16 Sixteen

Louis came back from the bar after dropping off Tina and sneaking back to his own secret flat he shared with Harry. He didn't drink at all at the bar so he was willing to spend the night with Harry doing fun stuff.

"Harry, I'm home!" Louis called out as he entered the flat. Harry was not waiting for him as he usually did, so he felt like something was wrong.

He went to his and Harry's room. Inside he heard sniffling. He decided to bust the door open and come in.

"Harry! What's wrong?"

Harry had his phone in his hand. Louis went to go grab it.

He read the mean comments and hugged Harry tight. He didn't want Harry to actually believe what they were saying. Harry wasn't a womanizer. He wasn't a slut or a fag. Harry was Harry.

"It's okay," Louis whispered in Harry's ear. "Haters will hate. They're just jealous of your success."

"I know," Harry answered. "But I don't want them to think that I'm actually a womanizer."

"I know, baby, I know."

"I hate management. Why do they do this? Why do they have to be homophobic? Why can't they let people be free?"

Louis didn't know the answer to that. He used to ask himself that all the time when he was younger. Of course, years later, he never got the answer.

"Louis?"

"I don't know."

"Oh."

Louis looked sympathetically at Harry. Harry was new to fame, therefore he was new to management. Of course he didn't understand any of this. Louis didn't either.

At least Harry hasn't received any beards to closet him. Louis already has Eleanor and her sisters. Of course, they're all identical triplets so the public doesn't suspect anything.

"Hey Harry."

"Yeah?"

"It'll get better."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

It didn't get better. In fact, management was actually going easy on Harry right now. It was only rumors right now about Harry's womanizer image. It's not like there's proof of Harry being caught sleeping with any woman yet.

Louis was really pissed at management. They made a kid have an image of a womanizer. An innocent kid who is nothing but respectful to every woman he encounters.

Harry stopped crying. He then looked up at Louis.

"How many artists have gone through the same thing?" Harry asked Louis.

"I don't know," Louis answered honestly. "But I know we're not the last."

Louis hugged Harry again as he thought about how life was like before the closeting thing.

He was happy. He was able to be with anybody of his choice, no matter the gender.

He was lucky to have a family who didn't care about his sexuality. When he came out, his mum just said "I figured" while his sisters just hugged him. Yeah, he was extremely lucky to have a family who was very supportive.

Louis wished that his management was more like his family. He wished to have more freedom to be who he wanted to be and not get in trouble.

He then looked at Harry to see that he fell asleep on him. He kissed the top of his forehead and laid down with him as well.

Management can shut the fuck up.