Pick Your Poison (L.S)

Chapter 10- Love God and Love Men

This is a longer chapter to make up for how short the last one was.

Disclaimer: I don't have anything against Christians or the religion. Everyone can believe what they want, and I'm not meaning to be disrespectful in any way. This is just for the plot. Also includes sexual references and shit.

Harry's pov: (hehe surprise!!)
"I liked it." I admit, "And I think I like you."

I bite my lip nervously as I wait for Mr Tomlinson's response. His face is completely expressionless as he stares at me blankly. I find myself wriggling in my seat uncomfortably under his gaze, unsure on how Mr Tomlinson is going to react.

"No you don't." He says simply. I blink dumbly at him.

"Um...yes I do."

"No you don't. You're lying, admit it." Mr Tomlinson urges.

"What? What do you mean by that?" I ask, dumbfounded by his strange behaviour.

"You can't like me!" Mr Tomlinson yells desperately, "I'm your teacher. You're my student. It's wrong, so fucking wrong!" He adds, suddenly rising from the bench, beginning to pace back and forth in front of me.

"And I'm a Christian. A Christian! I'd be going against everything I've been taught and everything I believe in if I continue to do stuff with you. I lost my girlfriend, and I fucked with my male student; my life is only going to go downhill from there. God is going to punish me for my actions. I'll probably lose my job and friends next because I succumbed to my sinful desires." Mr Tomlinson gasps for air after practically screaming non-stop for a few minutes, unable to breath properly because of it.

I stand, hurrying over to his side, grabbing his wrist. He hisses in pain, pulling his wrist away as fast as he could. Oh, right! His cuts. To avoid touching the scars once more, I instead place my hands on his shoulders, staring into his blue eyes.

"God isn't going to punish you for liking men, Mr Tomlinson. We're living in the 21st century, not the 13th. God loves all of His children; no matter their gender, race, sexual preferences or beliefs. He forgives us for our sins. Do I believe in God? No, I don't. Am I gay? Yes, I am. But that doesn't mean that I won't go to heaven if He is real." I say.

Mr Tomlinson stares into my eyes, mouth agape, clearly not having expected that. "B-but the bible says..." He starts, but then is quickly cut off by me.

"Fuck the bible! You shouldn't be taking everything written in that book 100% seriously. Yes it says that homosexuality is a sin, but it also says that men who look at women sexually should take their eyeballs out to stop lusting after them! Do you think that men should start doing that? No, of course not! People only believe the sections of the bible that they want to believe, and ignore the rest. And on top of that, there have been so many mistranslations, and it wasn't even written by God himself, it was written by men. And these men changed it many times so it fitted in what they believed to be right, not what God does. Homosexuality has never been a sin, and it never will be. You can love God and men. No fucking story book should be stopping you." I finish.

"O-oh." Mr Tomlinson whispers. At this moment, something seems to shift inside of the strict Catholic teacher, and his eyes fill with tears. "Fuck!" He cries out, letting out a sob as he buries his head in his hands. I wrap my arms around him gently, holding him as he cries from the overwhelming realisation.

Mr Tomlinson grips at my shirt desperately as he sobs into my shoulder, and I rub his back sympathetically. This must be so hard for him, realising that he's been pushing down such a big part of himself for so long for no real reason.

Soon enough, his crying ceases, and he pulls back with a shy, awkward smile.

He clears his throat. "Sorry about that." Mr Tomlinson says, his voice scratchy from crying.