Museum of Memories // Larry

First Step Towards Love

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Waking up the next morning is a pain in the ass.

The second I wake up and become conscious of the fact I'm sleeping on the couch as I was too tired to even move to the bed, is the same moment the memories of last night flood my brain. Let's make a list:

-Harry opened up to me.
-I kisses Harry.
-I beat up Jack.
-My knuckles hurt like a bitch.
-My lip feels creasy.
-I promised a date to Harry at 7.

Is it a date? Can we consider last night a date too? We kissed at the end so...maybe? The kiss! Oh that kiss! He's truly the only medicine I needed for my bruised lips...

I'm taking him to a wonderful place tonight, my second home. Old House. I usually go there with the boys, but seeing as they're all busy now, I go there alone. The people there are a huge part of my nightlife on Saturday's and taking Harry there is a form of showing him off to all the people who know me, and probably think I'm some type of loner.

My head hurts a little, from the wine I figure. I did swallow the aspirins Harry suggested to me dry when I came back home. I didn't apply the pomade, which is the first thing I do as I sit down on the couch with the white pharmacy bag on my lap.

I unfold a new piece of bandaid taking off the old ones. I clean them with the cotton and the substance Harry bought for me last night, I apply the pomade and put on the new bandaids.-"Totally worth it."-I laugh as I remember Jack's blooded face.

Cliff is sniffing the old bandaids, he seems to notice the blood because he starts nudging my hand, with his tail between his legs.

I rub his ears.-"I'm fine buddy, you should had seen the other guy!"

Once done with the "wounds", I sit up and head to my bedroom to change from the last nights clothes. I pick my sports clothes, put on a pair of beaten Air Forces and take the dogs with me for a quick jog around the park, much to Bruce's displeasure this early on a Tuesday morning.

At the door I take a glimpse of my face on one of the mirrors on the hallway. My lip looks bad, a little purplish on the side. My fingers trace it, Harry's lips were so gentle there, kissing just around it with so much care...My stomach makes a flip just at the thought of them being there again in the future...

After the run, Ed calls to make sure I'm still on for tomorrow.

Long story short, the whole group is so ready for it, they can't wait to meet Harry. They even canceled our plans on going to Old House to support Ed's friend on a live show just for this...for us.

They're truly supportive of us.

I think they think he is my boyfriend...and I'm pretty sure Johnny has already planned our wedding and Marilyn has picked the names for our babies.

A moment of realisation has me stopping dead in the tracks with the phone glued to my ear. I called Harry my boyfriend last night...in front of Jack...I also called him my boy, several times, and what's worse is that it felt so right.

Ed's been calling my name from the other side of the line. I tell him I have some fucked up shit to fix and hang up after Ed wishes me luck.

I open the messages with Harry and quickly think of a way to start a conversation.

It's still early morning, so maybe a good morning is the right way to start the conversation.

Good Morning Haz
You awake?

I hit send and wait...Not long after Harry answers.