Everything He Has

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Songs of the chapter:
-My Everything by Owl City
- Two Men In Love by The Irrepressibles

Louis Tomlinson


"Baby, can you get that for me, please?" Harry shouted while buttoning his shirt down. He says he has to visit the bar every now and then. The school is on a holiday but I choose to stay home and not come with him. I trust him that much.



"Which one?" I asked.



"My phone. Can you read the message for me, please?" He pointed at the phone that was on the bedside table. When I picked it up, I realized that I've never really held it before. I looked at the wallpaper and noticed that it was a photo of me while I was sleeping with my hair all over my face. I looked like absolute shit yet he still chose to take the picture.



"Come on, really?" I told him while holding his phone out.



"You looked cute so I had to." He smiled, revealing his cute dimple.



"What's the passcode?"



"2202." He said as I typed it in.



"What does it mean?" I asked.



"Which one?"



"2202. What is it?"



"February 22." He replied.



"And that is...?"



"The hundredth day. The day we were supposed to end it. I used it before to remind me that we can still lose whatever it is that we had." He explained.



I looked down on the phone and thought about it for a while. I didn't want to end it, not in any way. I didn't even know when the hundredth day was because I never wanted to reach the end.



"But that doesn't matter anymore, does it? I have you and I'm not going to lose you. It's all good." He said, obviously trying to lighten up the mood and end the conversation so I just let it go.



I opened his messages just like he told me to. I love how he trusts me this much. When I was with Hannah, I never got to hold her phone. Maybe I should have, then maybe I would have known that she was cheating on me. I was never suspicious of her-- I've always been oblivious.



I opened his messages knowing I wasn't going to see anything that would make me jealous.



From: Mum
Honey, please come over. Your dad wants to talk to you about the party.



"Your mom wants you to come over. She says your dad wants to talk to you about the party." I read it out to Harry.



"That's it?" He asked and I noticed another one.



From: Mum
You know how he feels about boyfriends. He hopes you would bring a nice young lady. Remember what we talked about last time?



I didn't read it out loud. Harry must've noticed the change in my expression because he took the phone away from my hand and read the message.



"Bullshit." He said as he threw his phone back to the bed.



I was silent for a while before I spoke up.



"You know what, she's right. You know it would badly affect your image if you come out," I said. "Just come to the party with a girl and everything will be okay."



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