Here comes the sun - Larry

CHAPTER 27

I tell Liam about mine and Harry's rendezvous the next morning, fiddling with my tie while I refuse to meet his eyes. "It was nice."

"Nice?"

"It was... well, you know."

"I do know," he grins. "and it's definitely more than nice."

I chuckle. "I like spending time with him."

"Are you seeing him after school?"

"No. He's meeting a friend, and we have practice anyway."

"I thought he didn't have friends."

"Me, too, but... I don't know. I guess he's made himself some while hooking up with uni-boys."

Liam frowns. "Are you comfortable with that?"

"I'm fine with it. I mean, they're just friends. And it's not like I have the right to be jealous anyway. He's allowed to do whatever he wants when I'm the one dragging it out."

"And why is that again? I mean, you're all... heart-eyes about him."

"I'm still scared, okay? I thought it was about the difference of gender, but what if I get bored?"

"I don't understand what you're getting at."

"I don't want it to end like it did with Emily. I don't want to get bored or fall out of love. I want it to last with him."

It's not until recently I've started thinking about it, but I don't think I can handle that kind of devastation. I mean, even the thought of getting bored with him is completely surreal, but then so was the idea of getting bored with Emily. I don't know what's going to happen, but I know I don't want to outgrow him.

"Look, you're making it sound like you're bound to get bored of every relationship you have. But have you even considered why you got bored with Emily in the first place? It's not because you're bad at relationships, Louis, it's because you and her were never supposed to make it. It's probably because you were supposed to end up with Harry all along."

Maybe he's right. I mean, Harry makes me feel everything I wasn't feeling with Emily without even trying. And everything has been falling into place ever since his dad blackmailed me into tutoring him. I have never clicked with anyone the way I do with him, so Liam is right. I have to do this in case we're meant to be—and I believe we are. I have to jump into this and let myself fall, let myself hope he'll be there to catch me.

I leave Liam by his locker, then search the hallway until I find Harry. "Hey, do you have a second?"

"Absolutely."

"I know you have plans later, but can we meet up after? I need to talk to you."

"I believe I can squeeze you in before bedtime."

"I'll text you."

"Is it something bad?"

"No," I chuckle, tugging on his tie. "No, it's... it's something, alright."

He looks intrigued, but I can't tell him in the hallway. I need to be able to kiss him when I ask him to be my boyfriend. And that definitely made me cringe inside. My thought-process reminds me of preteens who send love letters—and not the good kind of love letters, but those you have to return after crossing off a box. It would be funny, though, to do it like that, to slip him a note in class. He would fall out of his chair, though, and I wouldn't be able to kiss his pretty face, so that's a definite no.

"I'll see you tonight, then," he says, tugging on my tie the way I did his. "And at lunch, probably."

"Probably."