My Lion. || BXB

chapter fourty-one.

the front door slammed behind me, alerting everyone in the house someone had entered.
"huntley? is that you?" i heard the familiar voice of my father calling from the kitchen.
"yeah." i sighed, trying my best to keep my calm and not think about what he did.

moments later, my father came rushing into the hallway and stopped immediately when he caught my eyes. "huntley..." he mumbled quietly, his cheeks pink.
"yo."
something about the way he spoke was different, he sounded sad... "where have you been?" he questioned instantly.
"at a friends house." my words were short and blunt, indicating i hadn't forgiven him.

"listen huntley... i'm so sorry for hiring the doctor. i was confused and worried, i'm sorry. theres nothing wrong with you being— one of them..—"
"one of them? father— for fucks sake i'm still the same person! all that's changed is that i like boys it's really not that big of a deal!" i yelled furiously, watching my father flinch at my tone.
"i'm trying, huntley!"
i huffed, "clearly not hard enough."

he looked defeated, and i wondered if i was being too harsh.
"is that your boyfriend, then?" he asked me, looking down at our shoes.
"who?"
"the boy who walked you here." oops?
"you were watching us?" i shifted on my feet uncomfortably.
"well- you haven't been home in days, i've been looking..."

i let out a sigh, "he isn't my boyfriend but yeah we're... kinda together?" i didn't really know how to describe lionel and i's relationship. we weren't officially dating but we were obviously involved with one another...
"well thats... lovely." he spoke, and i couldn't help but laugh at his unsure tone. he was trying, and i appreciated that.
"yeah, it is."

"are you coming back home?"
i debated it, i really did. after all, he is my father. "is that weird ass doctor going to be paying me a visit?"
"no, he won't. son." and for some reason, i believed him.
"then fine, i will." and i couldn't help but smile at our conversation. he grinned back at me, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder swiftly.
"i'm sorry huntley." he whispered, pulling me in for a quick hug. i breathed in his smell, smiling at the familiarity.

we sat down in the living room for a bit, i was catching him up with some gossip in school but i didn't speak much of lionel. he told me about how work was going, and we spoke some more about my mother which was sweet.

"i have to go." i stood up and brushed myself off.
"where?" he asked curiously. "can i start hourly texting you again please?"
i knew it made him more comfortable knowing i was safe, so of course i nodded with a smile plastered onto my face. "i'm going lionel's house."
"the boy who dropped you off? your 'almost' boyfriend?"
"yes, father."
and instead of making any snarky comments, i watched my father give me a simple nod and nothing more.

i was walking down the road to his house, my mind trailed back to my conversation with my dad. it surprisingly went a lot better than i had suspected. he didn't scream, he didn't shout, he didn't call some weird fucking doctor on me. we sat down and spoke like civilised men, and now i feel much more comfortable. of course this doesn't mean i'm going to be telling him all the gossip with lionel, but i know that if i want to the option is there.

when i arrived on my almost-boyfriend's porch i awaited for him to answer the door after i knocked. soon, he came rushing down the stairs and flung the door open. i didn't miss his swift glance across my face, almost looking for an answer of what my conversation with my dad was like.

"it was alright." i answered with a laugh, and i watched him let out a sigh of relief.
"thank god, i'm so happy for you huntley." and then he moved towards me, capturing my smaller frame into a bear hug. i leaned into his chest, taking in deep breaths and truly thinking of how proud i am of myself.

afterwards, lionel and i moved upstairs into his room and i was watching him choose out an outfit for the party at mickeys. he didn't seem overly bothered on what he was going to wear, so in the end he chose some dark blue jeans and a grey hoodie.
"do you have a hoodie, or something, i can wear? i can't go in my bloody uniform." i asked, and he turned to face me with a grin plastered on his face.
"you wanna wear one of my hoodies?" he blushed, and i rolled my eyes.
"yes, pleeeeeease." i pouted, then watched as he turned back around to grab one of his hoodies for me to shove on over my school shirt.

i then felt a big lump of fabric hit me in the chest, and i furrowed my eyebrows at a grinning lionel. i uncrimpled the hoodie and looked at the design. it was navy blue with a random logo in the top right that i wasn't familiar with. it was pretty.

"will anyone know this is your hoodie?" i asked while shoving it over my head carelessly.
lionel shook his head, "no. i mostly wear it to chill around the house in." and i was happy with that.

"you should take your shirt off." and i looked up to him in an instant to give him a confused face. then he explained, "i can see your school shirt underneath. not a good look."
"you just want me to take my shirt off."
"maybe." he winked, and i felt my cheeks turn pink in a second. then, i actually found myself taking the hoodie back off to start undoing my buttons.

i felt his stare on my body as i took my school shirt off, then standing awkwardly in his room, half naked.
"god, you're so gorgeous." he mumbled, mostly to himself but i couldn't help but hear him.
"shut up." i flushed, my cheeks and nose bright red. after throwing the hoodie back on, i watched him let out a fake sigh which made me giggle.

"come on, we're gonna be late for the party." i said, and starting wondering how we were going to get there without people knowing we came together.
"we won't. it'll be fine." but he grabbed my hand and led my down the stairs nonetheless.

i'd be lying if i said i wasn't a little bit freaked out because of the stranger who sent me the picture of lionel and me kissing earlier, but i knew i couldn't dwell on it. after all, lionel is sorting it out. there was nothing i could do. i just didn't want it to ruin my night. i wouldn't let it.