Harry' POV:
It's about time! I get released today! I woke up randomly. Gazing around the room, my eyes fell upon the peaceful Louis, curled up in a ball in the very uncomfortable armchair across from my bed. He's so cute. Butterflies filled my stomach. I didn't want to wake Louis. He's probably exhausted, probably was up the whole night making sure I was okay. I shuffled softly into the bathroom.
I gazed into the mirror. The face in the mirror didn't resemble the Harry I was before I went into the hospital. My used to be emerald green eyes were a foggy gray-green. My once smooth face was rough with stuble. The underneaths of my eyes were puffy. My curls flopped, no longer swooshed to one side. No it was more like my curls were sticking up every which way. I needed a long shower and a good shave.
I figured since it was my releasing day, I'd shower. Cautious of the stitches, I stripped down and got into the warm relaxing shower.
Louis' POV:
I woke up and stretched. Noticing something was different, I got to my feet. Harry wasn't in bed. My eyes shifted around the room rapidly. Did someone steal him? Did he wander off in the middle of the night and get lost? My heart started to beat faster. This is not how I wanted his release day to be. I finally calmed down once I heard the shower going from the other side of the door. I sighed in relief. Harry came strutting out, clothed and towel drying his locks. "Sleep well?" He asked as he ruffled his hair dry."Yeah, but that chair is so damn uncomfortable it took me hours to get to sleep." I said. "How long were you in the shower? I was so worried." I asked. Harry looked down at his watch. "Uh, probably like an hour and a half. I really needed it, and a good shave too." He said as he stroked his face.
Harry's POV:
I felt so much better after that shower. I raced into the bathroom and examined myself again. This time, my face was smooth and soft, my hair was silky and wasn't as crazy and big as a lion's mane, and my eye color was already turning emerald green again. The bags under my eyes were still there, but those shall cease after I get a well deserved nap later. I felt happier. I felt more energetic. "Louis," I asked, emerging from the bathroom. He looked up. "We should leave this dump now. I feel great." I said with a smile.
After leaving the hospital Louis and I went to that one cafe. The familiar scent and decor shot through me. I remember here. I stared out in a gaze, looking around the cafe. "Harry," Louis nudged me, "want to order a bagel or something?" A smirk spread across his face. I didn't get it so I shook my head. "What?" Louis stopped smiling and sighed, "Nothing. Just order." He pulled out a pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket. What the fuck? "You smoke?" I asked, cleary shocked that a goody two shoes who is smart in every way would smoke-obviously knowing the dangers. "Since when?" Was I really in the hospital that long? Louis shrugged. "I've felt freaked out lately since you've been in, so I found that cigarettes calmed my nerves." He said with another shrug.
Louis' POV:
It's really no big deal that I smoke. I mean lots of people do. So what?
Harry ordered a coffee and a muffin and took a seat across from me. Our eyes met. I took a drag of my lit cigarette, eyes still locked onto Harry. With a grin, I leaned across the table and being very close to Harry, I slowly blew smoke in Harry's face. The smoke went into Harry's nose and he closed his eyes and inhaled, then slowly exhaled. He opened his eyes and spoke, "It wasn't the smoke I inhaled. I inhaled the clean and musty scent of your cologne." Then ever so slowly, he put the palms of his hands on both sides of my cheeks and pulled me in. Our lips met.
I felt Harry bite down on my bottom lip. For a brief moment our lips entangled, then a man and a woman approached.
"Excuse you, but I have two young children," The woman said with a point to two little kids no more than 2 and 3 years of age laughing and eating with a teen girl, "and I don't want to expose them to such homosexuality. This is a family friendly place and you young men should be escourted out for such nasty and inappropriate behavior." She finished with a smile.
I stood up fast. "Louis," Harry whispered, knowing the sass would be unleashed. "Um, I appreciate your concern, not really, but kissing is a sign of affection. Let's just say if I were a female and Harry were still a male, would that be 'family friendly', would that be okay to expose your children to?" I asked, arms folded across my chest. The man chimed in, "Well, yeah because that's natural." I shifted weight to my other leg. "Do you really think you can talk to us like that? Like we're not people? Like we're stupid? Homosexuality? Yeah, I will admit I am in love with this cheeky lad," I said with a wave of my hand toward Harry, "but should I hide it? I have every right to be in here and to love someone of my gender. Because I'm a human. I will not stand for such ignorant people like yourselves. I will not call you homophobic because that isn't a fear, it means you're a judgemental asshole. Now, if you two would like to escourt yourselves out because you don't like my 'nasty' and 'homosexual' affection, I'd advise you to do so because we will not stop." I finally finished.
The couple scoffed and gathered their children and the teen girl and left. Everyone else in the cafe were quiet, then stood up and cheered. "Love is equal!" One man shouted while a woman came up to where Harry and I were. "I'm so sorry they were so ignorant. You stood up for what you believed in and you forever have my respect." She smiled.
Harry's POV:
Louis was so heroic. That is another reason why I love him. "Now," He turned toward me, "where were we?" With a tug our lips interlocked once more and every person in the room cheered. We sat down and pretended that nothing happened at all. I went back to sipping my coffee and eating bits of my muffin while Louis lit up another cigarette.
About twenty minutes later, we left the cafe. "Quick, what day is it?" I stopped walking to say. Louis looked at his phone. "Tuesday," I began to skip merrily down the sidewalk. "We graduate tomorrow." I sang. Louis stopped, mouth agape. "Seriously?" He said in disbelief. "Wow. I can't believe it. I came right in the middle of the school year, but some how I feel as if I've been here the entire year." Louis sighed. "Hey," I called, "cheer up. At least you'll have the memories." I said with a weak smile, hoping he would cheer up.
