coming out to hazza as bi, not expecting him to support but he does? ❤️
i love this concept so much and i hope this is what you were looking for <33 (she/her pronouns used momentarily)
You and Harry had the best relationship going.
It had started out as best-friends, which over time progressed into best-friends with benefits and finally ended up as lovers. You’d been through it all together and you told each other anything and everything. Well nearly…
One secret that you’d been keeping from him for a while was your sexuality. You’d been keeping a secret from yourself for a long time, questioning who you were and what you felt, but after a long time of looking yourself in the mirror and asking those questions you had finally found your answer. You were bisexual and you were proud to be.
Discovering who you were and who you loved was a beautiful journey, but sometimes hard. You sometimes felt wrong for admitting you liked women, as well as men, when you had Harry as your boyfriend. It almost felt like you were overlooking him to see whether or not you did like women.
Harry, without even knowing, had helped so much with helping you discover who you love. With Harry being so open and free you felt like you could be the same. Harry had never officially put a label on himself, but you didn’t care because he loved you and you loved him and that would always be enough for you. Throughout Harry’s ‘Fine Line’ career you found yourself becoming more true to your sexuality and allowing yourself to open up and be the person you were meant to be. With songs such as ‘Lights Up’ and watching him be so free on stage with pride flags and such, made you feel like you belonged and helped you open up to yourself.
Now that Harry was back on tour you noticed how he was more open than ever on stage, especially when it came to songs such as TPWK and What Makes You Beautiful. You loved the way in which his energy was true and real, pushing his love out to everyone in the crowds and then beyond the arenas too. You felt more at home than ever and so much more comfortable in wanting to tell him your secret.
It’d been a few nights now since you first decided that you’d tell him on tour, but every-time you try to do it you shut down and end up talking about something else. You were frustrated at yourself that you kept on flaking and wished you were stronger enough to boldly shout it from the rooftops. You couldn’t work out what was holding you back, but tonight you were determined more than ever to break through the invisible barriers and let him know.
Harry was currently getting ready backstage and rushing around trying to be prepared. You, however, sat in his dressing room and bit your nails in anticipation along with a shaking leg. You’d just asked Harry’s assistant to go and find him and tell him that you have something important to tell him and you only hoped he would come running at that. You learnt your answer after a few minutes when Harry came rushing through the door, all dressed and mic’d up.
“What’s wrong lovie? Y’okay?” He asked rushed, obviously hearing that you needed him and came as quick as he could. He moved around the sofa and came and sat infinitely close next to you.
“Y-yeah.” You nodded unconvincingly, looking down at your hands which had now become so much more interesting than him. Harry took ahold of your hands as he noticed you start to pick around your nails, because he hated to see you cause harm to yourself. He wanted to help and console you.
“Y’need to tell me something important?” He pushed you softly for an answer as to why he was here and why he had come in such a rush.
“Yeah.” You answered simply again, not knowing how to start the conversation.
“Take y’time, lovie, you’re okay.” He comforted you, squeezing your hands to let you know he was going to sit here for a little longer until you were ready to talk. No matter how long it took, he’d always wait for you.
“I don’t know h-how to say it.”
“With words.” Harry replied, trying to crack a joke out of the unknown silence, but failed miserably. You tilted your gaze up to him, smiling softly, and only then did he realise that you had tears in your beautiful eyes. “Hey, woah. Why’re y’crying hm? What’s got y’all upset?”
Harry cradled your face with one of his hands, keeping a hold on your hands with his other. He made you look at him and he kissed you in between your brows to soften out the frown line that had formed.
“Sorry.” You laughed nervously, shaking your head as you thought about how silly you were being. You’d thought about this moment for ages and now that it was here you were a bit overwhelmed by it all.
“Don’t need to apologise t’me.” Harry shook his head and waited for you to calm down a little as he waited for you to say something more. “Just want to know you’re okay.”
“I’m okay, just.. I..” You tried getting out, but you were working yourself up and up thinking about the final moment you’d tell him and what his reaction might be.
You finally worked out why you were so reluctant in telling him all this time. Even though he was the most open and comforting man in the history of mankind, you were scared of what his reaction would be. You were terrified that dating a bisexual woman might put him off, yet the notion of that sounded absolutely stupid to you. You were worries that it could affect his image - something you shouldn’t even be thinking about.
“Do y’want me to turn around? That way y’don’t have to see me when y’tell me.” He offered and your heart warmed so deeply at the thought of him thinking only about making you comfortable, but no you didn’t want that.
“No. I want to tell you to your face.” You nodded and let out a shaky breathe, closing your eyes as you took a deep breathe and went back to holding onto both of his hands with yours. “Harry.”
“Y/N.” He smiled, trying to keep your heart happy as his shook with anticipation for whatever you were about to tell him.
“I wanted you to know.. that I-I am bisexual.”
You’d done it. You’d finally done it.
You’d told the one most important person in your life that you were bisexual and you genuinely had never felt so good about yourself. By the look on Harry’s face, he’d never felt so good about himself either. He was smiling, lips pierced shut, and eyes glinting brightly. He nodded at you and kept on smiling as the love from his heart burst through his smile and his cheeky eyes.
“Say it again.” He first responded, making you confused as to why this was the first thing he wanted to say back to you. You understood why he wanted you to say it’s again, though, when you did.
“I am bisexual.” You said more confidently. It felt so amazing. You smiled and laughed as you replayed the words you’d just said out loud in your head. You’d just come out to Harry and felt fucking amazing doing it. You felt a dead weight lift from your shoulders and you instantly felt yourself become more free, like the shackles had finally been unchained.
“And I love you so fucking much.” Harry replied, moving forwards quickly to capture your lips on his without hesitation.
He cupped both of your cheeks and pulled you until your lips met his, softly but passionately pouring all of his love into you as his mouth intertwined with yours. You felt your heart rush and you cupped the back of his head as you forced him even closer to you, draining him off his love as he fed off yours. Once he pulled back his lips were slightly pinker and his cheeks slightly redder, making you question how you looked in comparison.
“I take it you’re okay then, with me being bi?” You asked, licking your lips afterwards to still taste him on your tongue.
“Bi, pan, straight? I don’t care lovie, as long as you know how much I love you, because I do, and how proud I am of you.” Harry beamed, keeping you close as he spoke.
“You are?”
“I couldn’t be any prouder of you than I am right now. The courage and bravery for you to say this to me is something I will be proud of you forever for. You are something special, Y/N L/N, and I only thank you for still choosing to love me.” Harry answered and it made you slightly teary, already having tears in your eyes from before.
“I will always choose to love you, Harry.”
