Just Let Me Adore You

III

Harry held his phone above his head, waiting for Mitch to pick up his facetime, "Harold."

"Mitchell." Harry sighed, sadly.

"Why the long face, my friend?" Mitch asked, Harry could see the other boy walking around his family's apartment. Catching glimpses of statues and a picturesque view of the city.

"I'm going to tell you something but you can't tell anyone."

"Who am I going to tell?" Mitch scoffed.

"Uh, Sarah, Camille, the whole fucking school." Harry rolled over in his bed dramatically.

"The whole school." Mitch laughed, "I can say with certainty that I don't know or care to know most of the people at that school. Just tell me Harry I won't tell anyone."

"Ok, well Louis came over for 'tutoring'," Harry began.

"Oh yeah?" Mitch raised his eyebrows suggestively, "Did he teach you a thing or two?"

"Yeah well." Harry hid half his face in the bed, "I creamed myself when he sat on my lap."

"Are you shitting me?" Mitch laughed but then got serious, "Harry, look me in the eyes. Are you serious?"

Harry lifted his head, blushing furiously, "Yeah."

"Mr. I had to take a viagra at seventeen to get it up for a literal model came in his pants from what... a handy?" Harry rolled his eyes, he didn't need to be reminded of last years prom when Camille begged him to fuck her and he couldn't get it up. So he had to sneak one of his father's viagras.

"No."

"No, that didn't happen or?" Mitch asked.

"No. He didn't give me a handy. He sat on my lap and I came in my pants after he kissed me a little."

"How long?"

"Five minutes tops." Harry shook his head, hand landing a little too hard on his forehead, "What the fuck is wrong with me?"

"Do you want me to answer that?" Mitch asked, and when Harry just sent him a sad look, he sighed, "Harry do you think that you might be gay? Like not bi but just.."

"Maybe."

"Do you have any sexual feelings towards women?" Mitch was actually trying to help but Harry was too embarrassed.

"Fuck, my dad is going to kill me." Harry looked to his ceiling in utter hopelessness, then he heard the knock on his door, "Speaking of which, I gotta go, Mitch. Please, don't tell anyone."

"I won't, Haz."

"Come in." Harry yelled once he hung up the call, his mother entered like most mother's do. Eyes trying to nonchalantly take in his room, hands picking up dirty clothes.

"I saw your friend on the way out." She stated, clearly still in her work clothes, "He seemed very nice."

"My friend?" Harry asked and then sighed, "Louis?"

"Yeah!" She smiled, happily, "He said you two were studying?"

"Yeah." Harry nodded, "Umm... he's gonna be the valedictorian. He's very smart."

"Oh!" Her eyes lit up, "How nice! I'm glad you've made such good friends at your school."

"Yup." Harry nodded, sitting up in his bed, "What's up?"

Anne paused near the desk, "Your sister is coming to dinner tonight so please try not to start a fight with her."

"We don't fight." Harry shook his head, "Sometime we bicker but that's what siblings do."