Hurt [BoyxBoy]

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

(Daniel)

So, James quickly fell asleep again.

And since I was exhausted from waiting I did so, too.

"Daniel!"

I blinked.

Shock!

"Dad!"

I quickly got out, but still carefully, not to disturb James.

"Can I talk to you, Daniel?"

"Yes..."

Oh god, oh god....

We walked outside and stopped in the corridor.

"What did I just see, Daniel?" he almost yelled.

"You saw James and me..."

"Daniel, first, you should be carefully with James! He's just woken up from a long operation."

"But he couldn't fall asleep..."

My dad breathed heavily.

"That's still the smaller problem."

"Which problem do you have, dad? That I like James?"

"How much do you like him?"

"A lot. Why do you care?"

"Daniel, you know I'm no homophobe, but you're my son..."

"And that changes your opinion?"

"It might do."

"Dad! I don't even know if I like him that much."

What a big big lie.

Of course I was sure that I liked him.

Since I just found out I am bi.

"Yeah, I know what I saw. I only want your best, Daniel."

"I know that. Can I go back now?"

He nodded.

"But be careful this time."

"I'd never do something that would hurt him."

That was not the truth once more.

Well, it was, but I did not keep that for the first time.

"Go, before you burst."

I grinned and rushed back into the room.

"James?"

"Come back..."

"I'm right here."

"Why did you leave?"

His voice was so softly, it almost broke my heart.

"My dad..."

"Oh..."

"It's all okay now" I smiled and sat down on his bed, opposites him.

"Daniel, you don't have to stay here if you don't want to... If you feel very uncomfortable then you can leave..."

"But as I said I want to stay. A lot."

He took my hand.

And there they were again.

Butterflies spinning all around in my stomach, making their way up to my heart.

I just couldn't control it.

Oh god, James.

My James.

Mine.

"Don't leave me okay? Please..."

"I won't..."

He sighed.

"What's wrong, James?"

"You just weren't there.... You're the only one I have. And now I sound totally pathetic because I just know you since yesterday, but...."

Oh god, James, no. Don't feel bad.

"James, it doesn't sound pathetic... I can understand you, that you need someone now."

"How can you understand me? I'm gay, you're not. My family hates me, yours doesn't. I'm a loser, you're not."

I intertwined our fingers.

"I do understand you. Maybe not with the family thing, but I am not the luckiest person ever."

"But as I said, you're not gay."

If you only knew me, James.