"Hey, is this Harry?"
"Thi' is he."
"Hi 'arry! Oh, sorry, it's um, Louis by the way."
"Kinda figured. Not v-very many people call."
"More time for me then. So, after you got called to see the doctor yesterday, I did too. And guess what? I can't play footie for a whole three months. I guess my leg injury was pretty serious. I'm kinda bummed about it actually, but at least it's not permanent. Oh, and I did get an orange cast. It makes my leg look tanner. I like it."
This boy was talking about footie. It was so normal, boring almost. And I loved it.
"Harry? You there?"
"Oh, yeah, 'orry. Just thinking."
"About what?"
"Uh... you, actually."
Silence.
"Louis?"
"Sorry. Um, yeah. That was, nice. Cute. Wait. Not cute. Kinda cute? I don't know if you meant for it to be cute. Maybe you were thinking about me in the sense of being annoying or talking too much. Sorry. Um."
Silence.
Laughter.
Lots of laughter. Louis and I were laughing. We were genuinely laughing.
"Louis, I was thin'ing about how cute you were. And how I'm quite enticed with, you."
"Harry, are you gay?"
Silence.
And the laughter was gone.
I shouldn't have said that. I shouldn't have called him cute or said I was thinking about him. How am I supposed to recover from that? With an, "oh sorry, I meant no homo"? I hate myself.
"Harry?"
Silence.
"Um, yeah. Louis, yeah. Sorry."
Silence.
Laughter.
"Harry, oh my God. Were you just embarrassed? I'm gay as hell. Don't worry about it. Plus, even if I wasn't I wouldn't have a problem with it. Anyways, now that we've cleared that up. Let me tell you the story of how me and my friend Stan almost got arrested. It's quite the laugh, I'll tell you that. Okay, so..."
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a little sunshine (larry)
Romance"I'm Louis, what are you in for?" He spoke of the waiting room as if it were a jail. Maybe it is. or Harry was diagnosed with Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS) at the age of seventeen. Louis was a boy who made him forget.
