Would it work?

~Chapter 10~

-Harry's POV-

I was being driven to rugby by my dad.

"Anything happening right now, Harry?"

"No dad, not right now." I said.

I could have told him about Ben, but my parents are pretty homophobic, so it would not work out for me.

We arrived at the field and as I was grabbing my stuff and getting out, my dad reminded me.

"Remember Harry, you are on the bus today!" He called out.

"Yeah dad! I know! Bye!" I called back.

I hopped out and went to the locker room only to find almost everyone on the team half dressed.

"Where's Charlie?" I said directly to Nick.

"Oh-Uh- he has a doctor's appointment today so he couldn't make it!" Nick stuttered.

"O-kay... hey Chris! How are you? I yelled out.

An hour later...

"Okay lads! Practice is over! Head to lockers!" Coach yelled.

This was awesome, I have gone through the whole practice without anyone mentioning what happened this morning.

We all headed to the lockers and started to change.

"Uh, Harry mate, what was that insta post from earlier?" someone said.

I froze, what was I going to say?

"Nah mate, its just edited to cause drama." I said nervously.

"But it looked real! And there's a hickey on his neck! Right there!" Another guy yelled out.

I was almost in tears; I didn't want this to happen. I thought of Ben and how sad he would be if he was here now.

"Mate, is it true or not? Noone cares! Nick is Bi and we all love him still" Someone yelled.

I slammed my locker shut, everyone shut up finally.

"You all have NO right to know what's going on in my life!" I yelled out. "I don't care about what you all have to say about it, that photo is FAKE!"

I stormed out of the locker room to the bus stop with angry tears falling down my cheeks. What I said was true, they need to learn personal space.

The bus arrived on time and as I got on, I saw Charlie.

"Harry? Are you ok?" He mumbled.

"I'm fine." I muttered back wiping the tears back.

The bus left the stop, and I looked out the window and held back more tears. I was distraught, all this happened from one picture?

It's not like they took multiple, right?

*Ding Buzz*

My phone went off. "Ben and Harry spending time together after making love!?" I whispered. It was a picture of us playing Mario Kart.

Suddenly the bus called out the stop near Ben's house. I ran out and ran to his house.

I was holding back tears and as soon as I reached his house I barged in and heard Ben on the phone.

"Harry? Is that you?" He called out from the living room.

He looked over to see me with tears in my eyes.

"Those fucking guys, they would stop asking me questions! And the dude who made the first picture, they made another one!" I yelled.

Ben picked up his phone and check insta. He was mortified, he collapsed while tears fell from his eyes.

"Why are they doing this? How can they do this?" Ben yelled.

I ran over to hug him; his tears couldn't be stopped.

"What are we going to do? They are all going to be asking questions and everything!" He yelled. "I loved being popular, but not like this!"

We went over to the couch and sat there trying to figure out what to do.

"Let's run away! Then we won't have to deal with them again!" I said with a smile.

"That won't work, we don't have money...unless we borrow some from your parents." He smiled back.

I thought about the first time we saw each other. We loved talking together and that eventually turned into a relationship. It was amazing, getting to know him.

"Ben, no matter where we end up, we will be fine." I said nicely. "If we have each other, then we will be okay."

Ben went from sad tears to happy and hugged me tightly.

"You're right, I love you, Harry." He smiled with tears running down.

"I love you too, Ben." I smiled back.

And then we kissed, it was the best thing ever.

Whatever was ahead of us, we were ready.

Final A/N

Thank you to all the people that have helped me and supported me working on this story.

I have ideas to make a new story which is a pt 2 to this or something new.

I hope you all enjoyed this and can't wait to see you all in future stories.

-Mills