Sometimes We Make Mistakes (Boyxboy)

Chapter 6: Give Him a Chance...

HARRY'S P.O.V.

I was in one of the bathroom stalls silently crying my eyes out. I hate making fun of that cute, innocent, bubbly, blonde kid.
But there's no way in hell that I have feeling for the kid.

I have feelings for Louis, the sassy, deep blue eyed boy in our group and it hurt me when he kept joining along and calling the kid a fag, and a cocksucker. Because of course I'm gay .And I know how Louis feels about any topic pertaining to the LGBT community.
So I decided it would be best not to reveal my feelings to him. He would reject me and be disgusted by me, just like he's disgusted by the blondie.

I couldn't bear to take it any longer, the guilt I felt while looking at the blonde getting yelled at by Dan was tremendous, but being the wimp I am I left before I knew that it was going to get physical. I should've done something, anything.

As quick as lightning flashes across a stormy sky, the bathroom door slammed open. I stayed silent, not wanting whoever the person was to see me sitting in the corner with my puffy and bloodshot eyes.

I hear the sink turn on accompanied with a small whimper, the water turns off and footsteps sound toward the corner opposite from me then they stopped there. Then I hear more whimpers, I strain my ears trying to listen to what the person saying.

I slowly stand up and tip toe over to the other corner, peering around the edge of the stall.
I see the blonde kid in the corner, he doesn't see me; yet.
I stand still stand there, peering around the corner, finally being able to hear him. He is singing beautifully, every word coming out as some sort of angel's voice, resonating throughout the bathroom. I stand there and realize that he is singing Pretty Hurts by Beyonce. I love that song, I think smiling to myself.
When he is done singing I walk over to him seeing a river of tears coming out of his eyes and flowing down his beautiful cheeks. I walk over and gently plop down in front of him. He blinks a couple of times, then rubs his eyes so that he can see through his tears.
I see the look on his face as he realizes that I am sitting in front of him, he backs away a little fear. I don't want him to fear me. I reach out my hand and wipe away his tears under his eyes with my thumb.
"I-I'm not going to hurt you," I say softly but my voice still cracks from all the previous crying beforehand.
He slowly nods his head, but you can still see the look of fear in his eyes. I pull him into a hug, he tenses up, but slowly relaxes. He whimpers and then starts to sob in the crook of my neck. I pat his back softly,"It's ok babe, it's ok..." I say.
He brings his head out of the crook of my neck to look at me. I can't help but to admire his beautiful blue eyes, they remind me of Louis. With that thought a single tear slips from my eye.
"W-Why are you crying," the blondie says through whimpers and tears. I stayed silent and hugged him tighter.
A few more minutes silent minutes pass, and as they pass he stops crying and just sits there embracing me. I slowly let go of him, even though strangely enough.. I didn't want to let go of him. I wanted to hold him. I enjoyed how I felt holding him.

As soon as I let go of him, I started to miss the warmth of his body against mine.

"Why did you hug me? I thought you hated fags like me..." He tilts his head. I sigh, but before my mind can catch up with my mouth, I am already talking. Telling him everything, from my love of Louis to beating him up and secretly hating myself for it.

We were in the bathroom for about half a hour, half a hour of just me talking. And when I'm done the blondie looks at me with sad, sympathetic, loving eyes and just hugs me again. I rub his back and think, I like the way his blonde hair smells like strawberries, I like the way he's warm and comforting like a teddy bear... I like him.

When we pull out of the warm hug I hear his stomach grumble, to think of it I'm really hungry too. "You seem hungry, wanna go grab a bite to eat?" His face brightens up. "Sure!"

"I'm Harry by the way," I say smiling. " I'm Niall," the blondie says. "Niall," I repeat liking the way the name rolls on my tongue. "Niall," I say once more smiling.
I stand up, offering a hand to Niall. I help him up. Then I walk out, swinging the door open. Then I feel something pulling on my hand. I look down to see that Niall and I are still holding hands, since I helped him up and all...

I honestly didn't even notice, it feels so natural. The way his small hand fits into mine. Niall unlocks his hand from my grip, I say sorry and blush lightly. I glance over at him and see him blushing too.

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We walk out of the back gate of the school, deciding to skip the rest of the last.

We get into my yellow camero. My family is rich, but I don't ever like to brag about it or show it off, I want people to like me for who I am not what I have.

"So..." I break the silence. "Where do you want to go?" "NANDOS!!!" He basically shouts, quickly covering up his mouth with his hands, blushing till his face was coloured tomato red. I just lighty chuckle at his enthusiasm, "Nandos it is."