Hello everyone, sorry for the late updates. Been really busy. Anyway, here you are, lovelies=) xx

I sat there on my bed curled into a ball, trying to figure out what to do. I shouldn't have acted like that. Liam had to have noticed something was wrong. Then he probably went to talk to the boys. Then Harry correctly analyzed my actions. And Liam knows what happened.

Maybe I'm overreacting.

But I don't think so.

Next to Harry, Liam's my best friend. And I've gone and screwed everything up by, well, screwing him up. I shouldn't have taken advantage of him being drunk like that.

He's just so adorable.

He was asking me to do it. I didn't force him to. But he didn't know what he was doing. He was drunk.

But he was amazing.

And I want to be able to do that and be close to him like that all the time.

But it'd be weird, wouldn't it? Like, coming out like this?

I mean, only Harry knows that I like guys and girls.

Plus, if Liam and I ever came out to the fans, what would happen?

We'd lose all of the Larry Stylinson shippers, all of the Ziam shippers, anyone who ships anyone but Liam and I.

We'd also lose all of the homophobe fans, or the fans with homophobe parents.

We could destroy the band.

What am I saying? We would never need to come out, because Liam doesn't like me back.

There's no way someone like that could like someone like me. A guy like me. Liam is as heterosexual as they come.

At least, as far as I know.

Stop getting your hopes up, Louis.

It was a mistake. Yeah. A mistake. Next time I see Liam, I'll apologize, say I don't know what happened, I'm sorry, can we forget, can we pretend it never happened?

But it did happen. And I know I won't forget. And I know what happened. And I'm not sorry.

And I might not even see him again. What if he-

The doorbell rang.

I stayed curled up.

It rang again.

I stayed.

It rang.

I stayed.

It rang.

Finally, I got up and looked in the mirror. I hadn't realized I'd been crying.

I wiped my face and splashed some water on me, then dried off.

It rang again.

"COMING!" I yelled. My voice sounded hoarse from not using it so long.

I walked slowly down the stairs, waiting to get my head bit off by Harry for being such an idiot.

I opened the door to see Liam standing on my front step, tears streaming down his face.

He looked up, opened his mouth, closed it again, then slowly said one word.

"Louis."

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