Midnights thinkin' about you

"And I see sparks fly, whenever you smile." - 4

*Henry's POV*

I walk out of the police station, taking a few breaths from the world. I practically stare down at the ground as I'm walking, and I bump into someone.

"Oh- I'm so sorry-" I look up and see him.

"We meet again." William slightly smiles.

I sigh, walking past him. I can hear the tap of his shoe as he follows me. "Henry, wait! I want to talk!" He says in a desperate tone.

"Right in front of the police station isn't the best place, you know." I look back at him as I keep walking, and he follows right behind me.

"If it's an apology that you want from me, fine." I turn around, looking him dead in the eyes. "I'm sorry about what I said earlier."

He nods a little, and then glances at me. "Can we discuss this at your place?" I nod, leading him to my car.

Though, one thought lingers in my mind. Why did I let him?

*William's POV*

Shortly after getting in the car we pull into the driveway of Henry's house. There used to be an assortment of colorful flowers lining the front side of the house,  but now they have been replaced with bright red roses. I'm not sure why, since Henry has nobody to give said roses to.

"Let's sit on the porch." Henry says, and I nod at him, following. There's no doubt this man is twisted in ways I never thought imaginable. It's so.. this was all my doing. He would only need a tiny shove to be pushed over the edge. I smile at the idea, but quickly go back to my neutral face as Henry looks at me, directing to the seat next to him for me to sit in.

I quickly sit down next to him. Henry crosses his legs as he looks over at me. "So. What do you want to say?"

"I'm also sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have ran away like that."

He nods, "Yeah. That hurt." Henry says, almost choking on his words. "..But nonetheless, I don't take back my words. I do love you, William."

I stay silent as he gets up. "Hm. It's raining. Charlie loved the rain." He holds out a hand to let the raindrops fall onto his hand. I watch him intently, the way he holds onto the pillar holding the roof of the porch up, the way he just let's the rain fall into his hand.

Henry fully goes out into the open, the rain picking up quickly. I smile as I still watch him, practically soaking in rain. I find myself starting to get up to join him, his well-brushed hair was being violently whipped in the wind and rain, but it was beautiful. He was beautiful. I walk towards him, the pull practically magnetic. I have never felt this way for any human being, and I never thought I would. I didn't love anybody, and I was unloveable. But now...

Henry notices me, and when I was close enough, he took my hand.

"I'm so happy your here, Bill." Henry smiles, both of us drenched in rain.

"I'm happy to be here too, Hen." I respond to him, using my free hand to brush some of his hair out of his face.

"I think I'm in love with you, Henry." I say, the words just slip out of my mouth, but I have no regrets.

*Henry's POV*

I can feel my face heat up at William's words. I know I shouldn't feel this way, it feels wrong. This feels wrong. We are practically holding eachother when he asks to kiss me. (bc consent is sexy.) I hesitate, and I let go of him.

"You have a cold right now, right? I don't want to get sick." I say as an excuse not to kiss him, and he makes a confused face. "Henry, you could have just said no."

"I- yeah, I know that. It just.. feels wrong. The setting, you and I. This feels wrong. Being alone with you feels wrong. It would be better if you just left me to my thoughts, okay?" I say, and he sighs.

"But what does this make us? Also, I don't have a ride home!" He says as I shut the door to my house, his voice muffled sound trying to make it's way through all of the wind and rain to my ears. I decide not to listen.