They say love can drive you crazy, my dear

seven

In the next few weeks, I try looking for a new job and Harry and I spend every minute of our spare time together. We visit parks, he takes me to the cinema and we have dinner at fancy places. I go to job interviews and I finally get a new job so I can start working downtown.

Today, we are at Harry's place and we are celebrating my new job as a shop assistant. 

"Thank you," I say.

"For what?"

"For being such a supportive boyfriend."

Harry is looking at me fondingly. 

"So I am your boyfriend now, huh?" he smiles.

"Uhm, well, I mean-," I start but he interrupts me.

"It's okay, I was just kidding,"he laughs. "Of course I am your boyfriend, baby."

I smile and kiss his forehead.

"So it's official now," Harry says.

"It is, love."

He hugs me as strong as he can and he suddenly starts singing.

"Cigarette daydream, you were only seventeen."

I start laughing as he lets go of the hug and I continue the song.

"So sweet with a mean streak, nearly brought me to my knees."

We end up shouting the lyrics and laughing and we turn on the song. 

We might be too loud because we hear someone knocking on Harry's door and as we open it, we see an old lady standing in front of us. 

"We're so sorry, we'll turn off the music," Harry says.

"Yes, you better turn it off, fags or I'll call the police because you are disturbing the neighbours."

Harry shuts the door as soon as he hears the word fags and he turns off the music. He sits down and I can see that he is thinking about something.

"Why do people gotta be like that?" he begins. "Why can't they accept that two men are in love? I mean, you're the best person I've ever met and it has nothing to do with your gender, Lou."

"So you are in love with me," I say.

Harry laughs but doesn't reply.

"Come here," he says so I go closer and sit in his lap.

"Don't listen to a word those homophobic people say, Haz."

I look into his eyes and see that they are shiny but not because of happiness. A few teardrops run down Harry's face and I wipe away all of them.

"Harry, look at me," I say, still sitting in his lap.

He looks me in the eyes after a few seconds.

"I love you, Harry. And noone will ever change that, do you understand? So bring back that happy, joyful Hazza that I fell in love with and don't care about those people, love."

Harry wipes away the last tears.

"I love you too, Louis. More than you would ever think."

I don't answer, I just kiss him and we both immerse in our own thoughts, just sitting there with our bodies entwined and waiting for the sun to set.