AN: My personal head canon has Louis as panromantic asexual. Written for the Connect the Weasleys Challenge (Teddy and Louis, prompt: confused.)

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Louis looks at girls. He looks at boys. Both are beautiful to him, but it's the sort beautiful of looking at a painting in a museum. It's the sort of beautiful he wants to look at, but never touch.

He's spent years trying to understand. Everyone around him touches and kisses. He's heard the moans and shouts of bliss coming from his sister's bedroom a few times. It looks and sounds lovely, but not lovely enough for him to want it for himself.

He should. It's normal to want those things. But he never has, and maybe he never will.

Normal.

"So what does that make me?"

OoOoO

Teddy is nice to look at, and he's got the heart of a Hufflepuff, so Louis prays that he won't mind.

Without a word, Louis walks up to him, pulling him close the way he's seen his parents do. Trembling, he presses an awkward, inexperienced kiss to the older boy's lips, desperate to feel some spark. Teddy is handsome and kind, the sort of boy anyone would be lucky to have, and Louis should feel something.

But there's nothing. No spark. No sudden awakening of realizing he wants more. No feeling whatsoever, except for the physical feeling of lips against lips.

Teddy pulls away, brows raised. "What the hell was that?" he asks, but through his confusion, laughter slips in.

"Just, uh... Just wanted to try it," Louis says lamely, cheeks going a painful red.

Teddy ruffles his hair. "Yeah, well, you're cute, mate, but not my type."

Louis gives an almost smile. "Don't worry. You're not mine either."

And he walks away, wondering if there is a type for him.