told me. It's a secret."

HARRY: (flustered) "I didn't say any of that."

JACK: "I guessed by being smart."

LOUIS: (bursts into laughter) "Did you now? This boy is too smart for this land."

JACK: (proud) "I must be killed." (hands in the air) "Throw me in the pond of dead." (Harry and
Louis are still laughing, Jack points to the door leading to the park) "Throw me."

HARRY: "Don't throw him."

LOUIS: "I might have to."

HARRY: "No, no."

JACK: "Yes, yes. Throw me!" (cute semi smirking) "Or I'll tell everyone about you Louis baby."

LOUIS: (pulls him close, whispered) "Ok, ok. Only if you say you love me more than Hercules."

JACK: (also whispered) "Only if you kill me."

HARRY: "No."

LOUIS: "Deal."

Scene 2: Cloudy

LOUIS: (end of the day, walking to the parking lot) "I can't believe you gave me shit for calling you
'Harry' in front of kids when you apparently call me 'baby'."

HARRY: "I've never done that."

LOUIS: "Jack never lies."

HARRY: "I never did. He made an assumption..."

LOUIS: (raises in eyebrow) "How? With what kind of toddler deductive reasoning?"

HARRY: (muttered) "He guessed from what I told him."

LOUIS: "Which was what?"

HARRY: (a blush spreading in his face) "Nothing."

LOUIS: "Oh god, what did you tell a three-year-old boy about us?"

HARRY: "He's four."

LOUIS: "Harry..."

HARRY: "I said that... I... He asked about why I look at you like that."

LOUIS: "Like what?"

HARRY: (air quoting) "With softness."

LOUIS: "And you said what exactly?"

HARRY: "And I said I look at you like his mom looks at his dad." (Louis seems stunned) "So I
guess, I guess his parents say 'baby' to each other and—I don't know, okay? It didn't think this far
ahead."

LOUIS: (serious) "You can't do that."

HARRY: "I didn't think much—"

LOUIS: "You should have. You can't do that, Harry. You can't be spreading that."

HARRY: "Spreading what? That sometimes people just feel fond of each other?"

LOUIS: "He could tell someone. Other kids, they'll tell their parents." (hand through his hair,
worried) "You can't say shit like that to kids. They don't get it. They have big mouths. We'll have
parents screaming at us. We'll get in trouble." (beginning to panic) "I just promised Simon this
wouldn't change anything—he let us stay together, that's a big deal, he's doing us a favor and
you're..."

HARRY: "I'm what? I didn't say anything. I mentioned—"

LOUIS: "You said we're like his parents are like. That's weird. To a kid, that's super weird."

HARRY: "It's not weird."

LOUIS: "Why would you tell child that?"

HARRY: "Because it's not a big deal that two characters like each other. They've grown up with
love stories. They get it."

LOUIS: "Two boys."

HARRY: (stung) "How's that any different?"

LOUIS: "It's not—it's new. It's a new wave." (struggling) "Parents—"

HARRY: "Should teach their kids to think of love as equal."

LOUIS: "They should. But if they're not doing it, it's not your job to parent another person's kid."

HARRY: "As a caretaker, it is my job."

LOUIS: "Your job is to entertain them."

HARRY: "My job is to educate them." (frustrated now) "And I will not teach them to be prejudiced
even if their families are. There is nothing wrong with children knowing it's okay to love whoever
you want."

LOUIS: (mirroring Harry's frustration) "I didn't say there was. I just said... It's not what I think. I'm
not... Of course, it's fine to love anyone. It's good. It's a good thing but our jobs—we need to keep
our jobs and people are irrational. They have problems with everything. Parents especially. They
whine about every single thing, I don't want Simon to hear of this."

HARRY: "Wouldn't he agree with us?"

LOUIS: "It's not about who agrees with who. Parents are always right."

HARRY: (furrows his eyebrow) "I don't agree with that."

LOUIS: (touching Harry's forearm, gentle) "Please." (the tone catches Harry off guard so he looks
up) "Don't fuck this up for us. I love working with you. The kids love you. We're doing good. One
battle at a time." (Harry averts his eyes again) "Please?"

HARRY: (nods) "Okay."

LOUIS: "You're right about how it should be. You're a hundred percent right. But sometimes it's
not. And I want to help you get it there but I need to watch out for us first. To me, you come first."

HARRY: (nods again, shoulders slump) "I know, love." (brings him closer into a hug) "My bad. I'll
restrain from watching you with softness."

LOUIS: (mumbled against Harry's shoulder) "Inside the park. Everywhere else, go crazy. I'll be
mad if you don't."

HARRY: (chuckles) "Eh, I'll get used to it eventually. It'll become—ouch!" (Louis pinches his side,
Harry chuckles) "It'll become usual, everyday life. All softness will melt away."

LOUIS: "No."

ZAYN: "Harry." (both Harry and Louis pull apart, startled) "Hey, bro."
HARRY: (smiles wide again, goes in to hug Zayn without hesitation) "Hey! Where have you
been?"

ZAYN: (hugging him back) "I should ask you that. If it weren't for Louis touting to the entire world
about his glorious manfriend, I'd have thought you died."

HARRY: "Ha. I've been hibernating. Winter is coming."

ZAYN: "It's Florida. You have no excuse."

HARRY: "My excuse is you haven't kicked my butt out of bed yet." (hums as he squeezes Zayn
tighter) "You've grown skinny, Zaynie."

ZAYN: "Speaking of which..." (looks at Louis as he asks) "Wanna get dinner with me tonight?"

HARRY: (pulling back from the hug) "Yeah, let's do it."

LOUIS: (muttered) "Not a second of hesitation, huh?"

ZAYN: (to Louis) "Do you mind? If I steal him for a few hours? Is that okay?"

LOUIS: (pouting automatically) "Nope." (glances at Harry, who looks worried, changes his attitude,
rolls his eyes playfully) "Not at all. He's all yours." (exaggerating) "Not all yours. He's all mine, still,
but temporarily, bodily yours. Still mine, mentally. Where it counts."

ZAYN: (purposely teasing him) "Agree to disagree."

LOUIS: "Agree to shove my foot up your ass, mate."

HARRY: (laughs) "Feisty tiny." (still worried) "You'll be fine driving home?"
LOUIS: (evil cackle) "Oh will I you ask? Just fine. Drag racing can commence. I've been waiting for
this day for years. I'm only dating you for these days where you let me use the car. In fact—I
asked this ugly prawn..." (pointing at Zayn) "To come distract you so I can steal the car."

HARRY: "I don't disbelieve it."

ZAYN: "He'll be fine. He can drive. He can feed himself." (Louis makes a 'meh' noise of
uncertainty, Harry opens his mouth in response before Zayn cuts him off) "He can survive on his
own for a few. You're not the one breathing oxygen into his mouth."

HARRY: "I am actually. I do that—"

ZAYN: (cringed) "You know what I mean, that was unnecessary."

HARRY: "Very necessary. We'll take the bus?" (opens his arms for Louis, Louis walks into the
hug, Harry cuddles him close, rocking from side to side, to Louis, against his hair) "You'll be
good?"

LOUIS: "Don't worry."

HARRY: "I do worry."

LOUIS: (rolls his eyes) "I'm a healthy twenty-five-year-old man. I know how to put noodles in the
microwave."

HARRY: "What happened to baby wants coffee?"

ZAYN: "Unnecessary."
LOUIS: "I'm only like that when it makes your life miserable."

HARRY: "The mark of a functioning relationship."

ZAYN: "The mark of me third-wheeling in the background."

LOUIS: (gives him the middle finger behind Harry's back while smiling angelically at Harry) "Go,
Zayn awaits, don't keep him waiting." (flutters his eyelashes in mock innocence) "I'll be good."
(pulls him close to kiss Harry's cheek and whisper quickly) "Loveyouloser."

HARRY: (lets go with a big smile) "Get home safe, alright?"

LOUIS: (imitates the car engine noise) "Fast and Furious time." (waves) "Peace, losers."

HARRY: "I'm serious. Safe."

LOUIS: "Yeah, yeah." (gets in the car) "Don't let Zayn bum you!"

ZAYN: (to Harry) "Bum you? Really?"

HARRY: "Eleanor taught him what that means and he's been saying it all day."

ZAYN: "Classic."

Scene 3: Rainy

ZAYN: (sitting at a table, waiting for food to come) "So."

HARRY: "So..."
ZAYN: "It happened."

HARRY: "Yup."

ZAYN: "And you're not dying of excitement?"

HARRY: "Oh no, I am. Constantly dying. In a cycle of death and rebirth and death and rebirth. I'm
just not used to it yet. It feels hazy like a dream. I'm floating around happy but dreaming."

ZAYN: "You didn't tell me."

HARRY: "I didn't tell anyone. Was pretty frozen."

ZAYN: "Kinda strange that I had to hear it from him... you being my best friend and all."

HARRY: "I wanted him to spread the news when he was ready."

ZAYN: "Which is fine. With everyone else. I thought I was above that. I wouldn't have told people."

HARRY: (teasing him) "You've proven to have quite the mouth."

ZAYN: (stung) "Alright then."

HARRY: "I didn't think it was a big deal."

ZAYN: "I don't believe you."

HARRY: "Zayn, come on. You're gonna hold a grudge about this?"

ZAYN: "I'm not. It'd be dumb to."

HARRY: "It would be."

ZAYN: "I guess I had pictured it in my head to go differently. We've been talking about this for so
long that I was kind of imagining you having a panic attack of happiness and calling me in the
middle of the night to bellow the news."

HARRY: (small chuckle) "I thought I'd do that too." (shrugs) "I don't know. It was unexpected."

ZAYN: "Was it?"

HARRY: "Not that we would, I mean maybe that we would. The way it happened was. How he—I
don't know—the moment of clarity. I had resigned myself to sort of going along with whatever, and
being happy with what he could give me and when he gave me what I wanted, I didn't know how
to react." (small) "I still don't."

ZAYN: "Is that why you're not telling people? Because you're not sure it's really happening or it will
continue to be happening?"

HARRY: (sheepish) "I'm giving it a month."

ZAYN: "Harry, he's happy."

HARRY: "I know."

ZAYN: "He's pretty decided. You should have seen him telling people. Like a kid getting his first
date in years. He's with you all the way, he's not pulling back."
HARRY: "Give it a month."

ZAYN: "What for?"

HARRY: "I don't know."

ZAYN: "Do you think he'll change his mind?"

HARRY: "No."

ZAYN: "Do you think he'll run back in the closet?"

HARRY: "No. Not at all. I've seen the progress. He's not going back to living in fear. He's brave."
(fond) "My boy."

ZAYN: "Then what? What are you scared of?"

HARRY: (shrugs) "Nothing. Takes getting used to..."

ZAYN: "Harry."

HARRY: "What?" (snapping) "Why are you drilling me like this? I'm sorry. That was angrier than I
meant it. It's stupid."

ZAYN: "I love your stupid. It keeps me entertained for months. Tell me."

HARRY: "He... I was there. When this happened. I happened to be there."

ZAYN: "Ok?"

HARRY: "Maybe now that it's better... I don't know. Other people."

ZAYN: "You think he only likes you because you were there when he realized he was gay? He
became gay and imprinted on you, the first boy he saw? Is that what you think?"

HARRY: "It's stupid."

ZAYN: "It's incredibly stupid." (Harry winces) "Because everyone in Florida can see it's way
beyond you being a boy and him being gay. You don't give yourself enough credit."

HARRY: "I don't think that. I don't. It's an insecurity. I get that it's irrational. I said it was stupid. I
know. But..." (fidgets with his hands) "He's great. Great things don't last with me."

ZAYN: "Don't do this again."

HARRY: "I'm not."

ZAYN: "Don't ruin it for yourself just because you're happy. You're allowed to be happy. Making
one mistake doesn't damn you for life."

HARRY: (putting his face in one hand) "I'm not making myself unhappy." (pause) "I'm just
preventing myself from being too happy."

ZAYN: "Why?"

HARRY: "So I don't overwhelm him. I'm keeping it together. Keeping it in." (looks down) "I guess,
I'm scared to be happy. I don't want him feeling like he has to."
ZAYN: "Has to what?"

HARRY: "Be with me. He doesn't have to. If he changes his mind. I don't want him to feel
pressured to."

ZAYN: "He's not."

HARRY: "I know."

ZAYN: "Then why are you...?"

HARRY: "Irrationality. You said you wanted to know what was on my mind and I told you. Now
you're calling it stupid, fine. Let's talk about something else. You can't want both—I didn't come
here to be psychoanalyzed."

ZAYN: "I'm trying to say the right thing."

HARRY: "Why must you? Just be normal. Just be happy, stop seeing through it. I don't know what
I'm saying, I'm sorry. I missed you, I'm sorry."

ZAYN: (reaches across the table to grab his hand) "I missed you too. Don't be sorry. I didn't really
give you a proper warm up before asking these things."

HARRY: (small, fake smile) "You mean well."

ZAYN: (pulls his hand away) "I guess I'm just as panicked about this as you." (half-grin) "Not really
a good thing."

HARRY: "I appreciate it."

ZAYN: "Don't. Not helpful."

HARRY: "It comes from a place of caring about me."

ZAYN: "This is a different thing, this relationship. Different you, different him, different dynamics.
You've grown. He's grown. You're at a much better place in life. It won't go the same way. It can't."

HARRY: (nods to himself, not looking at Zayn) "I'm trying to keep that in mind. Was so stressed
about getting here I never thought I'd have difficulty performing." (chuckles in self-deprecation,
opening up) "I'm scared that this is his first and he'll think of better and this is my last. I don't want
better, I've had a first. I've had my bad relationship. This is the good one for me. I don't want it to
be the bad one for him."

ZAYN: "You don't think he's had plenty of bad ones already? You think a guy who deeply cares
about his well-being, makes him smile all the time and feel safe is gonna end up being his bad
one."

HARRY: (smiles) "I sure hope not." (purses his lips) "I've been seeing someone. A therapist. On
the side."

ZAYN: "You never mentioned this."

HARRY: "I know. It was... I fell into it. I met her after the Beau thing, because I felt unsafe with how
I was thinking—almost like I wasn't being rational and I couldn't trust myself to not do something
that would damage me indirectly. I wanted someone to confirm that it would be fine. So I met her
and then just, continued, I guess. I haven't told anyone."

ZAYN: "Therapy isn't a rare thing, Harry. People understand."

HARRY: "I know." (shrugs) "I don't know. I mean, what's up with me."

ZAYN: "What does she tell you? You told her you and Louis...?"
HARRY: "Yeah. I tell her everything so I can hear myself talk—it helps just to hear my fears out
loud. It makes me notice that they're not very real or likely. She says I need to see Beau again."

ZAYN: "What? Why?"

HARRY: "Say goodbye. Apologize. I need to apologize. I need to let go of that part of my life. I feel
that mistake is still present. I feel guilty and I can't... it feels unfinished. She says perhaps I can't
fully enjoy the relationship because I feel like that one shameful thing is lingering on."

ZAYN: "Apologize then. You don't trust yourself to say sorry without getting involved?"

HARRY: "No, I do. The only reason I ever got involved was Louis—now, I have Louis. There's no
temptation at all."

ZAYN: "So?"

HARRY: "I should tell Louis. That I'm seeing him. And about the therapy."

ZAYN: "And your delusion that he'll find someone better."

HARRY: "And that...I guess." (worried) "Maybe I'm keeping a lot from him. I don't want to ruin his
mood. He's doing so well and I love seeing him like that. I can't get him anxious too just because
I'm a confused idiot. I don't want him to think I'm doubting. I'm struggling but not doubting."

ZAYN: "He's your boyfriend. That's what boyfriends do. They're there for each other. You really
need to start seeing him as an equal partner. It's not just about you taking care of him, Harry. He's
had problems but he seems stable now and he doesn't need to be sheltered, not with things he
can do something about. He can help you and care for you."

HARRY: "I don't want to fall back into being cared for. I wanna be strong for him."
ZAYN: "You can be strong and ask for help. You can have someone care for you without being
completely dependent on them."

HARRY: "Thanks..." (couples of seconds pass) "I just want to be a good boyfriend this time
around."

ZAYN: "You will. All you need to do is talk to him. Trust him. Things will work out."

HARRY: "I'm glad you made me do this."

ZAYN: "You seemed off."

HARRY: "I'm adjusting."

ZAYN: "Don't isolate yourself. We're all here for you. He's taking this opportunity to bring people
closer. You have to do the same."

HARRY: "I know." (vulnerable) "But after spending so much attention and time and emotional
energy on this one thing that I really, really wanted... it's weird, it seems so odd to have that and
the free time, not just time, but mental time, mental capacity to think of other things. And I guess,
my mind is automatically filling that in with fears of the future and dread and self-defeating
attitude."

ZAYN: "Find a hobby. That's not Louis. Louis was your hobby and now if you want this to work,
you need to find a new one. He'll be there. Work on yourself for a bit."

Scene 4: Stormy

LOUIS: (later that night, both laying in bed, watching a movie, Louis between Harry's legs) "Hey."
HARRY: (cheek on Louis' head, sleepy, content) "Mhm?"

LOUIS: "I was just wondering, like randomly, you know. This sort of reminded me."

HARRY: "Yeah?"

LOUIS: "Cause I had that meeting with Simon today—and this isn't like a big deal or anything. I
don't think it's huge..."

HARRY: (frowning slightly) "What's up?"

LOUIS: "Um..." (sits up and crawls away, turns around so they can talk face to face) "He had this,
uh...idea of sorts."

HARRY: "What idea?" (biting his lip) "Should I be worried?"

LOUIS: "No, no. Nothing to worry about. It's not like...a bad idea. I mean, it could be. It could be
good too. It's..." (exhales) "It's an idea. Could go either way so I wanted to run it by you. I wanted
us to make the decision together."

HARRY: "Okay." (notices Louis is nervous, smiles at him) "Tell me."

LOUIS: "Right." (gulps) "Um, he like suggested we...uh, move in together. Kind of."

HARRY: (caught off guard) "Move in."

LOUIS: "Yeah."

HARRY: "Oh."
LOUIS: "Yeah."

HARRY: "What does kind of mean?"

LOUIS: "Like, right now, like we're doing now, living together but bigger room, new room. Official
room." (chuckle) "Real adult serious stuff."

HARRY: (long pause) "I see."

LOUIS: (can't look him in the eye) "I didn't say anything, of course, said it would be something to
discuss with you. I can't make that decision obviously."

HARRY: "Do you...not like it here?"

LOUIS: "I do. I like it. It's good."

HARRY: "Ok."

LOUIS: "Just, that's bigger that's all. That's about all that would change. He said that too, that we
were already living together as it is so might as well not let a room go to waste. We're not using
both rooms now, I mean."

HARRY: (nodding to himself) "I understand. I think..."

LOUIS: "Yeah?"

HARRY: "I think...uh..." (shuts his eyes, mild wince, opens them) "I think we should wait."
LOUIS: "Wait...?"

HARRY: "Wait before making a decision."

LOUIS: (can't hide the disappointment) "...ah."

HARRY: "I..." (sighs, reaches over to grab Louis' hands in his) "I love this. I love living with you. I
don't regret a single thing."

LOUIS: "Okay?"

HARRY: "But this is a big step. It's more than just logistics. It's a big mental step. Moving in... I
know we live together now. And have been roommates for some time..."

LOUIS: (sarcastic in disbelief) "Roommates."

HARRY: "Well before, before we were. It was on those terms and now that we've added the
relationship, there's more at stake. It's different. It's new."

LOUIS: "What is? What will be new?"

HARRY: "Us."

LOUIS: "Weren't you the one to say we're exactly the same, nothing has changed?"

HARRY: "I was. We are. That's true."

LOUIS: "So...?"
HARRY: "We don't know yet how—it's early, Lou. I don't—what if, I don't know."

LOUIS: (hurt) "What if we break up?"

HARRY: "No! No. Absolutely—no, we won't."

LOUIS: "But you're thinking about it..." (voice higher-pitch in pain) "Now that the mystery or
whatever is gone, the chase is over, you're thinking about...You're thinking about what it would be
like, the end?"

HARRY: "I'm not. It doesn't cross my mind."

LOUIS: "Hasn't ever?"

HARRY: "It has but I'm irrational—Louis, no." (Louis yanks his hands away, Harry pulls him back
in) "It has because I'm scared—I'm terrified, not because I want it to or—I don't. I'd hate it. I'd be
broken up about it—I'm not saying this right. I don't want that to ever, ever happen, baby, ever."

LOUIS: "What if what then? What the hell could happen if not that?"

HARRY: "I don't know. We might fight."

LOUIS: "And? We've fought before. You think this relationship will come down to a fight?"

HARRY: "I don't. Lou, please." (tries pulling him to his chest, Louis pushes him back) "I don't. It's
not that."

LOUIS: "We're fighting now. What? You want to end it all? Call it quits? Right here?"

HARRY: (brokenly) "No."

LOUIS: "You think just because we're doing this, I'll start thinking about kicking you to the curb."

HARRY: "We're not fighting, don't say that."

LOUIS: "We are. This is a fight. You said what if we fight. Here we are, fighting. What if we fight?
Let's discover the answer to that right now."

HARRY: "I'm not saying that. I'm just saying we might need space. Living together all the time
stresses people and it feels like—"

LOUIS: "Do you need space? Should I pack my bags?"

HARRY: "Be serious."

LOUIS: "I am serious."

HARRY: "I'm not kicking you out. I'm trying to think about this more. I think we should think about it
some more. Because I've moved in before and it makes you feel trapped and I don't want us to—"

LOUIS: "This isn't before, Harry."

HARRY: "I know that."

LOUIS: "This isn't Ed."

HARRY: (louder) "I know that! I know that. You think I don't—I know. It's different. We're different
and it's working so well..."
LOUIS: "So why do you want to sabotage it?"

HARRY: "I'm trying to not do that." (sniffling) "I'm trying to do anything but that. To give us the best
possible chance. To avoid anything that might lead to problems and I know I can't always do that. I
can't live in fear of every complication and shelter us from the possibility of fighting because we
will. People fight when they care too much and when their hearts are on the line and when there's
a lot at stake and they're desperate. And we'll fight too. More often now that we're together. And
we'll be fine after, I know that. Trust me, I do."

LOUIS: "Then what?"

HARRY: "But I think we should just give it a little more thought, that's all." (Louis opens his mouth,
Harry interrupts him by pulling him forward and kissing him on the mouth) "Not because of what
happened with Ed. Not because I have suddenly given up on the thought that I'll marry your ass
one day. Not because of those. I believe it's right to wait until we're calmer, until we've settled.
One change at a time. One battle at a time, like you said."

Scene 5: All Clear

HARRY: (morning, both in bed, Louis on Harry's chest, very much asleep, Harry looks like he's
been awake for some time, alarm goes off, Harry reaches over to silent it) "Uh-oh."

LOUIS: (stirs, doesn't move) "No."

HARRY: (throaty chuckle) "I know."

LOUIS: "Too cold out there. Don't leave. She'll shrivel up into a worm."

HARRY: (laughs, hugs Louis better) "I wish but some of us don't have all day to ourselves. She'll
deal." (stretches one arm, yawns, sleepy voice) "I'll be back in a couple of hours."

LOUIS: "All of which I will be asleep."

HARRY: "Well-deserved."

LOUIS: (both fall into silence, half-hugging each other, Louis finally opens his eyes) "I'm not going
to leave you."

HARRY: "Hmm?"

LOUIS: "I was thinking about this. All night."

HARRY: (chuckles) "About leaving me? Comforting."

LOUIS: "No. About how in fights, I don't truly feel scared because I know how you feel about me."
(touching Harry's chest with his finger) "And I was thinking that I should do that more, tell you how
I feel about you so you're also not worrying."

HARRY: (pushing Louis' bangs back, strand by strand) "Then we'll have empty fights full of
random threats with no real conflict. Won't those be boring?"

LOUIS: (grins, closes his eyes again) "They might but the point is I'm not leaving you. I have to
emphasize that so your stupid morning mind gets it."

HARRY: "Hasn't gotten it yet. It's gonna need about three more repetitions."

LOUIS: (raises his head to stare at Harry) "I'm not gonna leave you. I'm not gonna leave you. I'm
not gonna leave you. Better?"

HARRY: (smiles warmly) "Much better."

LOUIS: "Can we bum each other now?"

HARRY: "Each other. That's ambitious." (starts to crawl out of bed, Louis rolls over on his
stomach, head in Harry's pillow) "That might take time. And a lot of coordination."

LOUIS: (shyly) "Let's make time."

HARRY: "Yeah?"

LOUIS: "Yeah. I wanna make time to like..." (blushes, buries his face in the pillow) "Explore a bit."

HARRY: (leans down to whisper in Louis' ear) "Tell me when and I'll drop everything for you,
sexy." (gruffer) "Can't wait to have you order me around about what you want done... for how
long... in what way." (almost moan) "Can't wait to pleasure you right."

LOUIS: (squeaky) "Pervert. Get your kinks away from me."

HARRY: "Why? They're making you blush?"

LOUIS: (mumbled low) "They're making me excited."

HARRY: "That so?" (lightly slaps Louis' ass, Louis curses him out) "You'll have to wait until I have
a couple of hours free. Once I start I don't think you'll want me to be done all that quickly."

LOUIS: "Moron!" (gripping the bed, Harry laughs, kisses his forehead) "You're embarrassing, god.
Fuck off to work already."

HARRY: "So you can start working on that thing you're hiding underneath there?" (Louis shoves
him away, Harry's grinning as he gets up and moves towards the closet to get dressed) "Those
fancy undies are in the box under the bed if you need a dress rehearsal."
LOUIS: (almost choked) "Wait, Haz!"

HARRY: "Yeah?" (Louis doesn't respond so Harry walks back in the room again) "Yes, love?"

LOUIS: (reaches one arm out, still face down on the bed) "Last hug?"

HARRY: "Aw, Lou-Lou missed me already." (sits on the bed to hug him, Louis doesn't move) "Get
up so I can hug you properly."

LOUIS: (grabs Harry's hand, drags it under his body so it brushes against his crotch) "Just wanted
to make sure you knew how much I wanted you."

HARRY: (shocked still, slowly reddening, breath hitching) "Louis!"

LOUIS: (jerks into Harry's hand, rocking his hips so Harry gets a better idea of how hard he is)
"You're not the only one who can play games."

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QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: What is Harry struggling with? Was it a good idea to wait on
moving in?

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108. Dirty Boy

A/N: This chapter is quite experimental because [1] it's all one 'line', only Louis, and I've never
done that before [2] I was never sure if Jay°Style could support such um, let's say endeavors so
we'll see. Be gentle with it and Lou. We're both learning how to please you.
 WARNING: This chapter contains vivid descriptions of sexual nature, which may be offensive to
younger audiences. Viewer discretion is advised.

MOOD: "Wilderness" by Nick Jonas

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Chapter 108: Dirty Boy

LOUIS: (lazing on the bed, freshly showered, hair wet, naked with the exception of boxer shorts,
which are clearly tented, phone on his ear) "Hey Harry—thought of calling, of doing the voicemail
like before but—uh, but it'd be uh, too short, especially after this morning where I went on a
goddamn marathon, I've gotten to a point where the voice mail cut out before it got any good."
(short laugh) "So I'll do a voice recording instead... A little gift for your teasing ass. Maybe I should
have called...but uh, I didn't...well, I didn't really have anything to say—I could come up with
something but..." (sighs an okay to himself to get courage) "Harry, I'm uh... sitting on our bed and
just had a shower and was thinking of you. In there. I do that a lot. I know you do too because
sometimes you're not all that subtle about your...um, noises and I..." (blushing) "I love it really. It's
a weird thing that we've been doing for a bit, I think. You doing it in there, knowing I'd hear you and
get nice and hard—what I like most I guess is the race thing, you've never caught me at it so it's
thrilling, who's teasing who—thought you should know. And that, I uh..." (hasn't noticed he is
rubbing himself on top of his boxers slowly) "I wanted to try something this time, like a game, like I
initiate the game. Something more interactive but not quite, and um..." (looks down at himself,
bites his lip, slides his hand up to his stomach where his happy trail is) "I know you did these kinds
of thing with—doesn't matter, not thinking of him now..." (voice lower) "Thinking of you. And how
hot you look when you get out of the shower...rosy-cheeks, that smirk on your face because you
think you're so smart and so subtle—you think you can fool me..." (light hum, fingers tuck under
the waistband of his boxers) "Your body, the tattoos, how well they fit on it—how fucking—" (a
moan of almost surprise as he notices he is fully holding himself in his fist) "I'm being really
naughty right now—" (nervous chuckle) "And if Obama is tracking these phones...yikes—Hi NASA,
sorry for the trauma, just trying to get my boyfriend to get the hint and touch me properly so I can
stop rutting against the bed already—wait, getting sidetracked." (takes a second to compose
himself, closes his eyes, drags his fingers slowly and loosely up and down his crotch, teasingly)
"You left way too early today, god, I wish you had stayed. I wish you were here, I pretty much
wanked all morning non-stop and it wasn't all that satisfying because now that I know I can have
you, and your hands, your big, sexy hands..." (gripping himself properly) "Your lips—" (breath
hitches) "Yeah, I'd love that, we can start with that. If you want—if you're into that—god, I'd be so
into that. I've been thinking of that for months now. I don't let myself get too far in my mind mhm,
just enough, just enough to—I don't need to...well, I'm slowly wanting to more. Before I was
fine—just your soft lips, the idea of them anywhere near there—especially after I showed you
that..." (gulps) "You know... and you weren't bothered, after that I'm so obsessed with you
actually..." (another moan, trying to move faster, getting caught up in his boxer shorts, semi-
frustrated, whining in lust) "Want you here. I'm so hard, biggest I've ever seen myself, probably not
bigger than you—can't wait, babe—I love calling you 'babe', so hot, I love that I can do that now..."
(opens his eyes, stares at the bulge, guides his dick outside the boxer shorts by pushing the
waistband down and under it) "I shouldn't have put on fresh underpants because they're well
ruined now. It's so wet, like seriously, it's all gooey—I should probably close the blinds, damn, but
you like that don't you? You like the thought of being naughty and getting caught. Isn't that your
thing? I can't deny you your thing, huh? I'll give you more, you should know, way more than him,
I'll give you everything you need—I'll have you panting—like I'm doing right now." (wraps his
fingers around the base of his member, recommences the slow and deep motion up and down) "If
you were here I'd let you do it with the blinds open, or maybe at night when it's dark, we can turn
off all the lights and...and...touch and kiss and no one will know but we'll see outside so we'll
know—is this girly? Do girls think like this? Is this too scenic? I never used to do it like this with
setting the mood and everything. It was always quick and over, like watching cheap stuff on the
internet, but I don't want to do that with you. Ever since I knew I wanted you, it's always been you.
And I don't do it to get tingly anymore. It's more than that. I want it to be more with you... I want it
to last long and drag for hours, I want you to keep me here for hours..." (bites his lip, eyes dark,
almost whispers the next part) "I want you to tease me. Keep me guessing. Make me ask a lot
because then, then I get to talk back and decide—I'll feel more in control so just..." (groaning in
frustration, mental and sexual, his body is shaking, muscles contracting and relaxing) "Why am I
so bad at this?" (sob-sounding) "I'm so horny right now and it hurts and I want you and I've been
like this all morning and I just want to..." (notices how much he has sped up, his hips urgently
squirming on the bed, rolling, thrusting in his hand, begging for more contact, tries slowing down,
with effort, whimpers at the back of his throat, throws his head back in the pillow, curls his toes
underneath his fluffy socks, sweat building on his body) "Maybe I shouldn't have done this, now
I'm pining...now I'm wishing I'd have called because then I'd have your voice, like today when you
said that...I actually quite like when you talk dirty, I don't know if you've noticed. You can talk dirty
all you want to me, babe." (groan) "I love you, babe. Babe, babe, babe." (another moan, lips wet in
saliva, purple red in teeth marks from biting his lip, bulbs of precome on his fingers and stomach)
"And everyone else out there thinks you're this dolled up angel with a clean, little mouth and a
prude little body—they don't fucking know at all—oh yeah, all that gets to be our secret, anything
you do to me—and you can do just about anything, Hazza... Just...Ugh, just do something, just
don't leave me waiting like this anymore—I want you, I'm telling you I want you...I want slow but I
want this too because I'm so annoyed right now; I can't think of anything else. I smell you on this
bed and get so horny—" (rocking his hips in timing with his hand, shoulders digging in the bed,
eyes shut tight) "Wait..." (breathy chuckle, tries to balance the phone on his shoulder and face)
"Some shuffling here, so I can use both hands, though they barely cover it all at this point—they
should be your hands. I'm trying to think of them as your hands... What would I say if you were
here...I'd say..." (one hand slides to cup his balls, the other still works on his dick) "I'd say 'please'
a lot because I don't mind saying please with you..." (picking up rhythm, his entire face is red,
fringe sticking to his forehead, wet and curly) "I'd say you can try like..." (soft, hot exhale) "Try
down there, touching me..." (chocked up chuckle) "Maybe I should wait, huh? Wait for you like
this, so ready—Don't think I can wait though. Way too turned on to wait, way too into this—wish I
had goddamn called you, I wanna call you—I wanna hear you, I want you to talk me through this,
tell me not to touch down there—because you want to do it first—you'd be my first you know and
I'm scared, yeah, but..." (trails off, too unfocused to properly form coherent sentences) "I've
shaved for you. So soft, just for you." (sudden) "Okay, I'm close, that can't be my last
thought—that's too unhot of a thought—I have to think of something else...You, you, you, you,
you..." (wanton, moans merging with barely-whispered curses and half-pronounced pleas and a lot
of Harry's name and a lot of 'babe' in various hoarse tones) "You'll do this better—I know, Haz, oh,
fuck, I want—shit, oh!" (jerks, almost arches off the bed with the finish, barely has anything left to
spill on his abs, breathing heavily as he settles back comfortably on the sweaty sheets, chuckles
and giggles in between pants) "What am I doing—what the hell was that—what have we
become..." (poking his shrinking hard on) "It's so done now. It's dead—it hurts—too hard this time.
I got way too excited. Hope you do too, hope you don't blast this all over the internets for the
Disney ladies to see because they sure as hell would love it—they've never heard me like that.
And I wasn't faking it, Haz. It was all real. They'd be all, why did you not make noise with us, why
did you not get hot with us and I'd say—wait, this isn't a conversation but anyway, yeah, uh, so,
now you know I get random after—with the afterglow, I get dumb. I need a smoke. I need a good,
long smoke, I need weed--is Zayn around? Is he off today? Should I tell? Probably not. That's
weird, mentioning him after, nah, too weird. See you soon, sexy boy. Don't Kim K me." (and send
under the caption: "headphones necessary, enjoy!")

HARRY: (hours later, texting) "I'm stuck in traffic and there's cum all over my pants."

HARRY: "You owe me."

LOUIS: (texting back) "I don't know what you're talking about. ;)"

HARRY: "You will when I'm through with you."

HARRY: "Babe."

LOUIS: "Be gentle, I tried to make it sexy."

HARRY: "You didn't try. You succeeded."

HARRY: "It was so hot. Hottest thing I've heard all life. She agrees despite having to be crusty and
crushed all the way home."

LOUIS: "You touch yourself in the car, you perv?"

HARRY: "Nope."

HARRY: "Didn't have to."

LOUIS: "Oh."

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QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Why did Louis do this instead of calling or initiating something in
person? Is Louis ready or is he underestimating how triggering the experience might be for him?

BONUS QUESTION: This was actually really hard to write and I have no idea how I did because it
was a first and well, how did I do?

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109. Done
Chapter 109: Done

HARRY: (unlocking the door to walk into his room, holding bags of takeout) "Do not tell me you
have not left the house today."

LOUIS: (squeaks, jumps behind the bed so only his face is in sight, chin on the mattress) "Does
balcony count?"

HARRY: "Depends." (drops off the food in the kitchen) "Was it for longer than a smoke break?"
(comes in the main room, looks around confused at first then spotting Louis) "What... are you still
naked?"

LOUIS: "Not quite..."

HARRY: "Are you sure?"

LOUIS: "Relatively."

HARRY: (unbuttoning his shirt to switch into an old t-shirt) "All day? You've been at it all day?"

LOUIS: "Somewhat..."

HARRY: (pulling off the shirt, topless) "Is this okay?" (teasing) "Or am I triggering you again, you
addict?"

LOUIS: (cheek on bed) "No, it's like...the deadest it's ever been. I'm surprised I can pee."

HARRY: (laughs) "You're a menace!"

LOUIS: "Your fault! Who says stuff like that when a man has nothing to do all day? Who says stuff
like that when a man already wakes up with a boner?"

HARRY: "Touche. Did you find the monster?"

LOUIS: "What?"

HARRY: "Did you look under the bed?" (winks when Louis catches on and blushes) "No, not yet?
All this and you haven't even touched the forbidden chest?"

LOUIS: (muttered) "I'll touch your chest..."

HARRY: (stops mid-way on the shirt, only arms in, quotes Louis' video) "My sexy tattoos and
where they are on my body?"

LOUIS: (groans in embarrassment, shoves his face on the bed) "I thought we were gonna pretend
that never happened."

HARRY: "Is that what we were gonna do?" (shuffling out of his pants) "But how when this sticky
situation here just reminded me..."

LOUIS: (head flips up) "Lemme see?"

HARRY: "It's wholly unimpressive. Unless you're speaking off my, well..."

LOUIS: "I wanna see the proof. So I know you weren't lying. I want to see the trophy."

HARRY: (chuckles) "I wasn't." (throws his pants in the basket, loops his thumbs under the
waistband of his briefs, about to pull them down) "You have to come here though to see. I don't
wanna touch it. It's stiff and dry. I might cut my hand on it."
LOUIS: (face back on the bed right as Harry pull his underwear off, sneaky) "What are you
doing?!"

HARRY: "Changing?"

LOUIS: "Here? With me here? Without warning? Say heads at least so I don't see your head."

HARRY: (amused) "Wait, are we not seeing each other's crotches?" (throws the briefs in the
laundry, picks a new pair) "I must have gotten the wrong memo from I want this to be your hand
and—

LOUIS: "Shut up!" (flustered) "Shutupshutupshutup."

HARRY: (chuckling, in fresh boxers) "You can look. I'm decent. Your pure virginal eyes won't
suffer." (Louis looks up) "Want food? I got your favorite."

LOUIS: "Yes—but wait, I have to tell you something first."

HARRY: "Uh-oh, should I be putting my jacket back on?"

LOUIS: "What? No, no. It's more like uh, a do something moment."

HARRY: "Does it have anything to do with you hiding behind the bed?"

LOUIS: "Yes."

HARRY: "Should I shield my eyes?"

LOUIS: "No. You should sit here."

HARRY: "On the bed?"

LOUIS: "Yes, sit on the bed." (Harry walks but hesitantly) "H, can you just...go with me on this
one? Without, you know, the FBI interrogation?"

HARRY: "Will it ruin the surprise?" (Louis gives him a look, Harry nods, climbs on the bed,
kneeling) "Where do you want me?"

LOUIS: (points at the headboard) "There. On your ass. Back against that. Like sitting next to the
headboard."

HARRY: (obliges) "Are we watching a movie? Because we should eat first. Or we can eat in bed.
The food might get cold."

LOUIS: "This won't take long." (Harry waits patiently, Louis stumbles with his words) "Uh, could
you close your eyes?"

HARRY: (giddy) "A real surprise then? I think I'm starting to guess where this is going."

LOUIS: (gravely) "Hazza."

HARRY: (sobering up) "Should I turn off the light?" (gently) "Is this like that kind of do-something?"

LOUIS: (a pause) "No. No. It's different. Close your eyes. I'll explain."

HARRY: "Okay." (puts his hands on his eyes) "What next?"

LOUIS: (takes a deep but shaky breath) "Don't cheat, okay?" (Harry nods, Louis breathes in and
out again) "Okay. Stay put." (stands up gingerly, is naked with the exception of briefs, short and
tight ones that were clearly burrowed from Harry) "I'm gonna just sit on your lap for a bit—don't
open your eyes yet."

HARRY: (shuffles to get more comfortable) "Lap dance style?"

LOUIS: "No, I don't know. I don't know what that is." (flustered) "Just stay like that." (crawls on the
bed, straddles Harry slowly, barely putting any weight on Harry's lap, the briefs slide up to reveal
the many white scars on his thighs, now glaringly present with the lights on) "Ok, I'm
gonna—um..."

HARRY: "I'll try to not get hard but I can't promise anything because we're practically skin to skin."

LOUIS: "I know. A layer away." (Harry's breath hitches, Louis gulps, puts his hands on top of
Harry's) "I realize now this is way more suspenseful than I wanted it to be..."

HARRY: (dry chuckle) "That's good. I don't mind. Take your time."

LOUIS: (drags Harry's hands away from his eyes and on top of each of Louis' thighs, Harry's eyes
are still shut, Louis whispers) "You can open your eyes now."

HARRY: (slowly opens his eyes, looks at Louis' face only) "What do you need me to do, darling? I
just need a hint then I'll be right there with you..."

LOUIS: "Um." (eyes dart down at his own thighs, back to Harry's, Harry's never move from Louis'
face) "I want you to see...me. Fully. Like. In the light." (gulps again, words sticky in emotion) "All of
it. The uh the..." (croaking) "The damage..."

HARRY: (nods, fingers rub Louis' skin, caressing his thighs but he doesn't look yet) "You're
beautiful, you know that?"

LOUIS: (nods, sucking his lips) "Yeah, yeah. But—"

HARRY: "Not buts, you're beautiful. Already and you will probably be more beautiful after this."

LOUIS: "Okay, yeah. I know that."

HARRY: "Good. Never forget." (lowers his voice to a whisper) "Can I?"

LOUIS: "Be gentle."

HARRY: "No worries, beautiful." (finally looks down, doesn't have any violent reaction, instead
slowly touches the scars, moving from the ones right under his fingers to the ones closer to Louis'
inner thighs, then up to the ones half-hidden by the boxers, almost tickling Louis' skin teasingly,
finger pads barely applying any pressure, feathery touches) "I know—" (voice catches, he coughs)
"I know that this isn't the point of this but..."

LOUIS: (holding his breath) "But?"

HARRY: "But you're so, so attractive and I'm so, so attracted to you so just, I know it's not the
point but if I get, you know." (stirs so Louis gets the hint) "It's because of that. I don't mean to ruin
the moment."

LOUIS: "Oh." (blushes) "No, no, please do."

HARRY: (raises an amused eyebrow) "No, that's for later. Now we're doing this?"

LOUIS: "Ok. That's, good too...I like that too..."

HARRY: "Show me the tattoo."

LOUIS: "Which one?"

HARRY: "The crotch tattoo. Show me?"

LOUIS: (not expecting the question, thrown off, stalling) "Uh, the—the—it's uh, here." (points on
top his briefs) "You wanna—?" (Harry nods) "Sure, yeah. Uh..." (shyly) "And then we'll talk
about...everything else."

HARRY: "Yes, we will, I promise."

LOUIS: "Ok. Tattoo. Here." (carefully lowers one side of his briefs so his hairless groin shows,
holds it down so Harry can see better) "Here." (points at a small, black tattoo of a semi-colon) "It's
small. It took like, two seconds."

HARRY: (moves his hand to cup Louis' waist, thumb grazing close to the tattoo, light chuckle)
"You did shave."

LOUIS: (embarrassed) "Yeah." (smally hopeful) "You like it?"

HARRY: "Way too much. More than it's recommended." (sobers up, peering at the tattoo,
caressing it) "What's the story?"

LOUIS: "It's a common tattoo. A symbol. A common symbol."

HARRY: (eyes back on Louis' face) "For what?"

LOUIS: (bites his lip, lets the brief slide back up to cover it, Harry's thumb preventing them from
straightening fully) "Uh. An attempt. It's supposed to..." (opens and closes his mouth, starts over,
more impersonally) "A writer uses a semi-colon when they were gonna end a sentence but
decided not to, decided to make it longer, to add another sentence to it."

HARRY: (catching on, in wonder) "So—?"

LOUIS: (looking down in shame) "I chose to make it longer. When I had the power to cut it short..."
(smaller) "To end it. I chose to live. I chose to continue." (snorts, trying to pull away emotionally)
"It's dumb. Cliche. It's uh...I didn't come up with it. It's like...literary or whatever."

HARRY: "It's brilliant."

LOUIS: "It's not, not really."

HARRY: "No, it's an amazing way to—it's an amazing metaphor. It's a brilliant tattoo." (face falls)
"I'm just..." (throat tight) "This was recent? This was when—when you were already friends with
Dan so—Disney?"

LOUIS: "My first year. December. My birthday. It was a birthday tattoo—Dan didn't have me pay
for it. He uh, he gifted it to me. It was nice of him."

HARRY: (so touched by the story, can't form thoughts yet) "Yeah...yeah, it was..."

LOUIS: (descends into rambling without noticing, obvious he had no intention of telling this story
but is glad to have to do it) "I had a rough year. I couldn't quite—I hadn't made many friends that
year. Some of the gang was here but I was new and cocky and..." (air quotes) "Temporary...at
least in my mind, I was. I kept telling everyone that I would be gone soon, that this wasn't what I
wanted—that I didn't care."

HARRY: "You were fresh out of school?"

LOUIS: "Yeah, kinda, fresh out of their school, the training—point is, Christmas comes
along...People go home, because that's what people do for Christmas, be with their loved ones...
Niall went home—he was the only one I had. I was alone. And was walking around—as lonely,
depressed people do on Christmas, when Disney is the happiest place in the world. I was sitting in
the village, moping—super late, all empty—post-closing time. It hit me. How unhappy I was and..."
(shrugs) "I thought of it."
HARRY: (pained) "You were alone for your birthday?"

LOUIS: (sad snort) "Yeah, yeah, double the depression, right? No christmas with family, no
birthday." (Harry thumbs at his own eyes, blinks tears back, Louis pulls his hands away, holds
them in his lap) "It's okay. I chose not to...That's the happy part of the story, that I didn't. Nothing
happened. I survived it," (looking at their held hands, whispered under his breath) "I'm glad I did."

HARRY: (pulls him in his arms, hugs him tightly, kissing his forehead repeatedly, rocking him in his
arms) "I'm glader."

LOUIS: (squeezed, can barely breathe but is not pushing away) "That's not a word."

HARRY: "Well, I don't know—I'm too relieved to think of words." (pulls his arms back so Louis can
breathe again, nose to nose) "I don't think there's any words I can say to fully tell you what I'm
feeling—what it feels like to imagine...to think of such an important part of your life, possibly gone."
(touches Louis' hair) "Such an important person, struggling so much..."

LOUIS: (mumbled) "It was better when you came along."

HARRY: "Yeah?"

LOUIS: "Yeah. It was..." (catches himself, coughs, teasing) "It was fun to have someone to bully
the happiness out of."

HARRY: "That so?" (smiles) "Is that why you kept talking to me—I kept telling myself, how does he
even know my name—you were like super cool jock boy in my book."

LOUIS: "The theatre kid, a jock boy?"

HARRY: "Didn't you do a lot of sporty things? In high school?

LOUIS: (winces) "That's...a story for another day. One story at a time in the series I'm proud to
call, the messed up life of Louis Tomlinson." (pulls away, more serious) " But thank you. For
asking." (afterthought) "Even though that wasn't the point. These were the point..."

HARRY: (looks at Louis' scars again) "They're like tattoos in a way, huh?" (traces the 'FAG' mark)
"Stories. Parts of yourself. You shouldn't be ashamed of them."

LOUIS: "It's a disgusting thing to do. It's wrong."

HARRY: "It's...It's a coping mechanism. Not the best but the best you had available." (touches
Louis' cheek) "I cannot fault it because it got you here, where you're safe and happy. I wish with all
my heart you wouldn't have had to do it, to hurt like this, but I will not see it as anything but a
trophy—a sign of a battle won." (touches the earliest scars, just straight lines, like strikes)
"Especially these ones, the old ones, the ones you haven't felt the need to ever face again." (finger
moves up and down the lines) "What were you counting?"

LOUIS: (placing his own finger next to Harry's) "Days." (gulps) "Number of days I saw my real
father since the divorce."

HARRY: "I'm sorry to hear that."

LOUIS: "Don't be. He treated me like shit. He's the reason I'm this brutally confused. And I hate
him. I'm glad that number isn't bigger." (Harry slowly moves to another scar that says 'WORTHL',
Louis chuckles bitterly) "Couldn't finish. Too painful. Too much blood—passed out." (Harry hisses
without meaning to) "And I got really scared. Because even though I did it, I didn't want to die. I
was scared to die and that day I was sure I might die." (shrugs to make it sound less important
than it is) "Maybe it's the veins right there or something—it bled a lot."

HARRY: "Did you ever... hospital?"

LOUIS: "No. I don't think my mom ever found out. I don't think she knows to this day." (thinking) "I
think Niall knows, I think...and Ash, well, obviously." (Harry makes a face at the memory) "And you
and Ed."
HARRY: "Ed?"

LOUIS: "Yeah, he uh..." (sheepish) "He's easy to talk to."

HARRY: (clipped) "Right."

LOUIS: "He really helped me out when we met him. With everything. It was the first time I had
done that—been that open to someone like that." (Harry is half frowning, half pouting) "I don't
know. I'd never slipped it out that soon but it was like, I'd met my fairy god mother..." (Harry can't
help but chuckle) "This one person I could tell everything to that could help and that I'd never see
again. I thought I'd never see him again, but now, I hope we do."

HARRY: (muttered) "I'm a bit jealous."

LOUIS: "What? Really?"

HARRY: "And by a bit, I mean a lot. I'm a lot jealous."

LOUIS: "Haz, be serious." (sees Harry is serious and struggling to act indifferent) "Harry, you don't
have to be. It's a very different relationship. A very different kind of close. Opening up to him was
easy because I didn't quite care what happened next. With you, it was fucking heart wrenching
because I was constantly—am constantly—praying that you accept it, that you maybe like it, me,
who I am, all the parts... because I like you a lot and I want to keep liking you forever and ever and
ever and that'll be much harder if every time I drop my guard, I disgust you."

HARRY: "You'd never."

LOUIS: "I don't...feel anything with him. Let alone anything like this."

HARRY: (smiles faintly) "Like what?"

LOUIS: (catching on, rolling his eyes) "Oh now you want your ego stroked."

HARRY: "Yes? A tiny bit?"

LOUIS: "Like sparks—that's cliche—like fireworks—"

HARRY: "That's also cliche."

LOUIS: "Like demon lobsters sword fighting in my stomach with Star Wars laser stick things—I
haven't watched Star Wars, okay, don't look at me like that."

HARRY: "I now know what we'll be eating that microwaved food to."

LOUIS: "Fine. Are you still jealous?"

HARRY: "No, because devil lobsters and stuff."

LOUIS: "Demon. Lobsters."

HARRY: "Even better." (Louis laughs) "Have you told him about us? Ed?"

LOUIS: "No. He's your friend."

HARRY: "He's my ex. Your friend."

LOUIS: "I told everyone. You should get the chance to tell someone."

HARRY: "Right, right." (silence, the two just sitting there, Harry eventually speaks up, voice
somewhat wobbling) "Where's the new one?" (Louis looks confused) "The one..." (taps his fingers
against Louis' thigh) "The one I...I ran into you that day—Remember?" (clogged words, sad)
"Which one is the one I caused."

LOUIS: "You didn't."

HARRY: "I'm sorry."

LOUIS: "You didn't do anything. It's not—It's different. It's not a scar of pain...not that kind of pain.
It—I realized something that night. The pain wasn't a pain of badness. It was a pain of lack. I
missed you—I needed you—I realized that. I love that scar." (raising one side of his briefs enough
to expose a tiny H carved shallowly, completely healed) "It's the day I feared anything but the thing
that had terrorized me all my life. It was the day I knew the fear of losing you was greater than the
fear of being..." (hesitates only a moment) "Of being gay."

HARRY: (places his thumb on top of the scar, covers it completely) "It bled so much..."

LOUIS: "They do that. They're random. I haven't figured it out yet. Was never quite good at
biology."

HARRY: "I'm sorry."

LOUIS: "Stop saying that."

HARRY: (nods, stares at Louis meaningfully) "No more though?"

LOUIS: (smiles) "No more. Good finish, though, admit that." (Harry frowns) "I'm sorry—that
sounded, this is a tough topic for me..." (shrugs) "I guess, I'm just trying to make it funny, or make
it normal... so I can live with it. If I'm gonna have to live with it, I can't be horrified anymore. I
should be able to laugh and—and shrug it off. It's there so..."

HARRY: (places his hands on the bed, shuffles his butt lower so he can slide down, Louis takes
the hint, attempts to get up, Harry's hands are back on his thighs, holding him there) "Wait." (Louis
goes back to sitting on him) "Can I do something now?"

LOUIS: "What?"

HARRY: "This." (fully slides down so he's laying on the bed, Louis frozen awkwardly, crotch near
Harry's face, knees on either side) "What I said I would do months ago." (slowly kisses the closest
scar, Louis tenses but stays put, Harry proceeds to lay kisses on all the scars, no matter how
small, working his way up Louis' thigh) "I love them all." (lips on top of the 'FAG' scar, lingers,
whispers the next thing against it) "Like I love you."

LOUIS: (hand on his mouth to keep himself together, eyes welling up, voice strained in his attempt
to keep a front) "Love you too, yeah, I guess, I mean, I don't guess, I do, very much." (Harry
smiles against Louis' skin, continues his exploration slowly, patiently kissing and nipping and
licking briefly) "That uh...Maybe you should uh, not..."

HARRY: (looks up in worry) "Is it too much?"

LOUIS: (shaking his head furiously) "No. Not at all. Bit..." (face red) "That'll uh..." (motions clumsily
at his crotch) "That will...make things happen."

HARRY: (grins, looks down again) "Oh yeah?" (kisses at the border of Louis' briefs, voice hoarse)
"Like what?"

LOUIS: "Like that?" (staring at the way his dick is obviously reacting, voice high-pitched in mild
panic) "Like what's happening right now."

HARRY: (carefully places his first kiss on the actual cotton material, at the very edge of Louis'
slowly growing bulge) "This?"

LOUIS: (whispered) "Yeah. It'll—I'm—It'll get bigger."

HARRY: (chuckles) "That's what it tends to do, I think." (places a kiss fully on Louis' crotch) "In
these kinds of situations..." (Louis bites his lip) "Can I?"

LOUIS: (distracted) "Hm?"

HARRY: (eyes dilated, horny) "Can I try?"

LOUIS: "Yeah, yeah!" (catches himself) "Wait. Try...what, exactly?"

HARRY: (blinking at him blankly) "You pure innocent muffin cupcake of repressed sexuality with
whipped cream on the top."

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QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Why was this an important step for Louis and Harry?

I'M ON A FULL HIATUS: Meaning I won't be on this website at all (not checking comments or
answering messages). I will write the rest of this story on my off time and update it all at once
some time next year. I do not know if I'll continue writing on this site after Confessions is finished.
It's been good, folks. xx