Me, My Ballet Shoes And You [BoyxBoy]

#CHAPTER 29

Everybody was laughing at us and I was really getting nervous. My breathing was getting uneven. Harry was rubbing my back and said surprisingly "first of all, we did not have sex. Scot is still untouched. Second of all, he is starting a panic attack so SHUT THE F*** UP! And at last, we were talking about his depression and his scars." Everyone stopped laughing. He was mad. Actually no. He was fuming. I was getting anxious. I didn't know what to do or say. Everybody was looking at me with wide eyes as they heard the words 'depression' and 'scars'. I started gasping for more air. Harry was still rubbing my back and everyone was around looking to see if I was Ok. My breathing got better and I could finally breath. Harry held me in his arms and tears were falling down my cheeks. Everyone was saying how sorry they were but I told them not to worry. They were still there and I said "I think I should go." I got up and Harry got up with me. "I'll give you a ride home." Mrs Beckham said. I didn't know what to say. It would be really awkward. "Oh no it's fine. I can walk." I said. "No. I insist." She then turned to the group and said "I'll come back here after." They nodded. Harry followed us to the door. I was really hoping he wasn't going to kiss me in front of the principal but he did. He kissed me goodbye and I kissed him back. "I'll text you." He said. I nodded and waved goodbye. I went into the principals car and she drove off. Apart from me giving directions, the drive was awkwardly silent. We arrived at my house and before I got out she asked me "why do you have these attacks? On two occasions I've seen you have them and both of them were with personal reasons. What bothers you?" I didn't know what to answer but I wasn't going anywhere if I didn't answer. "I... I don't know. I just, since I have been with Harry, I get panicked when someone talks about s..sex. I just don't feel comfortable. I think I'm scared of what might happen or might not happen." She nodded. And just when I thought she was done she said "you know, Harry's a good guy. He won't rush you to do something if you don't want to. You're lucky to have him." I smiled and nodded. I got out of the car and thanked her for the ride. She opened the window and said "just trust him. He's had some trouble himself." I nodded but didn't know what she meant by 'he's had some trouble himself.' I didn't want to force him to tell me but I couldn't not know either. I decided to call him. "Hello?
- hey Harry. It's Scot.
- oh hey. Miss me already?
- hahaha. Just a bit." We both laughed. "When I got out of Mrs Beckham's car, she said talking about you 'he's had some trouble himself.' What did she mean by that?" I didn't hear him for minute. "Harry?" I shouldn't have brought it up. Why did I have to know? "I... I'm sorry Harry. I didn't want to bring whatever it is up. I shouldn't have asked. You can tell me whenever you want. I... I'm really sorry." I hung up. I had tears in my eyes. I couldn't even hear his breath on the phone. I regret saying anything. I received a message two hours later from Harry saying:

'Hey Scotty. I'm sorry I didn't answer you. I should have told you. I want to tell you. I'll talk about it tomorrow. Xxx Harry'

I was glad he was going to tell me but scared at the same time. For the rest of the day I caught up with the dance I was onto.

The next day I went to school as usual. My English class was good and my dance class too. I headed to see Harry to his locker. "Hey." He said. I waved back and smiled. He took my hand and brought me to some unknown place. It had roses and flowers allover. They were all different colours. They were beautiful. He sat down and I sat down too. "Em... Where do I start?" He was nervous. "When I had that stalking disorder I talked about, I had it since I was ten. At fourteen, my father found out. And I was stalking boys so it didn't help." He took a deep breath and I squeezed his hand. "He said I was the devil." A tear fell from his eye. "The next day, he brought me to a mental hospital saying I was insane. For almost a year I was in there. I had finally escaped from the hospital and the only one I knew wouldn't hurt me was Alex. He looked after me for a few days then called my mother. My mother didn't want me to go to a mental hospital but he didn't give her a choice. When he called she said she was never going to let him hurt me. Never ever again. And he didn't. Mrs Beckham was already with him at the time. So she knows everything." He had tears in his eyes and all I could say was "you can cry if you want. I'm right hear." I squeezed his hand and he bursted into tears. I held him tight in my arms. "It was awful in there. I didn't think I would get out." He said still crying in my arms. He calmed down. We stayed there for a bit before I asked "so why this place?" He smiled and said "because this is where I would hide to write about you." I blushed. He wrote about me. He really does have a stalking problem! But I didn't mind. He wasn't dangerous.